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As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you took a deep, shaky breath. You awoke in a weird position, standing right on your feet. Slowly, the grogginess began to slip from your mind, and your eyes adjusted, getting accustomed to your surroundings.
Wherever you are, it isn’t your home. In fact, it isn’t any place you recognize. The structure you’re standing in doesn’t seem very stable, with no doors, or glass on the windows, and a gaping hole in the ceiling. It seems like some sort of old shack, and snow slowly falls through the ceiling, accumulating on the ground, where some lay beneath your feet.
While you can’t remember how you got here, you can remember that at home, it’s the summer. A deep feeling of dread and anxiety began to hang over you, as you felt the need to move, and get out of this place.
Holding your elbows, you exited the rickety shed, and what you saw outside of it shocked you. It’s a frozen wasteland, the terrain completely barren and covered with snow, no life except for a few crows here and there.
From what you could tell, it seemed like an abandoned ski resort, considering the broken down ski lifts, and the skis and snowboards here and there. But that isn’t the weirdest thing. You can’t even feel the cold, despite a gust of air pushing past you, even though you’re wearing a tank top and pajama shorts, with only a flannel to keep you warm. You feel nothing. You feel numb.
You have so many questions. What the hell is this place? Where are you? Where’s your sister?
You can guess a few answers, with some theories of your own. Maybe this is a fever dream, or maybe you were tripping on some bad acid, or maybe you fell off the deep end and completely lost your mind.
That last thought scared you. Probably because you know it’s the most likely.
Suddenly, there’s a loud scream nearby, making you jump. It’s a man’s voice, and it sounded like it was in pain. A really, really, bad pain. Like they just got their leg cut off.
You didn’t even realize you took off until you felt your feet crashing against the ground. You were sprinting, running as fast as you could, like you were running for your life. You could feel your heart thumping in your ears, until all of a sudden, it all stopped.
Panting softly, you slowed down,
leaning up against a tree. As you caught your breath, you heard the soft sound of pained grunts and groans nearby. You followed the sound, until you dawned upon a horrible sight.
You stared in horror at the man hanging off
a butcher hook which pierced through his shoulder. A big blotch of red stained through his once white button up shirt, where the hook was stabbing through.
Once again, you were running, and your legs hurt from the speed you were moving at. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.”
You mumbled under your breath repeatedly, until the words got all jumbled. You're losing your mind. This can’t be real. All you know is that you need to find your sister.
When you do find yourself again, you’re standing in what you guess is the lobby of the ski lodge. There is a fire in the center of it that’s crackling quietly, but it didn’t help soothe your nerves. Pacing around in circles, you attempted to calm yourself, trying to make sense of what’s going on and come up with a plan.
Out of nowhere, you heard a voice, and felt a hand on your shoulder. You reacted instantly, turning on your heel and throwing a punch, before whoever it is standing behind you stopped it, grabbing your wrist.
It’s a guy who looks to be around your age. You can’t make out any distinguishing features, since his face is mostly covered by the hood of his jacket, and the lack of lighting in the lodge. From what you could see, his eyes are dark, and his face and hands are dirty, in a similar manner to the man you saw before on the hook.
“Easy.” He cooed, lightening his grip, just enough for you to tear your hand away from it. You took a step or two away from him, sizing him up.
He has a strong frame, one that’s lean, but athletic. He’s tall, but that’s unsurprising, since you are on the slightly shorter scale. Still, if he tries to attack you, you have a good feeling you’d be able to take him. You’ve gone up against worse.
“Who are you? Where am I? What the fuck is happening?” You questioned, glaring at him with mistrusting eyes.
“Okay, yeah, you’re probably very confused. Most people are when they first get here. Let’s see, how do I put this…Uh, well, my name is Frank, and uhm…basically, you’ve been taken by an ancient god-like being to another dimension, and the only way you can get out of here is by working on five generators, er- those things, and powering up and opening the exit gates. There’s three other teammates you work with who are survivors , and you have to run and escape from one killer.”
You looked from the machine he gestured to, and back to him. Is he on drugs or something? There’s no way he’s serious right now.
“I know that sounds crazy. But you’ve got to believe me. We don’t have much time, so just, here, work on the generator.” He pushed you towards the machine quickly, as if he’s in a rush.
“Wait, have you seen a girl, a little shorter than me, with similar colored hair and-”
“No, but I’ll let you know. Finish that generator first, and I’m sure you’ll be able to find her.” He replied, waving you off. “Where are you going?”
“To distract the killer. I’ll be back soon, just get to work.” He called back, now jogging away from you. You watched him leave, before kneeling down in front of the generator, mumbling to yourself.
As you tried to figure out how to work the contraption, you thought back to Frank’s words. It actually makes sense, kind of. That guy on the hook, that must be what happens when the killer catches you. Did he die there? Were you supposed to save him? It doesn’t matter now. You just need to get out of this hell and find your sister.
Eyeing the insides of the machinery, you began to untangle the mess of wires, unraveling it. It seems like you have to rub two of the wires together and get a spark, kind of like hot wiring a car.
