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Firstly, fuck my friends.
Secondly, FUCK MY FRIENDS!!!
Thirdly, how did a single plan turn into something so big. Your body was pressed against the cold metal of the establishment – The harsh jagged and rough edges of the wall were scratching against your skin. The wall had been clearly damaged by something, someone. The more you pressed your body into the wall, the more you caught yourself on the jagged edges. You brought your hand to cover your mouth as blood trickled down your side. You were so afraid – Your heart felt like it was about to burst into a million pieces. Your sense of sound was extremely hyper aware as you heard the steps of the man – the man who walked around the establishment, the gurgling of its voice, the heavy stomps of its feet. The tension of being found made you tense up as you tried your best to stay still, not move or make a singular sound.
How the fuck did you end up in this situation?
Well, it was the chillest month of the year – February.
You sat at the cash register of your job. You were on shift as your shift started around an hour ago. Only being an hour into your shift felt like you’d have been here forever but it was better than cleaning or restocking – both of those jobs seem to be a pain in the ass because of the amount of people that just don’t care about the workers. Kids opening and eating out of candy boxes and throwing on them while their parents carelessly leave the mess for someone to clean it up, people spilling products without a care, people knocking clothes off the racks and not bothering to pick it up.
Thieves opening products and not even discarding of the boxes as they littered on shelves, restockers fighting to pull the troller that held damn near the whole stores supply on it as you watched them struggle to pull it to the back while managers and higher-ups gave thumbs up like it was in any way bodily safe or in code for the establishment. You only acquired this job because you needed a new job, this one isn’t any better but it’s definitely better than being spit on by kids or them slobbering on your fingers and biting you for trying to tell them that they can’t just hit other kids cause they felt like it.
Working bummed you out a lot , but nothing bummed you out more than the fact it was february and the store was decorated with all kinds of lovey-dovey contents. Couples coming through those double doors – giggling and laughing, people buying their partners expensive gifts, chocolates, rings, whole gaming setups. You never had realized how lonely you were until the month of february rolled around. You had been dry for the past year since your ex decided to choose cheating over staying loyal and putting you through a year of nothing but bullshit that they honestly would have better off keeping to themselves. You didn’t mind the loneliness at times, you looked down at your phone and flipped through the photos of your old relationship – you looked insane.
Your hair never looked good, your face looked, you had gained “happy weight” that was more like stress weight and you looked constantly in distress and upset in your photos even if it was a “happy” photo. Your ex complained a lot about you spending a lot of time online in online communities and doing things “only kids would do”. As you would sit online on platforms in spaces that were made adults and ramble. That was wayy better then what your ex did, which was hit any bar in town and get wasted – fuck a random chick they barely knew, and had no clue if they had any STDS/STIs and ignore their partners calls all night.
Just for them to turn around and have them beg you to pick them up in the morning. They were foolish and one thing you didn’t do, it was foolishness. The cheating only got worse, the more you got to know each other. They watched their true colors unravel as they would come home and they’d immediately start an argument with you while drunk – saying YOU were cheating, and how you were a whore and all this shit. It used to cause you to take ibuprofen every day both AND after work. The toxicity of it all was crushing and damaging to your mental health. You had got fed up with it, you remember how it all went down. You were crashing with them cause they had always caressed your face, telling you how “they always had your back” just to turn around and spit out all this toxic bullshit in your face when you came home from work. One day, you had just gathered all your shit up and left, leaving them to a now emptier apartment. Everything that was of value – that YOU purchased was taken from that house. Going right to your own apartment, you didn’t care if your home was “sad” and “depressing”. You were just glad to be freed from what you could only describe as hell. You’d change the lock on your doors, install new durable windows into your apartment complex, better security system and even go as far to change your number. They used to blow your phone in the middle of the night, “No Caller ID” about 56 times in one night drove you mad.
