MONSTER

Talk.

It was currently one in the morning and I couldn't sleep, so here I am sitting on the steps outside of the cabin. I had snuck one of Masky's cigarettes and lighter so that calmed me down a bit, the buzz keeping my mind off of the many problems wrong with my situation.

Earlier if we had started running we could've had a chance at surviving, escaping. "How am I so stupid?! I could just find where Brian hides the car keys and run!" I whispered to myself, taking another drag off of the cancer stick. I was in between the stages of wanting to leave and maybe even having a normal life, but if I ran my paranoia would just be worse and I would get put into a hospital either way. If I stayed I would be with the only people I remember and see as family, I will stay.

Had I really given up?

"Of course! I can't run from a giant fucking cult of killers, plus Jeff's brother has a whole other group so I can't run!" I told myself, rubbing the end of the cigarette with my thumb feeling another buzz come on. the moon lit up the sky, bringing more peace to my soul. 

I don't know who to trust anymore, anybody could get killed. The thought of Jeff dying struck my heart, I leaned up against the door letting out the fumes of the cigarette from my lungs. If he died or got taken away from me I would kill myself,  have I really became this connected to him? He's the only person that really gets me.

"I'm a dumbass." I groaned, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. My eyes shut closed, trying to wash away all of the thoughts. "What are you still doing up?" I heard a low voice ask, looking to the side of me there stood Eyeless Jack. My eyes widened, his teeth stained with new blood. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my heart going back to it's original pace and looking ahead of myself again. "It's lonely in the woods, plus food." He chuckled, leaning against the wood of the cabin.

"So your the one that's been stealing the venison?" I asked, flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground. "Yea, the raw shit is okay but I think there's something wrong with the deers." He mumbled, oh I can't wait to see Masky's face when he realizes it wasn't Smile taking it.

"You talk to yourself alot." Jack suddenly said, glancing down at me. "Yea, just trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my life." I chuckled, spinning my finger around my head as if I was in middle school. "That's how I was, I can't even remember what it was like when I was alive." He replied, letting out a loud sigh.

"It feels like a dream, everyone acts different each every fucking day and it's like I'm meeting a new version of them!" I whispered/yelled, it was true.
"Yup, everyone here I'm pretty sure has BPD or even DID." Jack sighed, then turned and walked off without another word leaving me.

Where I was felt like a dream, except the injuries and emotions were very real. Once my cigarette was done I dropped it by my foot and stomped on it, and with a sigh I stood up and went inside.

How do these guys feel safe in eachothers presence? I could wake up one night to someone holding a damn Glock to my head. I slid my boots/shoes off at the front and walked over to the couch Jeff and smile were sleeping on, sitting down and crawling under Jeff's arms.

My eyes soon grew heavier, and my vision became darker.

~time skip~

"Y/n, wake up we have a house we need to um... Clean out." I woke up to someone shaking me, I had only gotten an hour of sleep. Looking over to the clock that rest on the wall above the proxies where they slept. Jeff already had all of his gear on, his white surgical mask and white sweatshirt along with his black ripped Jeans, his combat boots finishing off his attire. "C'mon don't just look at me, let's go." Jeff hissed, he then grabbed  me under my arms and pulled me up. "I-I need to get my gun so slow down." I yawned, walking towards the coffee table and picking up my pistol off of the wooden table.