Attempting to get it to start, you rubbed a red wire with a green one, but failed, causing the generator to explode, sparks flying at you and burning your fingertips. You fell backwards, letting out a loud yelp. “Fuck!”
You brought your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them in attempts to soothe the ache from the burn you felt. It would’ve really helped if he actually explained to you how to work this damn thing before he left.
Another scream sounded in the distance, this time a woman’s. Thankfully, it didn’t sound like your sister, but that isn’t too reassuring, considering it could either be you or her next.
So, you got back to work.
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You continued trying to fix the generator, but barely made any progress, making it explode every single time. One time, when you almost got it, it just broke on it’s own anyways, making you lose your temper and kick at the machine, fucking it up even more.
To make matters worse, you heard more screams, and none of them were your sister’s voice. Where is she? And where is this killer?
Sitting beside the machine, you ran a hand through your hair, letting out a long groan of frustration. What are you going to do?
Thankfully, you spotted a familiar hooded figure in the distance. He was jogging, and panting softly, and from what you could tell, he’s fine. So where’s the threat? You’ve heard it, but you haven’t seen it.
That is until Frank got closer. Blood is littered on his clothes, some of it smeared in an attempt to hide it, and when you looked into his eyes, you saw that they had grown much darker, as if something inside him became unhinged. And that’s when it all clicked.
He’s the killer.
You got to your feet, beginning to slowly back away. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Maybe he would let you go. But unfortunately, he did.
“So you figured it all out, huh? That’s a shame. I really wanted to play a little more, but I guess we’ll have to cut right to the chase.” A sick grin crossed his face, and you watched as he pulled out a blood soaked knife from his back pocket, slipping on a mask with a disturbing smiley mask on it, blood smeared over the smile.
You turned to run, but just as you did, he lunged at you, slicing your left arm. You cried out in pain, grabbing your arm to stop the sudden rush of blood from seeping through your fingers. Stumbling backwards, you grabbed a cart of luggage, pushing one at him and knocking him backwards, moving another to block the doorway.
You ran as fast as you could, until you didn’t see him following after. Hiding behind a rather large boulder, you eyed the wound on your arm, cursing under your breath. It throbbed in pain, making you hiss quietly.
Managing to even your breathing, you calmed down, coming up with a plan. You’ll find your sister later. Right now, you need to focus on surviving and getting out of here.
You pulled your flannel off, managing to rip some fabric off the sleeve with your teeth, and wrapping it around your arm. It managed to slow down the bleeding and ease the pain a bit, so you suppose that will work for now.
Getting to your feet, you scanned the icy terrain. Your eyes set on a generator, but you knew better than to work on it. You hadn’t gotten it to work before, so how can you get it to work now? And the explosions from the machine would definitely get his attention.
You need to find something to defend yourself with. While the pallets scattered all over the place seem like good choices, that only seemed like it could stop him momentarily. You need something you can use and hold in your hand, something that you can run with, and the only place you can find that is back in the resort lodge.
So, after making sure the coast was clear, you jogged over to the lodge. You searched through the bar of the lobby, trying to find something useful. Maybe a knife, if you’re lucky.
“Looks like I found you, and I didn’t have to look very far. Here’s a little tip, rookie. If you just ran from a big place like this, have some fucking sense and don’t come back. Killers always check the main building.” He taunted, his tone low and venomous.
“Fuck you.” You spat, turning around to face him, glaring at him when you did. While you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he didn’t seem intimidated in the slightest, more bored than anything, glancing at his knife in his hand, tracing the blade with the other.
“I was just trying to help you, you don’t have to be such a little bitch. Oh well, guess it doesn’t matter. You’re going to die now anyways.” He seethed, some of the bloodlust and rage starting to slip out, making his voice tremble, almost as if he was unable to contain himself.
Grabbing a wine bottle off of the counter, you smashed it against the table, causing the bottom of it to shatter, leaving you with just a few jagged pointed edges. “Come at me, motherfucker.”
That seemed to push him over the edge, causing him to charge at you. Right as you moved to strike, he grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the broken bottle, slamming it against the table, and breaking it with a loud, gruesome crack.
You howled out in pain, only for your experience to worsen. He pushed you to the floor, making your head hit the ground so hard you could feel your brain hit against your skull. You still fought against him, kicking and punching with all your might, but it didn’t do anything.
He grabbed you by the throat with one hand, holding his knife in the other, and just before he could stab you, you managed to grab a lamp, smashing it against his head. It managed to disorient him and get him to loosen his grip slightly, but not enough for you to break free.
“You stupid fucking whore! You’re going to die for that, you cunt!” He’s really angry now, slamming you against the floor, holding you down with one arm, and stabbing you with the other. You still continued to fight him off, biting his forearm that held you down, causing him to pull away.
You gasped for air, trying to breathe, only for him to grab your throat and strangle you again, grabbing it so hard that it broke your windpipe. He stabbed you again and again, cursing you out. You felt yourself grow weaker and weaker, until you couldn’t fight him back anymore, until all the pain started blending together, until your vision faded to black, and you grew numb.