Skeppy

7

Fundy grows more and more impatient. Where is this guy? Who is this guy? Was it just a prank? 'If it was a prank they wouldn't have that shit on me' Fundy thought to himself. Fundy turns around only to meet a guy in a hoodie and is immediately knocked out. Fundy's head is pounding with pain, he can't move his arms. He also can't see anything. It's all dark. Fundy is awake for sure but he can't move or see anything. It was like he was tied up and blindfolded.

Fundy hears footsteps get louder and louder. Each footstep taken has a crunch to it, why? "Hey" a voice whispered in Fundy's ear. Chills ran down his spine. 'That voice... that's..' Fundy was shocked at first, then laughed. "Bad what the fuck?" Fundy chuckled "You really had me there for a sec. Good job with the trolling!" Fundy said cheerfully. "What do you mean Fundy?" Darryl asked in a monotone voice. "Come on Bad! You're obviously making a trolling video, duh!" Fundy explained.

Darryl wasn't so sure if Fundy really knew what was going on. Darryl would never do such thing...in front of a camera. "Fundy, do you know why you're here?" Darryl asked "Because you're making a trolling video!" Fundy answered right away. Darryl takes off Fundy's blindfold to reveal where they were. They were outside, in the woods. The look on Fundy's face so priceless yet satisfying for Darryl. "Fundy. IF this was a trolling video how would I be able to record?" Darryl asked while grinning. Fundy looks around, his heart starts beating faster. He notices a duffel bag beside Darryl. "T-That bag! It's big enough for camera equipment!!" Fundy says.

Yeah yeah! This HAS to be a trolling video!! He just hasn't recorded anything yet!! Darryl picks up the duffel bag, brings it closer to Fundy, unzips the bag and drops everything that was inside it. What was inside the bag was not camera equipment. No. It's was knives, a syringe, a syringe vial, nails, hammer, and a long piece of rope. Fundy stared at the contents on the ground. "You should've left me and my sweetheart alone" Darryl giggled, he didn't think that this was funny he giggled because he was pissed...really really pissed.

Fundy shakes in fear, it wasn't that bad! It was fun and games. He was just having fun. "Look Bad I-" Darryl shushes Fundy, "I don't wanna hear anything from you." Darryl whispers. Fundy starts to tear up, "Bad! PLEASE!!" Fundy cries out. Darryl grabs the hammer and swings it into his face, breaking his nose. "SHUT UUUUPP!!" Darryl shouted swinging his hammer over and over at Fundy. Only leaving bruises, Darryl avoids hitting the brain. It'll be too easy to kill him now. Darryl stops hitting Fundy. Seeing Fundy in physical pain, seeing him cry in pain and all out just suffering put a twisted grin on Darryl's face, but Darryl wasn't satisfied yet.

"You fucked up messing with my sunshine." Darryl said to Fundy "You ruined the perfect moment between me and Zak" Darryl explains while getting the nails out, and getting the substance in the syringe vial into the syringe. Fundy struggles to move. The rope on Fundy was getting loose, Fundy continues to struggle as Darryl gets the syringe ready. Once Darryl turned around to inject the drug into Fundy he quickly got out of the rope and ran. Darryl quickly grabbed his knives and went after Fundy.

"HEEELLLPPP!!!" Fundy shouts on the top of his lungs sprinting for his life. The more he ran the more it seemed like he was running in circles, everything looked the same. No sign of a road, lights, or something anything! 'Where the hell am I?!' Fundy thought it was only a matter of time before he gets completely tired and goes to sleep. He stops behind a tree to catch his breath. It's a miracle that Fundy has the energy to move even though his body hurts from getting hit with a hammer. What's wrong with Bad? Why would he hurt-no KILL for someone? No one is worth killing for! Doesn't he understand everyone uses each other for their own benefits?!

Fundy suddenly falls to the ground screaming in pain. He looks at his legs only to find a knife in his leg. Chills run down his spine, he reaches for the knife only to get a punch in the face from Darryl. Darryl immediately pins Fundy left hand to the ground Fundy struggles to get Darryl off. Darryl plunges another knife into Fundy's left hand Fundy cries out in pain. Darryl pins Fundy's right hand to the ground with another knife. Fundy screams on the top of his lungs. "Did you really think you can get away from me?" Darryl asked as he smiled "Do you know how long I've been following you?" Darryl followed up his previous question with another.

Fundy froze in fear. Darryl knew where he was yet he waited. "Y-you...why?" Fundy asks as tears run down his face. Darryl looks at Fundy in the eyes and whispers "You want to give someone false hope? Give them a false sense of security." Fundy moves his legs rapidly kicking and squirming was all he could do. Darryl has had it with Fundy fighting back, Darryl grabs his hammer and swings directly at Fundy's legs. Each swing getting harder and harder, more and more painful, and more of Fundy's crying. Eventually Darryl heard loud snap in each leg, Fundy was no longer kicking and squirming his legs. Fundy screams and continues to scream. "HEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPP-" Fundy coughed, his throat was getting sore from all his screaming. "Alright Fundy.." Darryl starts as he pulls out the syringe with the unknown substance inside. "It's time" Darryl giggles.