This will be a book of oneshots. A few will be my own Idea, like some fairy tales or ideas for a book. You can request stories but know that if your request isn't here it's most likely because....
1) I don't know about it.
2) I'm not into it.
3) It...
I was in a blacked out room. fog surrounded me as I just stand there whistling 'it's a small world' waiting for the 'one controlling all of this'.
Entity: Who....are....you...?
(Red): My name's not really important, so just call me (Red)
Entity: Why...are...you...here...?
(Red): I say you've tormented them enough. And I know you felt an increase of emotions from both survivors and your killers when someone came into these trials.
Entity: Yes...... their uncontrolled emotions..... They feed me..... They will...keep feeding me..... Until they are .....shells....of their former....selves.
(Red): Then let's make a deal. The lives of many vs mine.
Entity: ....explain....
(Red): You put them all in. If the one I have chosen wins, you will release them and I will put them somewhere where I deem fit.
Entity: Fool.....their emotions.... Their hope... their rage.... has fed me... Why would ... I risk that all...?
(Red): So you don't want the bet. Fine then, I'll be leaving right now. And here I thought you were as powerful as they say. But I guess I still keep the title of one of the most powerful beings.
I was about to teleport out, until the Entity spoke up.
Entity: Nobody ..... is stronger ..... than I ......
I smirk and try to keep pushing it.
(Red): Eh.... Debatable. I could defeat you in a single move if I wanted too. But since you can't prove you are the most powerful, I'll-
Entity: Fine..... But if you lose this bet..... You will be... one of my hunters... You will be tortured.... Your cockiness.... Will be you down fall.
(Y/n)'s pov
Shiiiiit...
(Y/n): *mumbles* How the hell did I end up in this place.
I was hiding in one of the many lockers in badham preschool. I and a few random girls I'm stuck with are trying to escape from not one but a bunch of killers. Actually I was with a few guys also but they immediately got killed.
(Y/n): *mumbles* Some of the hunted girls are running like headless chickens, but then again, I'm one to talk. Also note to my older self if I have kids, don't pick this preschool.
I hear scratching along a wall. It's the girls from my nightmares.... which sadly I could have mistaken her for my dreams.
???:(yyyy/nnnn).... I know you're around here.
(Y/n): I wish you diiiidn't.
I didn't hear the scratching anymore. It got quiet.....
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