I DUNNO MAN I LOVED HALLOWEEN ENDS IT WAS FUCKEN HILARIOUS, COREY AND MICHAEL FIGHTING IN THE SEWERS

I DUNNO MAN I LOVED HALLOWEEN ENDS IT WAS FUCKEN HILARIOUS, COREY AND MICHAEL FIGHTING IN THE SEWERS DUDE HE WAS THROWING PEEPAW MICHAEL AROUND. WAS IT A SPECIFICALLY GOOD ENDING TO THE HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE??? NO. WAS IT FUNNY TO WATCH?? YES!!!

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𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗|| 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛🔞

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎|| 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

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Rating: Explicit

⚠️Warning⚠️

(Cursing, Violence, Emotional Breakdown, Blood/Injury, Attempted Murder, Trauma, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Death, Physical Assault, Implied Sexual Assault, Implied Past Rape)

First Person P.O.V

When people are born into this world, our first instinct is to survive. Born with a clear conscience, born with no bad intentions, and born with innocence. Yet, where does evil first come from? Evil is shown to embody many different types of shapes and sizes. It never seems to die or go away, and over the years— I've realized that there's always some little bit inside of all of us. Dormant; ever—so growing the older we get.

Sometimes people break; snap from the amount of negativity weighing over their heads, and sometimes people are just drawn to the darkness around them. Humans have evolved to the point that we can think more critically and develop new types of emotions that no other animal could have; Such as guilt. Animals may show empathy and compassion, but guilt is a unique trait that only humans could feel and display.

Anyone can make a difference, and I thought I could as well. Yet, there was something else that I had forgotten; something far more important that I should've known before. No one can truly heal if they don't allow themselves to be helped. And that was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made in my life. The minute my eyes had laid upon the small square ad in the New Jersey Times newspaper; my fate was sealed. Doomed from the start as I hurriedly picked up the newspaper from the sidewalk, not caring for the dirt-stained footprints and the faint smell of cheap booze that was emitting from the stains on the paper.

Eyeing the newspaper before me, my pupils dilated at the sight of a hiring ad. The potential of helping those in need at a place called, "Egg Harbor City Maximum-Security Psychiatric Hospital." It piqued my interest. Many would have left that paper by the side of the road by the time they had read the name, yet I kept on going. My warm hands clenched excitedly and accidentally crumpled the paper within my grasp even more than it already was.

I was in a dire need of a nurse job after being let go from the one I was in before. The psychiatric hospital had to let go of most of its workers due to the last-minute relocation of the hospital, leaving a now decrepit and desolate building behind. By the time I had come back to the newly relocated hospital, the job openings had already been filled up and I was left aside, jobless, and in extreme need to pay off rent for the month. I used to think that the newspaper that I had found was some sort of blessing, that I could finally do what I couldn't in the past! I was wrong.

So—very wrong. The events that followed after had left me traumatized; left me with only a shell of myself.  I was never much of a religious person, but those days... Those days had left me praying, pleading for a god, for some otherworldly being, for someone to help me. To help me escape from what I knew now as hell, but no one came.

I could remember the first warning sign I had before all went to shit. It was in a form of a dream, well—more like a nightmare at that. I remember how the pain and anxiety filled my senses, as my mind teetered from the constant feeling of trepidation. I was kept in a cold, old, and dusty room that seemed to have belonged to a child. The floral designs on the wallpaper were faded and torn to shreds.

Stains stuck to the loose hanging paper with the foundations of the house exposed to see. The mattress of the bed ripped with large gashes and holes, leaving small surprises of metal springs to poke and prod at the next person who dared to rest on it. Crude child drawings litter the floor, accompanied by shattered glass from mirrors and windows. The door was locked and I was forced to wait as a punishment for god knows what—. I couldn't remember, nor could I recall how I got into such a predicament in the first place.

I only knew that I was scared for them to come back. I didn't know who they were either, yet I could only assume by the state of my body—battered and bruised. I was stripped down to complete bareness; merely a victim to the cold as I was left to the aftermath of the abuse that I had endured. Cuts, scars, and stitches were scattered throughout my delicate human form, with dry and old blood painted on the surface of my skin. My skin was sticky with some white unknown fluid that I was afraid to even think was a possibility. My eyes could only dart from every dark corner of the room; dread wracking my brain from the unbearable and continuous cycle of anxiety.

As I looked around, I caught the sight of my reflection in the dusty mirror—causing my breath to hitch in response. My left eyelid was bruised black and almost swollen shut with a large patch of crimson red on my sclera. It caused immense pain and inflammation that I could only assume was due to a busted blood vessel. My eyelids threatened to close and expose me to another world of slumber, yet I resisted the seemingly blissful release. I knew that even sleep couldn't save me— it was a danger to me instead. I muttered incoherent words to myself, as I wrapped my arms around my freezing body.

Deep red scarring surrounded my wrist, ankles, and neck; hearing the clanking of chains every time I moved. The shackles bound my body parts so tightly that I could see the purple bruises and red irritated scars under the metal. Letting out small, muffled whimpers into my crossed arms, I attempted to comfort myself from the confusion that harrowed my brain. I took a second to slightly ground my thoughts and scanned the room. From what I could see, I noted that the wood was stale and dank, making the mansion eerily creak from old age and deterioration.

The wooden floors would whine at the slightest bit of weight put upon them; even the air was barely breathable from the dust and decree constantly falling from the floor above me. Drenched in a cold sweat— I'd almost gotten used to the grime, dirt, and oil that had collected upon layers of my skin. More and more thoughts entered left just to circle back into my head, a torturous sequence that only came back after it had finished. I was finally snapped out of my internal struggle when I heard a whispered, yet prominent notice.