They weren’t even sorry – you’d answer the first time, that “kind” tone turning into them spitting pure insults and degradation in your face that definitely didn’t make you miss them. After all of that, your friends had your back – they were the ones to help you move all of your belongings, check on you mentally and provide as much nurturing help as possible. Pushing you to new highs and pushing you from “THOSE” lows. Those nights, you laid curled up in your bed and cried while you dialed your ex's number while our friends yelled and told you that you didn’t need that jerk.
You really didn’t need that jerk.
Even in today’s time, you still don’t need him.
You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you took it out and saw one of your friends text the gc. You click on the pop up as you read the message, the others are already replying to the message before you can even register what the messages are.
“Since it’s February, how about we all hang out at my place and have a Galentine?? Just us, no dudes, no talks about relationships, just us supporting one another while fooling around?”
A sleepover basically, you were super down for it – you loved hanging out with your friends. Especially after being here. You were so ready to clock out — you couldn’t stand being here at all. You were absolutely ready to leave. Making sure you gave a quick response as you didn't wanna get caught on your phone and get written up, the manager was such a bitch.
“Ok! We’ll talk about deets after my shift, yeah?”
“Of course, girl. Enjoy your shift.”
You shook your head as you thought “I’ll try”, as you leaned over as a clueless man looked around at the registers as they were all full, self check-out being closed due to system maintenance or something that was scheduled for this. You signaled at him as he looked at you – “Over here Sir, my register is open” as he gave you a faint smile and walked to your register, something on the floor that he didn’t pay attention to him as you watched him trip over it and drop the basket as stuff flew out, glass falling out his shopping basket as it slammed against the floor and spilled everywhere. Associates and civilians rushing to assist him as you buzzed the button. “Clean up in the main register area.” you sighed out as you covered your face with your hand. “Today was gonna be a long shift – again. ”
You clocked out – an hour late. You really wished you didn’t have to stay behind for a number meeting about customer service expectations and how to tend to a store when it’s literally only 10 of you on the floor for the afternoon shift whilst the morning shift does literally nothing but the bare minimum. Your back was sore and you were annoyed, the constant phrases of “Well, this was on sale on the app” or “Well, on the commercial it said all produce was 50% off” while holding a bag of cold peas from the FROZEN AISLE. Drove you absolutely mad. Just being able to melt into the cushions of the driver's seat brought you peace and calmness. Whilst on your break, you and your friends had discussed bringing alcoholic beverages to the party and you had agreed. You still needed to shower and pick that up, which thank god - there was a liquor store near your apartment. You clanked your car up as you listened to the sound of your car starting as you adjusted your wheel and seat. Clicking your seatbelt and looking at your phone as you looked for a song to play before you started driving.
The bell chimed as you entered the liquor store and the lady upfront greeted you as you greeted her back. You begin to walk around the store – the shelves nearly to the roof full of all kinds of liquor. “Vodka, Rum, Whiskey, Gin, Mezcal, Bourbon” looking the shelves up and down, the alcohol contents all different, multiple kinds of flavors. You weren’t really much of an alcoholic, alcohol isn't your thing – especially if YOU had to drive yourself in the morning. Oh no, you definitely weren’t getting yourself any liquor, you’d just stick to some juices, sodas or ANYTHING but alcohol. You stopped looking at the bottles as your eyes were glued and intrigued to a specific bottle. You picked it up and examined the alcoholic percentage and the flavor ingredients. “Bailey’s Strawberries & Cream” priced at 27.99$ – which was a bit of a high end price tag but there were some liquors that were about 100-200$ dollars so you weren’t to complain about anything. You looked at other liquors but none of them striked your interest as much as this, there was Ciroc Summer Watermelon, a vodka that was a blend of watermelon and strawberry, it was priced at 23$. Another option was Dekuyper Sour Apple Pucker, a tart, candy-like liquor that gives a sour, apple flavor priced at 11$. But, in the end you stuck with your first option making your way to check out.
In the blink of an eye, you were driving home from the liquor store to your house. Hopping into the shower and off to your friends house – all in the matter of maybe, what? Another hour.
