Post by S2 on Aug 3, 2020 8:52:04 GMT -5
Emily
Woah! S2! This place is huge!
Emily's wide eyes look up at Priscilla's huge mansion ahead of them, clearly impressed at the vastness. She's not alone either, alongside her, her four friends Gemma, Tyler, Rich, and Greg, as well as her husband Dwayne, all look rather galvanized by the sight of Priscilla's great abode.
Dwayne turns quickly to look at the Scientist himself, S2, who walks slowly down the pathway behind them.
Dwayne
You work here now?
S2
Sure do.
Tyler
And we can party here tonight!?
S2
Sure can T-Dog!
Greg
That's awesome!
The group clearly get more and more excited the further they move down the path, the sight of the great mansion, soon to host their great party, reflected in their eyes.
-
As the group clamber inside the living room of the seemingly empty mansion, eyes taking in the vastness of the interior now, S2 watches them from the doorway. They all excitedly jump onto chairs, reaching into their backpacks and bringing out crates of alcohol, their loud laughter filling the room. Emily turns from an exciteable conversation with Gemma, to see S2 stood in the doorway.
Emily
You gonna join us?
S2
Will in a sec.
Emily smiles, as she slowly moves over to S2.
Emily
Just wanna say S2, thank you for hosting us, and not only that but in such a nice place.
S2
You kidding me? When I heard Em, Gem, and the Boys were coming to the States, I had to bring you all here! Simply could not resist.
Emily
Thanks S2, I know it's been a while, and I know we've had our differences, but I appreciate you doing this.
S2
What are friends for Emily. They support each other.
The way S2 says this has less of a warmth to it, but Emily chalks that up to just an off delivery. She smiles at the Scientist, before fist pumping his arm.
Emily
Let me crack one open for ya', what drink you wanting?
S2
I'll grab one myself, just need to tend to something first.
Emily
Oh! Cool!
S2
I'll be seeing you shortly.
Emily smiles and nods, before moving to join her circle of friends in the living room. S2 eyes up the bunch, all smiles and laughter as they sit in the centre of the room. His quite forced smile turns to a genuine one… a devious one… as he moves out of the room.
-
One of Priscilla's smaller guards, a young Irish fella with a mohawk-mullet shaved into his head, sits lazily on a computer chair, eyes almost closed, legs up on a desk in front of him. As the door to the room bursts open, he almost jumps out of his seat.
Mullet
Hey! What!? I'm working!
S2
Calm down Mullet, Priscilla's gone to Budapest.
Mullet
Okay! Phew!
S2 moves into the room, and takes up a much bigger and heftier computer chair next to Mullet. Though sat on the desk in front of him, is not one measly computer, it is instead a series of large screens, all of which showing different CCTV footage of around the mansion. His eyes lock on one in the middle, of the living room, where his six friends are sat.
S2
You ready for a show, Mullet?
Mullet
It's always a show monitoring these things. The night of the Bondage Bash, there wasn't a second where at least one of these screens wasn't showing something fucking tasty…
Mullet gulps.
Mullet
Just umm- don't look under the desk.
S2 looks at Mullet and grimaces, before wheeling himself away from the desk slightly. Already seemingly prepared for him on the side, is a bag of popcorn, which he takes into his arms with a smile, as his eyes rest on the CCTV screen.
S2
Oooh yeah! Let's get this bitch started.
-
The group are all arranged nicely around the living room area, some sprawled across sofas, some cross-legged on the wooden floor. Emily is sat leaning into Dwayne, his arm over her shoulder. Gemma leans forwards from her position on the sofa, a smile on her face.
Gemma
Any of you guys actually know who's place this is?
Greg
S2's, right?
Tyler
It's not actually fucking S2's Greg, he just works here.
Gemma
Yeah, for Priscilla Kelly.
Greg
Who's that?
Dwayne
Wait, I've heard of her, wrestler right? She's always trending on Twitter...
Gemma
Yeah, cos she's fucked up. You don't wanna know the stuff she's got up to in this mansion.
