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"Alright (y/n), I think you've been here long enough, plus you've done amazing work during trials so... Tah-dah," Meg opened up a large metal door that creaked horrendously, the distressing noise echoing all throughout the narrow MacMillan building.
You gave her a confused smirk while slowly passing through the sketchy opening, your eyes expecting some sort of new living space or even a silly ritual circle. Ever since your last trial, Meg, Feng and Jane had been acting suspiciously weird, constantly mumbling and giggling to each other while guiding you in the direction of the MacMillan realm. Light hesitancy and reluctance sat upon your shoulders for you had never ventured this far into any of the killer realms, but it was something pretty much every other survivor did so you weren't completely worried. Plus it was a chance to witness this tiny world from a different perspective. Neat, right?
Well, you wished that what you saw was as simple as a ritual or new living space. Instead, the sight that filled your horror stricken eyes was much, much more dark.
There, chained side by side and leaking with overwhelming amounts of pustula was seemingly each and every one of the killers. They littered the entire building, hands shackled against the wall above their miserably hanging heads, bodies split open in different areas and dripping with rotten pustula. Some of them, you came to realize, were half to completely naked, their legs either tied together or to the person next to them. They were quiet, the occasional groan or sniffle echoing throughout the large compound.
You stand there, your body hit by a wave of absolute disgust, horror and shock. This? This is where the killers were sent after trials? Eyes burning wide, you slowly gaze around, taking in the sight and stance of each bound and helpless killer. The Trapper, the Executioner, the Clown and Spirit; they were all here. Even figures you didn't recognize such as the young looking man with the short brown hair and neck tattoo, or the huge, naked guy with the long blonde hair. You had always wondered what happened to the killers after trials. Surely there was somewhere they had to regenerate. You just hadn't expected... This.
"Isn't it amazing?" Feng squealed, her small body rushing past you as she grinned in delight while gesturing to all that lay presented around her, "Now you can do whatever you want to 'whoever' you want, haha! Except this one- this one is mine."
Immobilized and unable to speak, you settle for watching as the gamer lady ran over to a man sitting with his legs tied to each person on either side of him, his dark skin decorated with scratches and wires. Eyes glowing red. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was the electrical Doctor. You blink, eyes uncontrollably watering as you see Feng crawl into the limp, unresponsive man's lap, her hands immediately holding onto his neck as she leaned against his chest, a look of pride covering her face. What... The... Fuck...
"Haha, yep, he's Fengs alright," Laughed Kate who walked up from the other side of the room, her hands playing with the buttons on her shorts as if she had had them off. You didn't want to know. "So what do you think, (y/n)? Impressive, ain't it?"
"What's going on here?" You whisper, voice stuttering as you gesture to everything in general, "I-I didn't know you had the killers here. H-how? Wh-why?"
Laughing as if it were no big deal, Kate stopped beside you and cocked her hip out, "Relax, honey. I know it's a lot to take in at first, but believe me, these fuckers deserve it." She slowly walked over to a large man sitting half naked with a head full of fluffy, black hair.
It took you a second to realize that it was Leatherface, your lips gaping whenever he began to horrifically struggle, garbled whines and squeals filling the room. You cringe, your body flinching as you gaze around in panic. A few heads were lifted, but other than that everyone looked completely broken, exhausted and mutilated beyond comprehension. Leatherface himself sounded absolutely terrified, untied feet scrambling uselessly against the cold ground as the blonde haired lady kneeled before him. It was a scene that made your chest throb with disgust, remorse and anger. They shouldn't be doing this.
"These ugly ass mother fuckers torture us constantly. They 'kill' us," Kate stated in a deceiving voice filled with hate, her hand lifting back so that she could smack the whimpering man clean across the cheek, "It's only fair they get to suffer a little bit as well, don't you think?"
"What have you been doing to them?" You asked, your chest rising and falling steadily with a tremendous build up of emotions. You tried not to look at Leatherface less you grow the urge to run over and comfort him, bust him out of those chains and set him free.
Standing up, Kate smiled to nothing in particular while shrugging, "Oh you know, this and that. Some of us like to come in and teach certain ass holes a lesson, and others... We like to fuck them instead."
"S-so you just admitted to rape," You spat, the poisonous rage crackling deep inside your soul. To think that the very people you hung around with, aspired to and enjoyed the company of were going around raping the killers behind your back. Just-what? How were you supposed to take in any of this? And did they really expect you to "join" them or something?
Kate squinted her eyes at you, her body straightening as she rose one finger and pointed it at the walls, "I'm admitting to giving these fuckers what they deserve. They torture us and kill us for God's sake. What do you expect us to do?"
Not rape! Your mind screamed, eyes wide and piercing the world around you with projections of hate, disgust and anger. While Kate made a somewhat valid clarification, you still didn't believe that any of this was okay. Rape, bondage, torture and who knew what else? Yeah, the killers were complicated to deal with during trials, but who's to say that the Entity didn't make them kill you because they had to. And not to argue too much more, but you didn't specifically remember anyone getting raped by killers during trials so... This was extremely uncalled for.