Your finger pressed against the doorbell as you stood at the front door of your friend's apartment. The door immediately opened as your friends, Party Noob, Chance, and Two Time were revealed. As they pulled you into the house without another word, The smell of fruity dollar store spray, cheap hair spray and fresh pizza grease smacked you in the face the second you were in the home. The aroma of Party Noob’s home was strong but it was comforting in a sense as you sat down on the couch and got comfortable, the others joining you. AYYYY, you made it!" Party Noob shouted, they said as they gave you a big smile before their eyes became glued to the bag you had brought with you, something sticking out as they took your bag and looked inside. "What's this? Ooooh, fancy-fancy." they commented as they pulled the bottle of alcohol out the bag.
“"It's literally just Bailey’s—"”
“"BAILEY'S STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM?" Chance gasped dramatically, already reaching for shot glasses. "Who even are you anymore? Rich?"”
“Chance– you literally own a casino–”
“Okay? That doesn’t mean I get to drink every single day– especially not something as good as Bailey’s.”
“Touche”
You observed the living room. The apartment was dimly lit, blankets strewn all over the floor like it was a makeshift sleepover, it was extremely comforting as two times I was writing in their journal as they laid in the radius of you guys. You didn’t want to bother them as it was probably something for “the spawn” again and you didn’t desire to make them upset again like last time. Party Noob was quick to get beside them as they shouted “IT’S TIME FORR TRUTH OR DAREE!!!”
“Absolutely not,” you laughed, grabbing a soda and cracking it open.
“Absolutely yes,” Party Noob corrected. “You're not escaping. Not after buying fancy alcohol.”
The bottle was immediately cracked open, shot glasses were distributed to each other, snacks were brought into the middle of the room. Pillows were everywhere along with blankets, everyone was giving comfort as the room buzzed with the beginnings of something dangerous – you guys played a few test rounds together.
“Text something this”
“Kiss them”
“Show us your recent messages”
“Which ex do you miss the most?”
“If you could fuck which freind – which one would it be?”
“If you could hook up which friend would it be one”
Chance always got bored and said something outlandish as the next round, it was your chance and you had picked dare cause truth be told there was nothing that could scare or upset you. You were done for anything —everything until Chance spoke, they didn’t miss a beat. “I dare you to go to the Old Data Center with us.”
The room went dead silent for a second.
You blinked. “...Right now?”
“Yup. Midnight. Just us. Bring the bottle, bring a flashlight, and bring your spine.”
Two Times head poked up. “Now, that sounds interesting.”
“I suppose it could be you” – you added.
Everyone was cramming into Party Noob’s car as the bottle was passed around while you got into the driver’s seat as none of them were stable enough to drive. The engine sputtered to life with a sound that could only be described as mournful – Chance was in the front as they sat and observed the others through their shades. You looked at your phone as you googled the address, placing the phone on the phone holder as the directions began reading themselves to you as you pulled out the driveway and you set on your path to the old data center. “I can’t believe I actually let you guys talk me into this” you murmured under your breath as you continued down the road for about 100 ft before turning down a very shady looking road, your fingers reaching to click the button that locked all the doors – for safety. The streets blurred by as you sped toward the outskirts of the city, the flicker of streetlights passing through the cracks in the old, peeling car windows. It wasn’t long before the pavement gave way to a gravel road that led into the more industrial side of town. The signs started to look a little rusted, a little forgotten.
“This is a terrible idea,” you said, leaning forward and peering over the front seat. “I swear, if we get caught, I’m blaming all of you.”
Two Time chuckled, their face holding that same crazed smile that you loved. “You can blame us later, but you’re gonna be too busy running from the security guards to remember.”
“We’re gonna need to jump a fence, y’know,” Party Noob chimed in, glancing at you through the rearview. “It’s pretty tall. So make sure you're ready.”