Rich
We starting with the ghost stories already Gemma?
Gemma
I'm telling you, have you not been watching that AWF show? Or at least been looking at clips?
Rich
No. I'm not gonna lie, I'd rather avoid watching anything that has S2 in it.
Emily
Rich!
Rich
What!? Emily, we're being nice to him tonight cos he's giving us a place to stay, a nice place too! But fuck, that dude sucks! Why do you think it's been years since we've spoken to him?
Emily
Look, I just want us to all get along tonight okay? Everyone deserves a second chance!
Gemma
Even creepo S2?
Emily
I like to think so.
Gemma
After what he was like to you?
Emily
That was in the past! People can change!
Dwayne
Let's hope he has.
Greg
I like S2.
Tyler
Yeah Greg, that's cos you fucking suck too.
The group chuckle.
Rich
Let's just enjoy our time now, 'til S2 gets back from wherever the fuck he's gone. Trust me, if memory serves correctly Emily, by the time tonight's done, you're gonna be fed up of that mother fucker all over again.
Emily
Well, 'til then, I'm just gonna try and be nice, okay?
Tyler
Cool, and I'm gonna try and get drunk.
Tyler jumps to his feet.
Tyler
Speaking of, anyone wanna help me find the kitchen? I was hoping to pop my drinks in the fridge.
Greg
I'll come.
Tyler
Oh dear, anyone else?
The group laugh some more.
Tyler
Guess not, come on Greg.
The pair move off out of the living room, leaving the remainder of the group to continue chatting.
Tyler moves ahead, crate in hand, as Greg moves slowly behind him. Tyler takes the pair to a hallway, where they walk down through the arching, long corridors, almost with no end in sight. Greg starts to look a little worried.
Greg
You sure this is the right way T-Dog?
Tyler
No, Greg, I'm not sure, because I've never been here before.
Greg nods, as he follows the quite confused looking Tyler. He tries not to say his piece, but as the two make their way further down the long, stretching, shadow-coated hallways, Greg starts to become a little unsettled. They're turning corner, after corner, after corner, and no kitchen is in sight… in fact, no room at all.
Tyler
Ummm… maybe I've got us a little lost.
Greg
Oh, really?
Tyler
Let's just head back the way we came.
The pair turn, realising that behind them, the corridor splits off two ways. Tyler sighs.
Tyler
Oh fuck.
Greg
Which way did we come?
Tyler
I don't know Greg! That's what the 'oh fuck' was about.
Greg
I'm getting a little spooked here T…
Tyler
What, you think some beady eyes are gonna be looking at us through the paintings? This isn't Scooby Doo, Greg.
The pair look up at a painting on the wall next to them, a marvellous piece of a naked and posing Priscilla Kelly. Tyler grins.
Tyler
Wew… wouldn't mind if that painting came alive though, right?
Greg
Umm- yeah.
Greg is clearly shaken, his eyes scanning the darkness of the corridor around him. Tyler notices.
Tyler
Alright you big baby, let's get outta here. Pretty sure we came from the right?
Greg
Really?
Tyler
No, but we have to try one of the directions. It's a 50/50.
And with that decision made, Tyler moves off down the right hallway, Greg following behind him, down the stretching hallway even further into darkness. Behind them, the darkness shifts…
Something follows.
As they move further and further down the long black corridor, finally, they spot a light seeping from under a doorway at the very far-end of the corridor. The two let out little relieved smiles.
Tyler
There we go, that'll be it.
The two continue down the corridor, the darkness around them suddenly feeling just… that little bit darker. Greg feels unnerved, he can feel a presence behind him. His eyes meet Tyler, and his friend looks scared too. The pair pick up the pace, moving swiftly through the darkness, their footsteps pattering along the wooden floor.
And if they weren't moving so hectically, they would have heard the third set of footsteps.
