Oneshot?
One moment I was in my room, suddenly darkness engulfs my figure and I found myself awake having been strapped to a chair inside a decrepit damp warehouse, whereupon the only source of light around came from a sizeable hole at the roof where dim moonlight seeps.
"Hey you, you're finally awake," a voice speaks from within the shadows, his statement laced with malicious intent. "You've been naughty, little Jimmy," he continues.
I could hear the stranger's steps, yet I couldn't pinpoint exactly where he's coming from. The fear of a premature death transpires within me causing my heart to beat faster and faster in unison with the footsteps, which grows in volume at each passing seconds.
Then, a hand lays itself on my shoulder from behind, surprisingly fluffy and gentle. The stranger in question lowers his head and I notice his lips are just a breadth of hair away from my ear as I sense his warm exhalation.
"You tried refunding Fallout 76 didn't you, little Jimmy?" The enigmatic figure whisper, his statement cold and filled with contempt. It was this specific moment that I knew who this person was.
"Oh lord, Todd please no!" I welp.
"Oh, Todd Y E S!" He shouts, before menacingly repositioning himself ahead of me revealing the tellatubby outfit which he wore, and the shotgun in his hands.
"I'll be a good-boy, I'll buy all the season passes and subscriptions," I beg, "Please, just let me go!" I add, my voice frantic and barely discernible.
"Sorry, kid, but your pleas ain't gonna work on me," Todd raises his gun, pointing it at me; at this moment I struggle to escape my bonds, yet to no avail - realizing my inevitable imminent demise, I wet myself and break into tears.
"Truth is kid..." Todd says whilst cocking the gun, "The game was rigged from the start." Todd fires, and my sight goes blank.
"Hey you, you're finally awake," a voice speaks from within the shadows, his statement laced with malicious intent. "You've been naughty, little Jimmy," he continues.
I could hear the stranger's steps, yet I couldn't pinpoint exactly where he's coming from. The fear of a premature death transpires within me causing my heart to beat faster and faster in unison with the footsteps, which grows in volume at each passing seconds.
Then, a hand lays itself on my shoulder from behind, surprisingly fluffy and gentle. The stranger in question lowers his head and I notice his lips are just a breadth of hair away from my ear as I sense his warm exhalation.
"You tried refunding Fallout 76 didn't you, little Jimmy?" The enigmatic figure whisper, his statement cold and filled with contempt. It was this specific moment that I knew who this person was.
"Oh lord, Todd please no!" I welp.
"Oh, Todd Y E S!" He shouts, before menacingly repositioning himself ahead of me revealing the tellatubby outfit which he wore, and the shotgun in his hands.
"I'll be a good-boy, I'll buy all the season passes and subscriptions," I beg, "Please, just let me go!" I add, my voice frantic and barely discernible.
"Sorry, kid, but your pleas ain't gonna work on me," Todd raises his gun, pointing it at me; at this moment I struggle to escape my bonds, yet to no avail - realizing my inevitable imminent demise, I wet myself and break into tears.
"Truth is kid..." Todd says whilst cocking the gun, "The game was rigged from the start." Todd fires, and my sight goes blank.
[The End?]