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You all hesitated the fence – not realizing just how tall this fence was. Two Time stepped up, grinning like they’d been waiting for this moment all day. “Not gonna waste time with a run-up,” Two Time said with an eerie calm, pulling something from their bag that made your stomach twist—a bolt cutter. “What the hell?!” you barked, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed. The others seemed more amused than concerned. You knew Two Time was off their rocks a lot of times but sometimes it threw you all the way off. Two Time flicked the cutters open and closed with a soft clank that echoed too loudly in the silence of the night. “We’re gonna need a shortcut.” With that, they placed the heavy jaws of the cutters around the bottom of the fence, their grip snapping the metal as easily as it would through a cheap plastic bottle. The sound of steel tearing was loud enough to make your skin crawl. No one moved for a moment as the fence started to give way. Two Time didn’t wait for anyone as they were already going in, avoiding the jagged, rough edges of the fence as the others followed suit and you followed in last. You glanced back at the hole in the fence, and for a split second, you could've sworn you saw a shadow shift behind you—something that wasn’t there before.
"Anyone else feel that?" you muttered to the group, voice barely above a whisper.
"Feel what?" Party Noob shot you a look, their hand still clutching the bottle of Bailey’s.
But you couldn’t shake the feeling. It wasn’t just the darkness surrounding you—it was something deeper, like you were being pulled into a trap of your own making.
But there was no turning back now, not when Two Time was already disappearing into the shadows of the Data Center, and you followed them as you didn’t want to be left behind as you all traveled deeper within the building. The air was absolutely disgusting – the moment you stepped inside. The air was limited, it was stale, the place smelled disgusting and the air was so thick – it felt like it was clinging to your skin like cobwebs. You could almost taste the dust as you coughed. The flashlight on your phone barely provided any aid to this type of darkness as you walked further, the dim glow catching on shattered glass, exposed wires, and rusted doors that groaned every time the wind pressed against the building.
Files about random things were scattered all over the floor, work attire was ripped and all over the floor. This building had been shut down for years, no one had been here in the last 15 years if you remembered correctly. Your footsteps echoed against cracked tiles as you all came to a slow halt in the middle of the hallway. “This place gives me the creeps,” Chance whispered, hugging themself. “Like, end up on a t–shirt creeps and that’s not good!” Two Time stood still at the front, staring down the hall like they could see something the rest of you couldn’t. They hadn’t said a word since you entered—just walking, deeper and deeper, like they were following some unseen map in their mind.
“You alright?” you asked, stepping up beside them.
They tilted their head. “This was it,” they murmured. “This is where it all began. Where they stored the files... where they experimented with—” They stopped, grinning. “Ah. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
You raised a brow. “Try me.”
They chuckled. “They made something here. Something was not tech. Not code. Something that remembers. Still.”
Before you could ask more, they turned and walked off.
“I need to check something. Stay here.”
The door creaked open… then shut.
And just like that, they were gone.
.
.
You waited.
And waited.
But Two Time didn’t come back.
“Yo,” Party Noob called from down the hall. “We found something. Come on!”
Chance hesitated. “You sure about splitting up?”
“Bro, we’ll be right there,” Party Noob insisted, already jogging off.
Chance glanced back at you, unsure, then followed.
And just like that—you were alone.
The silence crept in slowly. Thick. Stagnant. The kind that settles into your bones.
You turned in a slow circle, the flickering lights above barely illuminating the dust-covered floor tiles. The hum of old wiring buzzed faintly in the walls. Something about this place—it felt too quiet. Like it was listening.
Your eyes drifted to a nearby door, slightly ajar.
And in your gut, something shifted.
You were right back where it began.
The sounds of your friends screaming made you clock back into the reality of your situation.
“CHANCE?! PARTY NOOB??!! TWO TIME??” you screamed out, there was no response – you were left alone and they weren't responding. Your body tensed as your breath began to get heavy. You felt like you were having a panic attack, the walls around you began to blend into your visioN as your ways began to tear up, the room felt like it was spinning as you kept trying to look around for them. Your heart pounded in your chest, your vision blurring as panic gripped you. “Where are they?!” You called out again, but the silence swallowed your words. The walls seemed to close in on you, the once familiar space now warped and unfamiliar. Every breath felt too shallow, too fast, as if the air itself had turned heavy. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your already spinning surroundings. You stumbled forward, desperate to find someone, anyone. But there was nothing. Only the dark, and the eerie, distant sound of footsteps.