As the pair scurry, finally they're at the doorway, and Tyler pushes it open suddenly, before the two leap inside the open door. Tyler suddenly shuts it behind him, and lets out a relieving exhale. He and Greg look at one another and laugh.
Tyler
God you got me spooked then!
Greg
Those hallways are scary man!
Tyler
Mind's playing with us buddy. There ain't nothing to this mansion except what we're making up.
The pair turn then, and instead of the expected kitchen, they're greeted to something much different.
The room is entirely coated in cow-print, head to toe. Wall, floor, ceilings, all cow-print. And the room is empty save for two items in the middle. A quite picturesque, beautiful, golden podium… and on that podium, is a jar.
A jar with two testicles inside.
Tyler and Greg look from the jar, to one another, clearly terrified.
Greg
I don't think this is the kitchen.
Tyler
Me either Greg, funnily enough! I don't think this is any room at all! Who has a room like this in their house!? Where the fuck does S2 work!?
Greg
Who's balls are they?
Tyler
I don't know Greg! Don't go near them!
Greg
Okay I won't! I just want to find the kitchen T, I don't want to be in the testicle cow room any more!
Tyler
Okay! Okay! Let's find the kitchen!
Tyler turns and opens the door to the room, but rather than the pitch black of the hallway greeting their eyes, they instead see the towering figure of the Russian Bol'shoy before them, his blank, empty, psychopathic gaze resting on Tyler. Before the young party-goer can say anything, Bol'shoy's hand shoots up, clasping around Tyler's neck, and his gasp is cut mid-way through by the awful snap of his neck.
Greg squeals, as he watches Tyler slump to the floor, his head twisted 180 degrees to look at his still alive friend. Greg looks from the body, up to Bol'shoy, who slowly, still no emotion on his face, moves into the room.
Greg
What the fuck!? Stay back you fucking-
Greg charges over and shoves the jar of testicles off of the podium, watching it bounce across the floor, before he lifts the podium over his head and aims it at Bol'shoy. He swings! But watches in horror as, after connecting hard with Bol'shoy's skull, the Russian psychopath is unfazed, continuing to move at Greg.
Greg screams helplessly, before taking another swing! It connects again, but does nothing to halt the path of Bol'shoy, heading right for him.
Greg lifts the podium above his head, and swings down, but Bol'shoy simply blocks it with his arm, face registering no pain at all as it connects hard with his limb, before he tosses the podium away, leaving Greg defenceless.
Greg
Please! Please don't! I just got accepted onto the Voice UK!
But these words do not sway Bol'shoy, his path towards Greg not stopping for a second. He puts one hand against Greg's head, and presses it hard into the wall behind him, watching as Greg's head starts to squeeze like a melon under the pressure. Greg screams an agonising, horrified scream, his last sound before his skull becomes mush.
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Back in the living room, Emily, Dwayne, Gemma, and Rich all hear the scream echoing down the hallway towards them, prompting all of their heads to look up in curiosity.
Dwayne
What the fuck was that!?
Emily
Was that Greg or T?
Dwayne is up on his feet in the same second, peering down the hallway at the end of the room.
Dwayne
Guys!? You okay!? Greg!? T-Dog!?
Gemma
Uh oh.
Rich
Don't you start Gemma.
Gemma gulps.
Rich
This is just those guys fucking with us, guarantee it.
Dwayne
Well, I should go check.
Emily
You sure sweetie?
Dwayne
Yeah, it'll be okay Em, don't sweat.
Dwayne moves off away from the group, over to the hallway. He stands in the doorframe for a few moments, peering down into the darkness, his eyes dilating to get a better look into the abyss ahead.
Dwayne
Guys!? You there!?
No response. Dwayne gulps slightly, before he moves forwards, the darkness of the hallway enveloping him, and ridding him from sight of the others. Emily and Gemma look a little agitated, as Rich just shakes his head. He notices the fear on Emily's face, the concern for her husband, and feels a desire to put her at ease.
Rich
Hey Dwayne, everything okay!?
But as a lack of response comes back, Rich's plan doesn't work. Emily only looks more unsettled.
