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[Open] The last thing we need!

Who: Zack and whoever is unfortunate enough to encounter him
Where: Roaming the halls
When: May 8th
Rating: PG13 for swearing, mention of torture and murder ideation, along with possible violent threats
Summary: A confused, agitated murder wants to know where the hell he is.
The Story:

[OOC: Will match format.]

Zack rubbed his eyes as he woke up, barely taking in his surroundings at first. The last thing he remembers is getting his traveling companion ~~and future murder victim, like she wanted~~ into a small area where the cameras couldn't see them and trying to sleep off the poison that they had been forced to breathe in that escape room. Good thing that companion knew about homemade bombs.

"Urgh... Damnit, Ray. I think I saw something horrible in my dreams..."

She was quiet. Too quiet. In fact, Zack realized she wasn't even there.

"Ray? RAY?!"

Zack scurried to his feet, using his scythe for leverage. Not only was Ray missing, but where he woke up looked nothing like the room he found. Hell, this didn't even look like it belonged in the torture prison from hell, and he is pretty sure each floor is supposed to be suited to that floor's master. Either someone moved him to another floor while he was asleep, or...

"Where the fuck am I?!"

Someone should help him. Or, well, run. After all, he is a scary bandaged man running around with a scythe. Wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie.

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... Fiddleford would honestly prefer running, but he's also got a memory gun in his pocket here, so at least there's that when he finds himself in the same hallway as this psycho.

"Y--young man, that kind of language is quite unnecessary, and if you could just calm down for a moment..."

Who just talked to him?

Zack looks up and sees a lanky fellow with brown hair and glasses wearing a tie with some kind of coat. The first thing he associates the man with turns his confusion to rage.

"YOU!" He charges at the man, aiming to pin him to the wall and hold the blade of his scythe with his throat.

McGucket should run.

Oh dear sweet Aunt Sally--Fiddleford gives the most undignified yelp of fear at this man suddenly charging at him while carrying a scythe. Time to turn and make to run as fast as he can to try to get away from Zack.

Unfortunately, Fiddleford is a skinny scientist who does not do much exercising. In fact it doesn't really take that long for him to trip in his haste to get away, his face becoming acquainted with the floor right below him here, which should make it easy for Zack to catch up to him now.

Oh, this is just perfect.

Zack could kill him. He could easily kill the bastard right there and then, but he wanted to see the doctor's horrified face before he deals the final blow.

He grabs the man's shoulder, harshly flipping him over on his back with one hand, the other gripping his scythe, ready to strike...

... Wait a minute.

Zack's murderous grin fades as he inspects his victim more carefully. This guy has a much larger nose than he remembers. And that brown hair... Yes, it's messed up, but it's also got grey in it and there are sideburns on the man's face.

The thing that sticks out the most, though, was that the man's left eye was making minute, panicky movements that only a real eye could make. A real eye that had blood vessels and a dilating pupil and wasn't made of glass.

This guy is definitely not Doctor Danny.

"What... Who the fuck are you?!" Zack frowns, clearly confused and annoyed at his own dumb mistake.

"F--F--Fiddleford McGucket. Um, I don't know what I did to upset ya, but..."

Fiddleford is attempting to sit up and crawl back a little here from where he's ended up on the floor. It's probably not a good idea to give a psychopath your name, but... honestly, if necessary, he'll just erase the name from the guy's mind.

But that's only if he can get away or at least have the mobility to pull the gun from his pocket, which would be difficult to do right now if we don't want our arm getting potentially sliced off by that unfriendly looking scythe there.

The psychopath glares down at the man trying to crawl away...

"... I thought you were someone else."

He lingers over the frightened fellow for a moment before finally backing off. At least he's not gonna go in for the kill just yet. McGucket isn't exactly a sick bastard himself, now is he?

No. Not in the way you're thinking of, anyway.

Once he has some amount of personal space, Fiddleford is going to very quickly scramble back to his feet and take a few more steps back, one hand sliding into his pocket where he keeps his memory gun. He should just take this chance to leave while he can, but he can't help but raise an eyebrow at this man here.

"Whoever this fella is that you're lookin' for, he should probably hope he's not here if that's the kind of welcome you give people."

Yeah, you better back up if you know what's good for you.

Zack narrows his eyes at not-Danny, crossing his arms as best he could with his scythe in one hand.

"The psycho asshole has it coming if he ever shows up..."

Wait. Not here?

"What do you mean by 'not here?'"

Did that come out wrong? Where has his ability to speak proper sentences gone lately?

"Uh, well... I mean that there's a chance you're probably the only one from your world here? I wouldn't know for sure though since I don't know everyone here..."

But at the very least, no one he has talked to has mentioned there being a guy covered in bandages and swinging around a scythe like a ~~Edgy on Purpose~~ Hot Topic Grim Reaper?

Edited 2017-05-17 04:17 (UTC)

"... Huh?"

Look, Zack may look like he was plucked out of a bad creepypasta, but at least he's from a world where everything is only fucked up on a normal level. No demonic entities, no special powers beyond what the human body is capable of, and no freaking alternate universes!

"Only one from my world?! Where the fuck am I, on Mars?"

"No, it's, um, another universe called Wonderland? Like the children's book, if you've ever heard of it."

... There is a likelihood that Zack might not have though depending on where he's from, so he rushes to continue in his explanation.

"It's a place where strange things happen sometimes, and until we're able to find a way to get back home, all of us that have been brought here have been livin' together in this mansion here."

... WHAT.

"Wait, so you're saying we're trapped in a kid's book?!"

Zack may have gotten a detail or two wrong, but at least he seems more confused than trigger happy at this point.

"What the fuck?!"

"S--somethin' like that, yeah?"

Like really, do we want to explain Wonderland and debate on whether or not we're actually in the book itself or if Wonderland itself is in fact a separate dimension or... anyway.

"So, um... I don't know if you're gonna be able to find whoever you're lookin' for, or if they'll even show up while you're here."

How?!?

Also he might not see Danny here at all? Or Ray?

"... He'd better not show up here, actually. That guy is a fucking psycho."

Yes, McGucket, there are worse people from his world than Edgy McCreepypasta here.

"... Seriously?"

What kind of hecked up place do you come from, Zack...

"Yeah, seriously. The bastard keeps plucking people's eyes out and shit, and that's on top of being an asshole."

It's a world that surpasses hecked up and goes straight into "mom holy fuck" territory.

"Oh dear god, why the devil would someone do somethin' like that..."

... Actually, wait, please don't answer that for him, he really doesn't need nor want to know why this person is in the business of eye-gouging and would be better of without that information.

"I don't know, the guy's a fucking sicko!"

Hey! You asked about it, you get an awnser!

"Yes, well..."

Fiddleford adjusts his glasses again nervously.

"I'm pretty sure there hasn't been anyone doin' that here? So I'd, uh... assume they're not here..."

"Guess not! Good riddance."

He is actually kind of relieved he's not gonna meet Danny here. Or that sadistic bitch, Cathy. Or Eddie.

Or Ray...

Ok, maybe he'd like Ray here.

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