You were alone.
You darted down the hallway, your heart hammering against your ribcage, the sound of hurried footsteps growing louder behind you. The air felt thick with dread, suffocating you as you pushed your body to move faster. You glanced over your shoulder, but all you could see was a blur—a figure, tall and menacing, closing the gap with every step you took.
Your breath came in short, panicked gasps. Every instinct told you to keep running, but your legs were giving out, the weight of fear dragging them down. You turned sharply into an alley, then another, trying to lose them in the maze of the darkened, abandoned building. But no matter how fast you moved, you could hear them behind you, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. They were gaining on you.
You turned another corner, stumbling slightly as your feet caught against the uneven floor. The hallway stretched ahead like an endless tunnel, but there was nowhere to hide. No escape.
Then you saw it. A narrow gap between two walls, just big enough for you to squeeze through. With one last burst of adrenaline, you dove into the crevice, pressing yourself flat against the cold, rough metal of the building’s structure.
The harsh jagged and rough edges of the wall were scratching against your skin. The wall had been clearly damaged by something, someone. The more you pressed your body into the wall, the more you caught yourself on the jagged edges. You brought your hand to cover your mouth as blood trickled down your side. You were so afraid – Your heart felt like it was about to burst into a million pieces. Your sense of sound was extremely hyper aware as you heard the steps of the man – the man who walked around the establishment, the gurgling of its voice, the heavy stomps of its feet. The tension of being found made you tense up as you tried your best to stay still, not move or make a singular sound.
The feeling of your heart slamming against your rib cage as the figure slowly moved closer, his presence was suffocating and you really thought it was – it was over because of a dumb truth or dare game. All your closest friends murdered in cold blood over one mistake you guys made. That low creaking and humming of the building had been replaced by your sounds of shallow breathing and the eerie scrape of his boots against the cracked flooring. Whatever that thing was anything of the ordinary, his face was partially obscured by a mask? Or some kind of bodily mutation, he seemed like a grotesque fusion of something– was it code?? The corrupted code and mutation of the human body, his right arm was a twisted spike, oozing red binary code, and his left hand bore three claws. He could tear you to shreds just like he did your friends, the fear inside of you was at an all time high. You just wanted to go home – you should’ve stayed home tonight.
You gasp as you're yanked from your hiding spot, the sharp tug on your hair sending a shiver down your spine. A small cry escapes your lips, but it's not just pain you feel—there’s a strange heat building inside of you. The way his hands are on you, possessive and rough, makes your heart race in a way you didn't expect .– your body going limp as you struggle to get away, the shock sends a wave of dizziness through your mind. Your muscles ache, but you don't stop. You drag your body against the cracked, cold flooring as it bruises and scratches the body, the more you move, the more it gets harder too. He’s trailing behind you, sickly watching you in this state as you can hear the low chuckles in his voice as he glitches out. It’s dark, amused, almost predatory, and something in you stirs. You’re clawing at the ground, praying you can get away before his foot is pushed against your leg – his weight is no match for you as you try to escape.
For a moment, you freeze, the heat between you both palpable. There’s no escape now, and a part of you doesn’t want to. You feel it—the way your body responds to the pressure, the tension, the way he’s so close yet doesn’t quite touch you the way you want. It’s a slow, deliberate game, and you’re caught in it, willingly, almost as if you’re drawn to him. You could yourself getting wet and you want to bash your head into the floor as this wasn’t the time – you weren’t really getting horny from being nearly killed – no? Your skin prickles, and that warmth is still pooling in places you can't ignore, even as the fear creeps up your spine.
You were, and you had to think quickly before you painfully died.
It feels wrong to be caught up in this. To want it. You’re terrified and yet… you want more. A twisted mixture of fear and desire that you can't shake, no matter how much you tell yourself this isn't the time, this isn't the place. It’s like you’re caught in a trap of your own making, drawn to the danger, the tension, even as you know you should escape. You shouldn’t feel this way, not when your life hangs in the balance. . His claws hover dangerously close to your head, sending another wave of fear through you, but there’s something else too. Something that makes your breath catch in your throat. “You really think you can get away?”
