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"Oh Oswald... Op- ooo— op- Eeeee nnn--- the doorrrrrr...!!!"
The, whatever the thing is, said.
Oswald just sat in his little corner of the confined closet, he hugged his knees tightly as his nails dug into his thighs, if he wasn't self aware of the pain it caused, blood would probably come out of his thighs.
He tried his best, he tried. Oh, he tried so hard, to just distract himself from it.
He took it seriously, he wasn't going to take any chances, he wanted to get out of the living hell hole he is in right now.
He would bash his head against the wall until blood streamed on his face.
It hurt, yeah, it did. But to him, it was a distraction, and that meant something good. Distraction meant something to make sure he wouldn't hear the noises it made on the other side of the door.
He would even pull his dark hazelnut brown hair until the strands of it comes off, painful and somewhat freak-like behaviour.
But for Oswald, it was something he would do for hours on end, just so he wouldn't be able to hear the thing.
Even though the thing he did were psychotic, he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't stand up to check if it would go away, he wasn't in a movie, he knew, he was self aware. If he open the door, he would meet his doom.
And so he sit and wait for someone, just one person, singular person, to come and look or save him from this madness he's facing through.
"O-o-o-o-oopeEeeen t-the door Oswald!! I - i—— i would n-ne-everrr hurt yo-you!" The thing spoke again, its voice was glitchy and it was distinct, it sounded like a whisper, but Oswald could hear it clear as day due to the lack of space he had in the closet. Its voice making Oswald more frustrated and anxious.
It's been days, or weeks even. And he's still in the employee closet of the now shut down Jeff's Pizza. He just sighed deeply as he kept banging the back of his head to the wall behind.
He stopped when he heard it made no noise, he wanted to stand, but he knew it was a trap of sorts, he wasn't stupid to fall for it's tricks. He knew so. He knows so.
He wouldn't move, he didn't even had the ability to breathe, for once in what felt like years, he heard nothing but pure silence.
It wasn't awkward, it was something he wished in a long time.
It was something so desirable yet so hard to achieve.
Now, he finally had that opportunity.
But alas, nothing lasts forever, it and its haunting distorted voice came back to haunt him once more. He groaned and kicked the shelf next to him with his feet.
He closed his eyes in frustration, but he then heard something fell.
He opened his eyes and look what it was,
It was a handgun.
He tilted his head and examined the item, he hasn't had to hold in weeks.
Speaking of time, his watch was still working, he could just check the time anyway he want but he chose not to somehow.
Maybe he forgot to, he's always forgetful.
He look at his right wrist to look at the time, it was 3:54 A.M, of course it had to be the witching hour.
He clicked one of the buttons from the wristwatch to look at the date.
Big mistake.
He went inside the closet on 7th January 2023.
The date on the watch read 11th March 2023. He had been stuck in the closet, for 2-3 months. What a shocker, he sat there with his empty-barely showing eyes, he tried to cry, he tried to react to that information.
But no matter what happened, he couldn't feel any emotion anymore, he just felt like a a void, a black hole that just float in space to suck in stuff or whatever it does. He leaned on the wall behind, now realising the tiredness. He yawned, he wanted to sleep, but how can someone sleep with a inhuman creature tormenting them.
He looked at the handgun from earlier. With this weapon, he had two options and only two:
He shoots the thing and go to the police station,
Or he shoots himself and commits suicide.
He smiled, first time in forever, he smiled, he liked the second option even if it was dark and morbid.
He tried to convince himself, to not do it, he would regret it.
But he would be dead, away from this madness and away from all this suffering.
After a moment, he had chosen an option.
He got on his knees, and hold the gun tightly in his hands, they were trembling, shaking in fear of his demise,
The demise he did to himself, he aimed the gun at his forehead, he closed his eyes and said one last thing to the bunny costume on the other side of the door.
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE"
Click, boom... Then it happened.
And no one was in the room where it happened.
And no one came for him.
And now, he was gone.
Oswald, was dead.
"Greg did you hear that?" Alec asks the other blonde, he was holding a clipholder. Obviously busy with writing the description of the shut down pizzeria they are in.
Greg shrugged, he stood still for a while then he nodded, "yeah.. what was that?" He asked Alec with a raised brow.
He was still in the middle of examining their location with an EMF reader, seeing whether or not their is a spirit or ghost nearby.
"I.. don't know.. but it sounded like a gunshot..? I don't— I dont know.." Alec said with a confused tone.
