A/N: I decided this may be just a short fanfic so like between 10-15 maybe 20 chapters, if I get inspiration...I'm just having a hard time getting my thoughts and ideas typed out...
Also side note for better scary effect change reading mode to night...if you want ;)
Don't read if you don't want to be scared, just a warning😏🤗😉
Natsuki's POV:
Sayori sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling in the light. We were back in the literature club room. Everything was white though, the walls, the desks, the tile floor, everything except the door which was unsettlingly red. We were in a circle of desks, like how we used to do back in our club days.
"Natsuki?" When she spoke my name, shivers raced down my spine. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt trapped underneath the stark white desk.
"S-sayori? You're alive!" Again I tried to push myself from my white metal and wood prison, and again it was all in vain.
"I'll never forgive you for this!" Her usually blue eyes are dark, almost blood red. My mouth feels like it's full of sand. I can't speak, Sayori stands from her desk effortlessly and gracefully, it's one of the key hints that this cannot possibly be my best friend... "Oh Natsuki..." her voice is low and slightly passive aggressive. She starts sliding her fingers against the desk in front of her, her expression is erratic and crazed. She looks like a completely different person.
"Say..or...eee!" A chilling voice echoes throughout the eerie room and the lights flicker red for a brief moment. Sayori smiles at me psychotically, as she holds her hand out to me.
No way in hell am I taking her hand. Nope nah uh. I'm not stupid.
"Stay back Sayori!" I exclaim trying to tug myself from the damn desk. Sayori laughs loudly and crazily. I pale as her expression darkens.
"You did this to me Natsuki!" She growls her eyes shining with hate and loathing. Tears are streaming from my face. "Why didn't you come to my dinner? It's your fault Monika and I are dead!" The ground quivers and I tumble backwards, suddenly the desks are gone and it's just Sayori and I in a flickering hallway.
"I'm sorry Sayori I'm so sorry!" I whimper, and she tilts her head eyes dark and cold. She scrapes her nails against the wall making me shiver and subconsciously step back...
"I'll never forgive you!" She growls stepping closer.
"You did this to me!" My heart thumps loudly in my ears and I step back again.
"You think taking my kids in changes this?" I'm still crying as I step back again, fearful of my life. "You think that it'll make me forgive you? I HATE you!" She growls and I look at my hands. When I look up, Sayori's inching closer, like an animal...
a wild animal...
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A sinister creature
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Scrape...scrape... her nails drag against the wall as she inches towards me
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"Sayori please I'm sorry!"
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Close she stalks and I feel like I'm inching backwards on a treadmill, because She's getting closer and I'm moving my legs but getting nowhere.
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Scratch...
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Scratch, scratch....
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"Say... or....eeee... " that voice echoes around me like the chill of a sharp unforgiving wind. It snakes up my back and makes my hair stand on end, I bristle.
"N̶̹̤̻̯͉̞͔̝̺̮̱̿͆͑̈́̓̏͛̎̀͗̑̌̈́̄͝ó̸̧̢̜̥̩̮̺̘͓̪͚̻̟͉͖̋̈́̎͒̅̓̔͛̐͋͛̂͘ ̷̠͎͚̩͔̮̩͖̣͔͂͗̓͛̎͋́̃͜W̵̛̖͔̝̫̤̯͉̳̻̽̆͐̎̀̊̐̊h̸̡̡̤̱͈̠͔͚͔̦̪͌̊͒̕̕̚͝ê̶̡̨̢̛̙̳͇̻̗̻̋͋̇͂̆͌̈́ŕ̴̨̨̨̺̙͖̫̬̼͍̣̼̼̄è̷͖͂̆̇̊̈́͆͌̉̕ ̴̡̣̰̱̻̹̤̥̰̮̮͉̇̀́̈́ͅT̶̖͈̟̣̹̞́̑̋̃̓͘̚o̸̡̘̯͇͑͜ ̶̡̮̪̖͍̦̹̪̓͒̐̈͒̾̀͘R̶̢̛̯̭͕̪̬͙̲͙̪͆̀̍̕͝͝͝ͅǗ̵̼̱̲̹͇̙̗̺̥̟̘̔͐̀̄́́͆̄̕͘̕͠͝ͅŅ̶̫̤̫̬̖̞͕̩͑̽͆̍͋̎͛̆̀̕͝ ̷̢̂̐̈́́̿͗̄̈͊̿̓̅̑͑͘N̵̯̟͓̦̬̯̱͕̞̖̾͌́́̈̆̋̈͘͘͜͠A̷͓̪̿̇̓̏̀͛̀T̵̙̥̔̾͂̄S̴͓̬͕̻̞͍͎̎̓͘Ú̸̜͍̗̱̰̩͇͍͔̥̖̯̆̋͐̅̐̕͝K̸̘͓̼͍͉̦̖̜̠̗̻̪̥̱͎̉͘͝Į̶̥̜̗̟͇̯̼͓͚̺̹̽̏͋̕ͅ ̸̡̙̩̜̮̖̦̹̘̃̂̏̈́̌̌͘͜͝"
Sayori's voice is distorted and crazed I can't understand her. She laughs and it's sounds highpitched and demonic.