"I'm leaving," You snarl at her, lip wobbling as you turned towards the exit. In the pits of fire that was your inner cloud of rage storming through your chest, your heart pounded to great extremes. Your body shook, your hands clenched and your eyes watered. You couldn't stand to be here any longer, it was just too much.
"Well good riddance, you stupid ass pussy," Kate stomped her foot and hollered.
Ignoring her comment, you linger at the exit, your eyes gazing down to your left to see that large man still whimpering and squirming around. He seemed to notice your staring, his head tilting up and then flinching whenever your eyes met. You flinched too, your heart jerking in collapsing agony as you force yourself to run out the door. Vile filled your mouth, your stomach churning drastically with the images you just had to swallow. So many killers, so much rape, bondage and torture.
As soon as you ran out of the MacMillan Estate, you collapsed to your knees and vomited wickedly, the taste of acidic water burning your nose and throat. You cried, body hunched over as sorrow clouded through your bones. Those poor people. How long had they even been bound up like that? Did they ever get any kind of freedom? You whimper, remembering the lost, broken expressions on all their quiet faces. None of them looked like they were anywhere close to putting up a fight. They just sat there, immobile, quiet and limp, ready to take whatever it was you as survivors had to throw at them.
You got sick again, this time dry-heaving and coughing with guilt. You were a survivor, and look at what you were so leisurely expected to do. All of the other survivors- did they actually come here for redemption and pleasure? Why has no one tried to stop any of this? How can they keep on living knowing full well what was going on in the backyard? And how could you live on with any sanity knowing that you were a part of it?
...
It took you exactly one full week to find out everything you needed to know. At first you might have tried to ignore it all, but the guilt and negative sensations were merely too powerful to fight against. You couldn't just sit back and keep letting this happen. Especially as you began to learn more.
Where to even begin.
First off, and this was probably the most disappointing aspect, it appeared as though every single one of your team members participated in the fun house. Whether is was to sexually assault, torture, humiliate or mutilate, you did not ask. You just understood that pretty much everyone liked to go there some time or another, and they all carried the same lousy excuse. 'Well the killers are bad. They deserve what they get.' And so on and so forth.
Second was how the fun house functioned. Apparently it's been going on for over a year now. In the beginning the killers were just as free to roam around the external realm as the survivors, but the survivors found a particular way to harvest pustula and use it against them. One by one they were able to incapacitate the killers, chaining them to the walls of the MacMillan Estate. The Entity granted reward for this, and never allowed the killers to regenerate anywhere besides their signature spots in the fun house. A certificate that could only be broken if the pustula antidotes were removed.
And then third was where the keys to the cuffs were. Apparently Dwight always carried them around, and more often than not left them behind near the camp fire whenever he decided to leave for a little bit of fun. The keys themselves were low maintenance since no one appeared to have any intentions whatsoever of setting the killers free. Hubba-bubba for you then.
The last unfortunate thing you had to learn was what some of the survivors did specifically to the killers. Having earned their trust enough to know about it, you had to pretend to be interested, and that you just needed some time and inspiration to open up to the idea. Kate had revoked her comments and told you about some 'motivating' stories to help try and get you to come around. You never did. The amount of power it took to keep on a straight face while being told those horrific stories was suffocating and nearly traumatizing in its own way.
So many of the survivors committed the sickest acts. Rape was the number one thing, as well as humiliation and some times mutilation. Several survivors had their stakes out, saying that this killer was theirs and not to touch them. Others leaked out secrets about how to get in when no one else specific was watching. Such disgusting casualness. But finally the week was nigh, and now all that sickening information and time spent retrieving it could pay off.
You waited until late at night whenever most survivors were asleep before making your move. Many survivors liked to sleep in the realms, so obtaining the key was extremely easy. You pocketed the long, iron trinket and hastily made way for the MacMillan Estate, quietly passing through the trees. During your weeks worth of investigation, you had learned that a big pile of killer weapons sat a little ways north by the mine. If you could grab a couple of them, then you strongly hoped that it would be enough for what you had planned.
Whenever you arrived at the MacMillan grounds, you quietly peek in through the gate and search around. Normally not many survivors came here at this time of night due to how heavily the killers slept. Better leverage for you. You take off towards the mine, eyes avoiding the sight of the fun house. You hadn't been anywhere near the MacMillan Estate since the first time, and you certainly hoped that you never would have to return after this visitation.
Wandering around the mine, you soon came across a large bin filled with a vast number of scattered weapons. Quickly you grab most of the small knives you could reach, storing them in your handbag before grabbing one large hammer and a shiny, silver bat. These should be enough until they all escaped. You shuddered shakily to yourself, your heart rate increasing as you make your way towards the fun house. Hopefully no survivors were in there. Gosh, you really hoped no survivors were in there.
Setting down your bag and the hammer, you take in a deep breath, hands resting against the large door for a few seconds of needed peace. And then you pushed. The sound of loud, disturbing hinges echoed all throughout the room, and you quickly peek your head in to see if there were any survivors around. Bodies chained to the wall either stirred around in annoyance or stayed completely still in acceptance, but aside from that, there didn't seem to be anyone out of sort.
