Trapped

"Well, I'm supposed to meet up with Clyde at the arcade after school!" Lincoln responded to his friend.

"Ah cool!" Rusty said. "Hey, you don't mind if I can tag along, my dad is at work and Rocky is hanging out with that goth girl that is your sister!"

"Lucy?"

"Yeah, that girl!" Rusty said. "But can I still come with you?"

"Sure, I mean, Clyde and I would like some company!" Lincoln told Rusty. Rusty cheered and jumped for a few moments, which made Lincoln chuckled a little. Rusty is always that silly and wacky friend in the group.

Rusty then stopped cheering.

"Anyways, let's go!" Lincoln said. Lincoln and Rusty then walked down to school hallway. They were close to exit when Rusty was pushed down. Lincoln turned around and saw that it was some kid who was taller than both of them.

"YOU!" Lincoln firmly said, while squinting his eyes in anger. The bully just smirked.

The unnamed bully is a tall dude, almost as if he was supposed to be in the 8th grade but got held back. He had black hair and some sunglasses. He wore a leather jacket, some jeans, and black shoes.

"Woah, we got a tough guy here!" The bully teased.

"Oh, you shut it Carl Wheezer!"

"Hey, my name isn't Carl Wheezer, it's Carl Wheeler for your information!" The bully named Carl Wheeler corrected the white-haired boy.

"Who cares!" Lincoln shot back. "What are you gonna do? Punch us? Give us a wedgie? Besides, where your stupid goons at? Aren't you weak without them Mr. Wheezer?

Carl glared at Lincoln. "You know I'm not alone right?" Carl informed.

Lincoln was confused. "Wait, what...!" Before Lincoln could continue, he felt something bonked his head, knocking him out cold.

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Lincoln slowly opened his eyes. He was on the floor. He looked around and saw that he was in a dark room. Lincoln got up and hold his head in pain. "Ugh, what happened?" He asked himself.

Lincoln looked down and saw that he wasn't tied up. He decided to explore the dark room and hope nothing pops out and kills him.

He slowly walked. He notices that there were tons of blue lockers and some benches either next to the walls or between the locker. Lincoln then put two and two together and realized where he was.

He was at the boy's locker room...at school.

There were no windows so he couldn't tell if it was afternoon or night time. The ashen-haired boy then looked at the clock on the wall and his eyes went wide.

It was 6:30 pm.

"6:30? What the heck? How did I get here? Did I sleep here? Did someone knocked me out and...!" Lincoln's thought was interrupted when he heard something coming from one of the lockers.

Lincoln froze in fear. He remembers seeing a movie where some scary monster would come out the lockers, either scaring the victim to death or mauled them. The sound coming from one of the lockers then turned into pounding, like if a swat team was raiding your house.

Lincoln decided to put on a brave expression and check out the lockers, even though in his mind, It was an idiotic idea. He approached the locker that was pounding. It was Locker 45. When he approached the lockers, he decided to lean closer to the locker to either to hear what was inside the locker.