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I'm shaking feverishly. I keep stepping back, trying to get away.
But I'm stuck in place, I can't move...
I tug and tug...
Sayori inches closer, her expression murderous...
I tug harder, pulling against the ground, I need to get away, I need to get away..
...Sayori glides closer, I can see her red eyes once more and her sinister expression....
....I tug harder...pulling... and tugging...
No...no...
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No
"Ô̸̬͉̬͑̕h̸̨̯̋͘ ̶͓̦̽̀͋͗Ņ̸͍̩̯̥̟̉̑̂͌́̅̓ą̵̨̧̱̙̤͈͑͜t̷̢̡̛̯͉̤͑̈́̾̈́̀͝s̸̖̅̅̓͛̑̇ͅŭ̵̪̖̘̗̞̭͚̙̒̽͆̚k̸̢̖̭̳̖̓͒̽͂́̈́̉̕į̵̘̜̖̐̄̊̔̐̌̓̑,̸̛̛̟̪̱̣̈́͑̀͐̓̃w̶̪̗̮̯̲̼̯̦̐̎̌̐̾̚h̶̳̘̜̙̝̪̀͒̃ẙ̴̛͇̐̂̀͆ ̴͙͆͛͛̇͘͘̕k̴̡̥̜̃͜é̸̤͋̈͒̕͝ͅe̷̡̮̞̼̓̔͘p̶͓̦̲͓͗́̓͜ ̶̡̑ţ̸̢̮̞̖̝̘̪̆̑̾̀̅͐͌͝ŗ̶̛̤̅͆͗y̵̥̒͊͊͑̑̆̎͝ȉ̸͕̦n̶̩̞̩͓̘̕g̶̢̝̩̲̊̊ ̴̧̢̲͂̍̄͜?"
I pull harder, I can't let this happen!
No....
"Sayori please!" I sob as she glides closer...
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She clicks her tongue in disapproval.
"ᵣ̵ₑ̷ₐ̶ₗ̷ ̴f̶ᵣ̵ᵢ̴ₑ̶ₙ̵d̶ₛ̷ ̷ₖ̸ₑ̷ₑ̷ₚ̴ ̵ₜ̶ₕ̵ₑ̴ᵢ̴ᵣ̸ ̵ₚ̴ᵣ̴ₒ̸ₘ̸ᵢ̷ₛ̴ₑ̴ₛ̸" she growls bitterly and I whimper again.
"I'm sorry!" I sob, as blood starts pooling from her eyes.
"Ŗ̶̧̨̢̡̢̨̧̨̡̨̧̧̢̛̛̝͇͎͓͍̱̰̺̹̮̫̬̗̼̞̳̺͈̝͇̗̲̦̼̪̣̩̘͖͚͈̳͙̰͇̱̩̞͚̱̖̲͚̙̠̳̭̲̝̻͍̺̖͓̤͕͚̘̰̫̜̳̺̼̘̖̞͎̮͕͔̦̫̖̪͍͇̞̝̫̲̙̝̰̘͈̖͓͔̖͍͇̘͈̠̗̩͕̝̬̰̙͙̼͙͚̺͖̣̫̫̥͕̝̖̠̩̯͈̫̹̦̤͍̭̭̬̪̙̲̱̍̈́͗͐̍̑̽̓͐̋́̈́̌͒́͌̄̒͐̇̃̿̄̈́́̉͋̈́̈́̆͆̊̏̌̎̔̓̽͒͌͐̉̽̅̃̆̅̽̆̄̿͊̒̊͌̃̇̃̿̔̓͗͆͆̿̌̌͐̈́́͐̅̅̆͌̈́̔͗͂̆̽͆͆͋̇̇̄̈̔̈́̌͑͗̋͐̈͂̓̽̾̽̔̂͂̊́͆͑̓̈́́̓͊̆̈́͑͆͌̿̐̃̇͌̔̓̏̇͑̇̀̽̈́́͆̆͂͌͐̍̎̽̏̀͐̉́͐͒͒̕͘͘̚͘̚̕̕̕̚̚̕̕̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅₑ̶̧̧̢̢̡̨̢̢̨̨̨̨̧̡̡̡̢̧̨̢̢̨̛̲̪̟̲̟̱͍͚̞̦͎͍͖͙͓̝͚̜̖̝͙͓̣̭̤̱̗̤̗͎̩̙͎̝̻͙̲̜̫̼̼͔̱̟̺̱͇̜̤͙̩̪̳̱͈͙̳̟̯͕̘̝̥͙̯̣̟̣͓̗̥̼͔͔̝͍̙͕̭̜͈͉͉̱̠̱͓̣̤͚͓̗̠̭̗̬̙͉̱̗͈͖͔̙̩̘͍͔̲̤͉͉͙̼͓̞͓̣͓͕̤͈̫̠̜̲̳̭̫͔͇̟̯̰̳̫̤̞͉̠͓̘̦̯͈̝̣͔̹̯̞̗̬̘͔̗͈̼̱͓͖̯͓̻͙̖̘̖͎̣̯͓̻̰̣̝̠̫̰͙̫̝͍̪̜͎̭͔͓̮͙̖̺̮̬̰̖̖̻̳̯̻́̌̓͊̒̑͋̊̾̿̔̔̓̅͆̓̃̀̃͒́̑̉̊̅́̃̄͐͛̌͋̓͗̈́͐̑͛̆͛̔͒̐̅̿̍͋̆͂̃̑̿̿̓͌́̑̌̈́͋̕̚͘̚̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅ
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I clutch my hands over my heart in fear, I hadn't been this afraid since...
