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limb from bloody limb.

Summary:

Chase has descended about four floors into the facility. The events that transpire are somehow even worse than he expected.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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He's been here before.

He's been exactly here before.

 

Chase stares at the boss door like it just murdered his wife. A two-doored push and pull entryway with bright red light from the other end seeping through the two rectangular windows and the small gap at the bottom. Chase anxiously looks up at the face emblem at the top of the doorframe to get a hint of what sort of traumatizing fight he'll be getting into this time.

 

He already had a hunch, and his fears were instantly confirmed.

 

That's his face. Features horrifically mangled and bastardized like something out of an analog horror series.

 

He's going to have to fight that thing.

 

The thing that won't leave him alone.

 

The thing that has his face.

 

What does it want from him?

 

What does it want

 

WHAT DOES IT WANT FROM HIM

 

Chase bursts through the door like ripping off a bandaid, hoping to get this over with as quickly as humanly possible.

 

The overwhelming smell of metal hits him instantly.

 

The utterly eviscerated bodies of two security guards are splayed out on the ground next to their respective office chairs, eyes glazed over and blood pooling beneath them. Dozens upon dozens of CCTV monitors adorn every wall in the room, seemingly displaying live footage from every part of the facility.

 

There is a man standing in the center of it all.

 

His head slowly turns to face Chase,

 

all

 

the

 

way

 

around.

 

Those eyes.

 

Dear god those eyes.

 

Pitch black pits with barely visible pinpricks of light.

 

They're suffocating.

 

He's suffocating.

 

Dragged underwater into the crushing currents as countless pinprick eyes bore holes through his flesh and contorted mouths create a cacophony of laughter so loud his eardrums might rupture and the agonizing pressure in his chest gets tighter and tighter until

 

WHAM.

 

The imposter is sent reeling from the sucker punch to the face, head quite literally spinning from the impact.

 

The expression adorning Chase's face can only be described as complete, utterly visceral rage.

 

This fucking thing took everything from him.

 

Now he's ready to tear it limb from bloody limb.

Notes:

Pretty proud of this ngl /gen
ALSO IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY THE OTHER DAY YIPPEE!!! I have become Older /lh