"𝚙𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚝.."

I froze. The silence in the room was louder than I could've imagined. I could feel my heart drop to the deepest darkest pits of my stomach whilst my breathing became ragged and exaggerated. My eyes bulged from how much I had widened them as they turn to fixate on the space between the closet doors. I merely watched as I saw the closet doors slowly, yet surely—widening within each second that had passed and wasted.

'Please no... No more.....' I pleaded in my mind. My mouth dried significantly as I saw the closet doors widening, revealing what was hidden in the deep darkness. A crouched body; skin and bone at first glance. Their voice— it was raspy and whiney. It's as if their vocal cords were strained or damaged. And that smell.. god that smell!

"𝚙𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚝..!!.."

My breathing turned into panicked wheezes, as I could feel the horror wrapping itself around my damaged mind and senses. Whoever or whatever that thing was, it wanted my attention, badly. Saliva and tears smeared my face, as I slowly crawled back to only push myself up against the wall. I was in a petrified state.

"(𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎..)"

I abruptly stop, my mind slowly processing the recognition of this voice. Memories that had used to be long forgotten reappear in my mind in a quick flash. My vocal cords were strained to form simple sentences, yet I managed to speak through the painful rawness of my throat. "...Sweetie...? Is that you...?" I whimpered as warm tears had finally fallen from my eyes, painfully trailing over the cuts and bruises on my face. My lip quivered, as I saw the figure slightly move when I quietly called out to them.

It was silent, and I took the chance to slowly make my way by crawling toward the slightly ajar closet doors. When I had come closer, their body had disappeared into the darkness of the closet. "Sweetie...? Come back...! Don't leave me...!" My voice had risen in tone, making my desperation noticeable. I had squeezed my body through the opening of the closet doors, cringing at the loud noises of clanking chains the more haste I moved.

"𝚜𝚑𝚑𝚑..." My body freezes at the cold air that had hit my ear.

The closet doors slowly close, enveloping me in pure darkness. I was unable to see, and worse was the unbearable stench of death that had me gagging within the same blinding darkness. It was next to me, heaving, croaking silently. "𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝... 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚜... 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞...?" I shook my head in disagreement.

"N-no..." I sniffled, as I attempted to wipe away the unending falling tears.

"𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍..." I felt the cold air next to me shift, gaining my attention on the other side of the unusually spacious closet. I remembered the way I jumped in surprise, as a bony hand placed itself on my cheek; wiping away my tears. Compared to the warmth of my tears, the hand was cold as a corpse. The rotting stench was stronger than ever, as it invaded my sense of smell. It was so pungent that I had practically felt the hairs of my nose burn and incinerate at the first whiff of the smell.

Yet, through all the stench, I somehow noticed a second smell—something faint, yet still lingering; it was sweet. I had leaned into the figure's hand: finding a sense of comfort in the caring touch of the figure and the smell of nostalgia. "𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗...𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢...𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍..." I had painfully furrowed my brows in confusion at their statement. "What do you mean...?" I had waited for an answer to my question, yet, our conversation was interrupted by the faint, but clear enough to hear the sound of the locked door knob jiggling. The beating of my heart was deafening to my ears, as the same dread washed over my body from the sound of jingled keys.

"N-No... No, no, no!" My bottom lip quivered, anxiety clouding my thoughts and mind. From next to me, I could hear the person make a sound of scorn. I quickly turned to where I had assumed the figure was and began to incoherently plead, as tears rapidly stained my cheeks. "Don't let them hurt me! D-Don't let them take me! I-I—" I was then grabbed by my shoulder; their frigid hands sent chills down my spine. I inhaled sharply in response to how their sharp and jagged nails dug into my fragile skin.

My eyes were wide and wild, as I stared into the darkness in front of me, knowing that a different set of eyes were staring back; hiding where the light couldn't expose them. I heard the door open with a click and many pairs of heavy-to-light footsteps entering the room I was in before.

"(𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎)... 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠—" Their grip on my shoulders grew excruciatingly tight; surely drawing blood from the crescent-like marks that they had left on me. "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕." I had heard them calling my name alongside the crash of furniture,  presumably turning the room upside down to find me. We were running out of time, and both of us knew it.

"W-What are you talking about? What place?" 

"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙼 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃." They shrieked with so much force that they made my ears ring painfully. "𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃. 𝙶𝙾. 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵." I felt one of their hands detach itself from my bleeding shoulder with a sickening squelch and suddenly yanked at the chain that was tightly bound around my neck. "𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆..." They hissed out;  their words dripping like venom as they pulled at the chains one last time. They let the chain fall from their wicked hands making my head snap back.

I gasped and wheezed dryly from the aching discomfort around my neck. The creaking footsteps came to a halt, filling the room with silence and a thick tension. "𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗." The figure whispered one last time, making an odd sense of sadness overcome my heart.

"Captain?" I croaked, my voice low and broken. Before I could get a response, the door to the closet slammed open letting the blinding light from outside overpower the darkness that surrounded me.

It burned into my retinas making my eyes squeeze shut from the sudden ache of my eyes. A small gasp left my lips as someone grabbed onto my hair tightly and snatched me out of the closet; flinging me onto the ground. The burning of my scalp was quickly interrupted by the sound of a crack from my head connecting to the floor beneath me and I was then consumed by total blackness. If only I had listened to the advice the people around me had given.

If only I knew that I would regret brushing the red flags off and continuing with my life as if nothing occurred. If only I knew that finding out the horrors of that place would permanently change my life. If only I knew, what I had to endure was just the calm before the storm.

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Pyramid Head Fanart

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The "Fallen Angel" Painting by Alexandre Cabanel; Stylized as Michael Myers

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