Since ...
....since my...
........ Since my papa....
I cover my head with my arms and just sink to the floor in terror.
"W̴̡̡̛̛̛͎͉̦̭̖̦̳͔͍̯͍͚̝̼̬̳̮̩͈͎̟̘͖̺̜̽̔̇̔͆́͐̾̇͑͂̈́̽̈́͑͊͆͑̎̋͛̎͋͆̂͜͝ͅÈ̸̙͈̳̥͇̗̩̮̕ ̸̡̣̜̜̙̫̠̱̺̤̳̤̜̦̮͒̓D̶̡̢̝͈̲͕̼̙̝̫̹̖̮̮̹̰̲̙̩͖͇̱͓̋͠ͅŐ̴̧̻͚̤͈̲̼̫̜̞̬̳͎̭̪̰̗̝͓̦̳̱̔ͅN̵͋̂͗̃͑́̈̋̊̈͌̄̋̈́̏̊͆͒͋͑̽̆͐̚̕͠͝͝ͅ'̷̢̢̨̛̦̝̜̭̻̱͇͛̈́̊͊̋͑̂̊́̿̆̍́͂́͋͒̅̉̀̋͒̑̚̕T̶̢̛̻̥̰̺̙͊̂̒̑͛̊͋͑͒̽̎͛̎͐̑̎̓̑͌̂̇̏͛͘̚͠͝͝ͅ ̴̢͖̭̟̮̳̳̲̏̃͐͂͆̓͑̚̚F̸̘̠̞̗̣͓̺͔̱̝͚̣̹͚͈͓̪͔̗̤̩͔͊̑͛̈̓̈̓͘͜ͅͅŎ̵̗͇̼̺̺̹̺̀̉̿̄͐̅͑͊͋͑̏̒͌͐͛̓̚̚R̵̨̨͍̯̼̼̬̝̼̘̗͓̬̰̗̦͚̥̺̞̣̫̼͈̾̿̇̅̄̍̿̓̊͐̊͆̈́̉̾̓̌͊̀̈̓̽̈́̕͘͜͝͠͝ͅĢ̸̡̨̢͈̤͔̰͈͔̣̝̥͚̓̐̇̂́̎̾̓́͜͝͝Í̵̢̯͕̠̼̬͉̥̱̺̳̥̝̜͉̪̫͈͇̟̞̺͓̈̃̎̈̑͐̾̆̓̏̀̀̓̊̇͒̆̄́͗̈́̐̈́̕̚͘͝V̵̧̼͇̭͔͉͍̄́̃͛̔̈́̃̋̈́̈́̏̀͐̃͋͒͐̕͘͝͝͝͠Ẽ̶̢̧̢̬͓̖̞̰̱̜͚̩͚̭̗͎͈͙̥̖̞̤͇̔̄̄̑̎́̈́́̄͐͋̕͜͠ͅ ̵̭̱̄͆̈́̍͗͋̏̆̓̊̊͝͝͝Y̸̛͚̝͖̖̎̀͌̎͐̂̀̉̓̌̉̾͂̈̎͑́̔̂͛̓̒̀͆͑͘̚Ơ̵̻̞̗̬̺̠̤̹̯̥͔͎̓̐̅͐̓̋̒͒̍́̎̈̋̌̅̓̚͜͝͝͝ͅͅÚ̷̡̧͚͎̩̪͚̖͓̱͎̗͔̫̙͎̳̹̦̜͕̝͇̐̏̃̿̊̏͑͆͑̅̓͜͜͜
"I'm Sorry!" I cry because it's the only words I can form over the lump in my throat! "I'm so sorry!"