Rich
Dwayne!? Buddy!? You need a hand!?
? ? ?
Oh yeah!
And from out of the hallway, the direction which Dwayne went, walks in the ever-muscular, horrifying figure of Tusk Baby. Lips curled into a sadistic smile, coated in blood, Tusk Baby lifts up the severed arm of Dwayne, and shows it to the group.
Tusk Baby
He needs a hand alright!
Tusk Baby bursts into laughter, as the group become horrified, all jumping to their feet and shrieking in horror. Gemma starts to hyperventilate, before she turns on her heel and leaps over the glass table in the middle of the group like a hurdle. As she attempts to bolt from the room, she doesn't expect to run into a brick wall of a man.
Her eyes open, and much to her horror, they're only level with the man's belly-button. Slowly, shaking, with tears in her wide eyes, she cranes her neck upwards to look at the figure before her. There, looking down at her, are the beady eyes, on the ugly face, of the 7 foot 3 Sidewalk.
Gemma
Oh god.
And those are Gemma's last words, as Sidewalk scoops her up into a Sidewalk Slam position, before dropping her hard spine-first onto the wooden floor. Blood spurts up out of the young girl's mouth, her cry of agonising pain lasts barely a second, before her shattered spine bursts up through her stomach. Emily watches this happen, and shrieks a terror-stricken shriek, as she watches Gemma slump lifeless.
Rich
Emily let's go!
Richie has grabbed Emily's arm, and is yanking her along with him as they bolt through an open doorway on the other side of the room, leaving Tusk Baby, Sidewalk, and the now emerging Bol'shoy to look at one another. Tusk Baby laughs some more.
Tusk Baby
They ain't elephants, but they'll do.
Rich pushes Emily along ahead of him, watching their back, as the pair come to a staircase leading downwards.
Rich
Go! Down there!
Emily does as Rich says, and starts moving hectically down the staircase. Rich looks behind the pair, to see, at the end of the hallway, are the three figures. His heart almost leaps into his throat, as he follows Emily quickly.
Emily
Where the fuck is S2!? What's going on!?
Rich
I don't know! Just keep moving!
Rich pushes Emily through a doorway, before looking back up the stairs to see at the top of it, is the grinning Tusk Baby. Rich moves through the doorway quickly, slamming it behind the pair.
Rich
Keep going Emily!
As Emily starts to move further down the hallway, Rich quickly starts shoving shelves and other various items in the way of the door, as to create a blockade. Happy with his handy-work, he starts to move away from the blocked door.
Rich
Think that should do it.
He turns to Emily, who has made her way to the end of the hallway.
Rich
Now we just need to find a way out-
And in that instant, out of a hidden passage-way in the side of the hallway, emerges Helmuta Kruel. A flash of bright blonde hair, hungry eyes, bared teeth, Emily can't scream a warning in time before her sharpened canine's have found their way into Rich's throat. He lets out a yelp, but it turns into a gurgle of blood, as his mouth becomes a pool of it once Helmuta has entirely ripped his Adam's apple from his neck.
Rich stumbles forwards, reaching out to Emily helplessly, before he collapses dead in a puddle of his own blood, leaking from his neck and mouth. Helmuta smiles a blood red smile at Emily, before she moves after her.
Emily lets out a screech, before twisting and running down the hallway ahead of her, suddenly bursting through a doorway into another room. Emily keeps running, not aware of what room she's in until it's too late.
Her feet are no longer running on a hard surface.
And Emily drops face first into the swimming pool.
A huge splash, and Emily tries her hardest to resurface as quickly as she can. As she splashes and thrashes around in the pool, she turns her head to see Helmuta Kruel, stood to the side, looking down at her in the pool. Emily puts her limited swimming skills to use, and starts to try and swim to the opposite side.
Until there, she sees, stood looking at her, is none other than S2 himself.
Emily
S2! Help!
S2 lifts up his palm to her.
S2
Emily! Stay there!