Feeling your heart pulse empathetically, you hurry to grab your bag and the hammer, dragging them inside a ways until you saw that man- the one that Kate had slapped. He was slowly tilting his head around, feet shuffling until he caught sight of your shadow and jerked in startlement. "It's okay," You say in a hushed, gentle tone, expression soft as you slowly kneel down in front of him, "Its okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Other killers gazed in your direction.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," You repeat, nodding your head at the whimpering, highly anxious killer, "Look, I need you to listen to me okay."
Setting down the hammer and your bag, you quickly pull out the key from your pocket and show it to him, your heart buzzing in warmth at the sight of his confused face. "I'm setting you free, ok," You smile softly, nodding your head, "Do you understand?"
The man stared at you, his body no longer squirming or shaking around. His face was slack, eyes wide and lips gaped as if in disbelief. Before someone had the chance to magically pop up, you rush to unravel the contents of your handbag, setting out the vast arrangement of knives, the bat and the hammer. "I need you to listen to me very closely, ok?" You nod, your confidence spiking greatly whenever he slowly nodded back.
Standing up, you gesture to the weapons and say firmly, "I'm setting you free. I want you to take this and set everyone else free too, ok? Can you do that?"
The man eagerly nodded. Other killers were knocked with disbelief.
"Good," You smile in relief, back bending as you lean forward to place the key in the hole of the cuffs, "I'm not gonna let you keep suffering like this anymore. If the survivors show up, use these weapons as much as you need to, alright?"
The snap of unclasped cuffs filled the entire room along with clattering chains. You smile at Leatherface with watery eyes, stepping back as you watch his slow reaction. He was lowering his arms, face wincing at the ache as he flexed his fingers, hands and muscles. Poor thing probably hadn't gotten to move them in months aside from the trials, but that was never enough for all this abuse. They were free now though.
You suck in a deep breath, your eyes leaking with fear, relief and other wicked emotions. "Take this," You whisper, gently placing the iron key inside the man's large palm, your eyes connecting without causing either one of you to flinch, "You take this and you free them. Free them all and escape, ok?"
As soon as he nodded, you sniffed and made way back outside. Yes, you were running. Why? Because you didn't know anything about the killers nor how they would act after being set free like this. While being seen as a savior was ideal, you'd rather be more safe than sorry and take your chances away from the killer camp. It was just gut instinct. Leatherface had the key. He was free and now all the rest of them could be too. You just put an end to an extreme cycle of trauma. Whether they would appreciate you or not was uncertain, but at least you could move forward with the comfort of knowing that you did what you believed was best.
...
Luck seemed to be flourishing on your side.
As the next week transcended, the survivors remained completely oblivious to your stunt in their fun house. Yes, all of the killers were free both of cuffs and pustula. And you know who they blamed? They blamed Dwight for taking the key with him and accidentally losing it somewhere inside the building near one of the killers to get a hold of. How a killer could ever uncuff themselves like that was a brain cranking idea, but seemed to be the only one they desired sticking to. Yet you could understand their ill thought out strategies for blame. They were enraged, terrified and angry. Someone had helped the killers escape and they didn't know what to do.
You had laid low, stealthy as usual and fitting in with your persona, pretending to be just as agitated, confused and frustrated as everyone else. Trials were for the most part the same except killers appeared to be going more after the other survivors rather than you. Strange, but you tried not to question it. Gratitude would be nice, but you were simply content with the peace of mind knowing that they no longer had to suffer the way they did.
Due to the fact that the killers were reclaiming their own camp, all of the survivors now either stayed wide awake and stricken with fear at the camp fire, or they spread out all along the external woods, seeking hiding spots and a way to escape possible torment. Cowards. You didn't leave the camp fire, but you were on slight alert. Rumor had it that either some of the survivors were missing or they had just gotten lost in the woods. Which ever was true, you couldn't deny the small fear you felt pricking your heart deep inside.
Gazing up into the star filled sky, you let your thoughts linger, mind absently wondering what the killers would do if they did decide to come after the survivors. Would they chain them up, torture them and humiliate them in similar ways they themselves had suffered? Would they go on a killing spree and dice them up where they stood, no second question needed? You blinked, head lowering a bit as a yawn forced its way from the deepest depths of your chest. Man, you were sleepy.
Blinking groggily, you feel your body sway, body growing extremely heavy all of the sudden. What's... What's going on? You opened your eyes in a moment of familiarity, heart jostling with horror. No! But it was too late. You were already falling back against the leafy ground in a deep, impenetrable slumber, mouth gaped and body still.
Three figures emerged from the lining of trees, their firm eyes gazing around at the small few of you gathered near the campfire. Assuring everyone's asleep, they all began to walk forward, slowly coming to a stop before your unconscious body. "Was this the one?" Herman asked in a low mumble, yellow eyes staring down at your unfamiliar form.
Bubba squealed his great affirmative.
Herman nodded to the hammer yielding killer, "Take them. We'll stay behind and gather the rest." His face twisted into a cruel, deadly glare in which he pointed at all the other remaining survivors, orange eyes dim with fury, "Soon we will be the ones having all of the fun."