W̴̧̨̢̢̹͍̻̤͚̦͖͙͇̹̜̥̭̠̟̘̭̲̳̠͓͙͖̟͖̿́͆̅̆̈́̐̈́̋͒̕̚͜͝E̶̫͖̻̼̣͕͚̰̭̥͕̣͔̦̤͋̈́̆̓̑̑͌͐̐̍̀̄̕͘͘͜ͅ'̴̨̩̠̱͍̄́̌͊͑͛̉̀́̀̂̿̈́L̵̥͋̄́̆́̀́̓̏̓̈͑͛̅̚Ḻ̸͐͗͆͌̀̈́͛́͐̄̇̑̉͋̿̓̎͘̕͘̕͝͝ ̴̛̲̙̲̰̹̬̝̘̱̠̗͖͔̌͆̇̈͊̕ͅN̸̨̻̗̫͇͎̻͖̻͈͒̀͒́̓͒̓͑͑̐̀̿̾̂͑̆̒̓̏̋͝͝Ë̵̢̛̮͈̲̖̟̞͔́̏̓́̋̆͋̌̓͋̔̊́́̕̚V̸̨̨̛̬̪̠̘̠͇͉̝͍͎̳̥̯̦̝̗͔͖̝̲̯͇̬̣͔̫̦͌͋̍̍̈́̄̈́̏̋͛̓̐̄͐́̏͌́͑̈̏̓ͅĘ̵̡̡̖͖̝̻̳̺̘̳̙̣͔̻̻̘̻̣͉̭̱͇̜̀̆̔̒͒̋͛̾́̒̀̀͒̽̂̑̕͘͜͜͝͝͠͠ͅR̵̨̨̥̺̖̲͙͚̲̩̠̗̜̫͈̬͎̙̦͈̯̜̫̰͍͎̭̙̎̎̽̀͗̄̃̋͒̍̊̔̽̿̆̃͑̌̆̌̄͋͐̚̕͝ ̵̧̛͉̮̤͎̗̳̤͕̺̹̰̞͍̬͓͇͔̰͚͇̣̗̳̦͔̼͌͂̑̍̅̓́̈̎͂̉́́͂̎͋̿̐̚͜ͅͅF̸̡͖̟̮̠̳̝͉̖̫̠͉̹͓͉̳̩̫̖͓̗̗̙͚̣̟̱̽̃̅̃̔̃̋̆̈̒̏̅̑ͅǪ̵͕̺̘̘̳̬̠͕̼̫̭͕̦͉̹͙̐̈͂͂̄̂̍̏͐̂͂̓̈̿̚͜R̶̨̧̨̡̖͎̖̦̟͉̠͕̮̪̝͎̹̉̀̅͒͆͛͜Ģ̷̳̼͕̤̳̝̩̲͇͂̊̈͑̇̋͌̔̕͝I̷̧̡̝͖̦͕̼̞̝͚̅̉͌̂̈́͌̈́̓̐͛̓̒͒̓̑͑̇̓͆̀̆̌̽͘̚͘̕͝V̸̡̢̛̤̟̝͕͚̯͖̻̳̳͕͚̯̲͚̲̰̽̎̓̊͌͑̅̈́͂͊̇̾̐̾̓̂̓̉̈̕̚͝E̶̡̨̡̛̻͓̹̩͙̦̹̪̯͎̗͇̖͇͉̼͔͙̞̝̤̤̥̽͛̀̏̍̈͗́͝ͅͅ ̸̰̗͇̟̫̬̥͚͙̲̺̠̍̃̂̎̎̈́̉͒̑͊̉̐̅͆͐̓͒̀͒̑̈́̃̚͘̕͝Ỵ̴̛̛̪̝͇̥̥̭̃͒͂̒̎̐̇̏̅͊̃̈̊̃̆̍́͒̈́͘̕̚͘͠͠O̶̢̨̧̲̼̩̊̈́̀͐̽̂̀͌͐͂̉̔̀́͠Ų̴̢̨̛̞̩̻̥̮̭̹̟̫̮͖̹̘͔̝̗̘̬͍̭̤̪̏͌͋̿̒̑̚͜͝͠ͅ
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I sit up with a scream, my heart ramming against my chest, Yuri jolts awake as I stare at the book resting on my chest.
"This is why I don't read your books!" I sniff rubbing my eyes and she calms wrapping me in a hug.
"Wanna talk about it?" She inquires, stroking my back and I shake my head, thinking of my horrible dream all I want to do is forget it.
"No, I'm gonna go see if the kids woke up..." I slide from her touch and off the bed. We still didn't have all of their stuff delivered but they had the basics, bed, dressers, desk. The twins shared a room, Naomi and Rosie got their own rooms. I shivered when I passed by a picture of the literature club.
"I'm sorry. " I whisper
To Be Continued....