She does so, right in the middle of the pool, where she looks up at S2 through pleading eyes. She turns to see Helmuta, still stood at the end of the pool, looking down at her but not moving.
Emily
What!? Why!?
S2
So I can talk to you.
Emily
What!? S2!!! They're all dead! They killed Dwayne! And Rich! And Gemma!
S2
I know bitch, I asked them too.
Emily
What!?
Out of the hallway behind Emily, Tusk Baby, Sidewalk, and Bol'shoy all file out, joining Helmuta to stand at the end of the pool, looking at Emily. S2 grins down at her.
S2
I. Asked. Them. Too.
Emily
I don't understand… why!?
S2
Well, I'm not gonna lie, I've been wanting to test my new security out for a while now… I was going to use homeless people, but figured Priscilla might get a bit testy about that… but then, the most amazing opportunity came to me. I heard that you, Emily fucking Snow, were coming to the States. You and the whole fucking ratpack! My mind was made up as soon as I heard that, you guys would be the test dummies! And fuck me, has it been an entertaining show.
Emily is distraught, her tears falling fresh from her face into the water below. She shakes her head slowly, in disbelief.
Emily
Why?
S2
Plus, I need a new tag team partner, and I wanted to see what these guys were bringing to the table before I chose-
Emily
But why US S2!?!?!
S2 loses his smile, as he glares down at Emily.
S2
Covering my tracks Em. I uhh- don't want some of the things I did to you in the past getting out there. I have a boss and… if she found about that shit, I think there'd be hell to pay.
Emily
What!? S2! I haven't told anyone! Not a soul! Not even Dwayne!
S2
And now you won't tell anyone.
Emily looks at S2 in disbelief, before her sad eyes turn to angry ones.
Emily
There's more to it than that and we both know it! You're just still pissed off cos I picked Dwayne over you!
A beat.
S2
Yeah. Maybe I am.
Emily
You fucker. Why do you think I chose him! He's actually nice! And cares about me! And he didn't fucking-
S2
Enough fucking chatter now, bitch. Let's put those swimming skills to the test, huh?
Emily becomes worried, as S2 smiles at the four security members stood at the pool beside her.
S2
Those mother fuckers are fast, but you get a head start. See if you can make it to me in time.
And before Emily can object, she hears four splashes in the pool behind her. She turns quickly, to see all four security members are gone, replaced by four dark outlines, moving towards her under the water. She gulps.
S2
Get swimmin' bitch!
Emily turns suddenly, thrashing through the water as she swims with all her might towards S2. She tries her hardest to stifle her breathing, to ensure her panicking doesn't see her fall under the water to her certain demise, as she pushes herself forward with all her might.
She sees the huge blob of S2 getting closer and closer, as she throws herself through the water with all her might, swimming faster than she's ever needed to in her life.
She can feel the ripples behind her, she can hear the splashes, she knows the security are right on her tail. Any second she expects to feel a grip on her leg, and for her to be yanked down into the pool.
But as she looks up, she sees S2 stood before her.
She's made it to the end of the pool.
Emily grabs onto the side of the pool, and starts yanking herself out, until suddenly she feels herself in the grasp of S2. She's yanked upwards, into his arms, where he looks down at her with a huge smile.
S2
Well done Emily, I'm so proud. You survived those four monsters.
Emily turns to look into the pool behind her, at the four security members looking up at her. Suddenly, her face is grabbed in his hand, before she's turned to look into his eyes.
S2
But you didn't survive this one.
And with that, S2 pushes her backwards into the pool, into the arms of the awaiting monsters. Emily screams a petrified scream, but it disappears along with her, as she's pulled down into the water. S2 watches, his smile only growing bigger and bigger, as the water turns to a disgusting blood red.
As Tusk Baby rises up to the surface through the red water, getting a quick breath, S2 quickly calls to him.
S2
Hey! Tusk Baby!
Tusk Baby turns to S2, eyebrow raised.
S2
How you feel about tag team wrestling?