Please… spare me…” you whisper, the words slipping from your mouth before you can stop them. It's not just a plea for mercy, though. There's something more to it—something desperate, something broken.His voice is a low growl as he responds, his lips brushing against your ear. “Begging won’t change a thing,” he murmurs, his words dark and dripping with promise. “But keep begging, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” His claws hover closer, just a breath away from your skin, and you shiver.
"You won’t leave here the same," he continues, his voice both cold and searing with heat, the tension so thick between you it feels like you’re drowning in it.
You knelt between John Doe's legs, looking up at him with a coy nervous look as you gazed into his glowing red eye. Your hands were shaky and you were extremely nervous at the scene – you were fucking sick but you’d do anything to survive — you told yourself. You could see the sizeable bulge straining against his pants, making your mouth water with anticipation. Slowly, teasingly, you reached out and ran your fingers along the length of his clothed cock, feeling it twitch and throb under your touch. You unzipped his pants slowly, revealing his boxers which were also tented obscenely. Unable to resist any longer, you pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, allowing his impressive cock to spring free. A gasp left your mouth as your eyes widening at the sight of his thick cock – his cock was glitchy? It glitched within your hand, from a normal cock to a slimy tentacle as you gulped.
The head of his cock was leaking with excitement. You wrapped her hand around it, stroking him gently as you leaned in close, your breath hot against his skin.“Here I go..” you murmur before wrapping her lips around the swollen head of his cock. You swirl your tongue around it, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum. John Doe groaned, his hips buckling slightly as he reveled in the feeling of your hot mouth around him. Emboldened, you took him deeper, inch by thick inch disappearing past your lips as your jaw aches but you bobbed your head up and down his impressive length. You could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his cock pulsing with need. You took him deeper still, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you had to fight the urge to gag.
He pulled you off his cock as the saliva dripped out your mouth and you looked up at him before you could even begin again. John Doe was pinning you to the ground , his strong hands gripping your wrists tightly. You could see the wild, almost manic gleam in his glowing red eye as he loomed over you, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face – You impulsively wrapped your legs around his waist, using the leverage to grind your clothed sex against his rock-hard cock with pathetic whines. John Doe chuckled darkly, his voice a low, seductive purr.
"You’re mine..mortal He punctuated his words by ripping away your bottoms with his claw – exposing your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. You gasped and moaned as John Doe's fingers delved between your slick folds, stroking and teasing your most sensitive spots. Your hips bucked up against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. John Doe's fingers pumped in and out of your tight channel, his thumb circling your aching clit. thiswassowrong thiswassostrong thiswassowrong – but why does it feel so good??? "F–fuck, I-I" you cried out, your head thrown back in pleasure, your insides tightening against the claw. The pleasure was short-lived as John Doe suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, he was inside you , his thick cock spearing you open and filling you completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," John Doe grunted, his hips slamming against yours as he began to thrust hard and fast. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your wanton moans. You could only hang on for dear life as John Doe took you roughly, his cock– er tentacle pounding into you over and over again. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck and shoulder as he marked you as his. You cried out in pain and pleasure, your nails raking down John Doe's back, leaving red welts in their wake. You could taste the coppery tang of blood in your mouth, unsure if it was yours or John Doe's.
He continued to pound your pussy over and over, your back pressed into the rough cracked ground as it scratched and marked your back up more, you couldn’t handle anymore of this – he was using your pussy like a toy and you weren’t prepared. He pounded into you a few more times before he pulled out and came all over body, some splashed onto your face as you gasped out. His claws gripping at your hips as he pulled away and a mark was on your hip that you hadn’t noticed – it was a mark of John Doe’s initials. You laid limp against the ground while John Doe vanished…the sounds of your friends rushing after you is heard as you’re tired to comprehend – only blacking out in response.