Greg nodded slowly, that was quite unusual, since they closed the pizzeria before they started the investigation. Could it be Pete playing with them both, or Alec was just messing around, or there was actually someone they didn't know was in the room or somewhere in the pizzeria.
He shuddered, he did not want to think of that at all.
He did not want to deal with anything while doing the job. Greg kept looking at the EMF reader, seeing if it caught something, seems like it haven't.
It hadn't made one single beep ever since the start of the investigation. Not even once.
Greg turned it around, seeing if the battery is inside or see if the battery has finished.
"What are you doing?" Alec asked, "Seeing the battery has finished or not. It won't beep at all." Greg answered, he took out a screwdriver inside of his pouch.
"Oh, I changed it before we started.. you know .. Just incase it won't run out of batteries.." Alec explained, his head still looking down at the clipholder, he clicked his pen.
Greg nodded.
"GREG! ALEC!" The two jumped at the sudden voice, it belonged to Pete. They both rushed towards him, he was standing infront of the employee closet.
It was dark and the two can't see or make out anything inside other than pitch black.
"Pete? What's wrong??" Alec asked Pete in a worried tone.
Pete raised his hand and pointed inside the closet, his hands were trembling and shaking, whatever it was, it was something terrifying.
Alec and Greg tried to see what it was but they couldn't make out anything inside.
Greg got a flashlight from his pouch,
He flicked on the switch to see what Pete was pointing at.
His eyes widened at the sight, he took a step back but he was still shining the light towards it.
The sight they were looking at, was Oswald's dead body.
It was bloody, the blood flowed from his forehead where there was a bullet hole, his eyes were still open. And they look dead, his mouth was half open, his hands were unmoving, his body was unmoving. Oswald is gone. And there's no way of taking him back.
The three looked at the corpse infront of them. They all kept staring at it, the room was in pure silence, even so, the silence was defeaning.
Everything looks so blurred, and yet they could still see the body.
Greg went to his knees, he dragged the body towards him, he had tears forming in his eyes, he didn't care it was bloody, he didn't care that the closet smelled horrible. He just wanted his cousin back.
"O-oswald..?" Greg said in a whisper, he pulled Oswald closer, he hugged him tightly in his arms. He was too young to die.
He couldn't be dead, but he was, the body is infront of him.
""P-please-... Don't.. l-leave.." he sobbed into Oswald's unmoving, empty, chest. There was no taking back.
He was gone, Greg knew that, but, He couldn't just let Oswald go like that.
He was his cousin, he treated him like a brother, but now he was gone.
Dead, not knowing why, but he was gone for sure.
Alec had his eyes wide open at the sight of the 13 year old dead infront of him. He backed away and went closer to Pete, he felt like something was watching them.
Pete held Alec close, he also felt that someone was observing their every move.
He tried to look around but nothing was there, maybe he was being delusional.
But the feeling is still there.
As if they had a stalker, observing them close by.
Whatever it was, it still won't and can't cahnge the subject that, Oswald is dead, and his corpse was hidden away from them.
Greg was crying and bawling his eyes out, Alec was terrified and was not moving at all at this point, and Pete was just stuck in place.
They were supposed to babysit him, they were paid by his mother to take care of him. They failed, they failed at what seems like the most simplest tasks to do.
What happened. Why did it happened.
So many questions but there seems to have no answer at all of them.
Just questions that floated in one's head with no explanation whatsoever.
And now, Oswald was dead and gone. Heaven or hell or even somewhere else, he was gone.
"I heard someone yell, what was—" detective Larson asked the three, he stopped talking when he saw Greg sobbing and holding a corpse in his arms. He went closer Greg to examine the body.
"Wha- Oswald?!" Larson's eyes widened at this, he backed away for a few steps, he looked back.
"He- he was just behind me. I-"
"I was. " ''oswald,, said in a dark tone.
Everyone turned their attention towards the imposter, the faker.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Greg yelled in a demanding manner, he let go of the dead body and stood up.
His clothes were covered up with blood, his tears were still flowing down to his cheeks.
"Oh? Do you not recognise me? I'm your cousin, Greg" the fake said again, he smiled creepily. His eyes are dull, just a moment ago they were full of life.
Now, they looked dead, just like the corpse.
"You know what's funnier? The fact that I did absolutely nothing to him, I only degraded him here and there, demanding him to open the door so I could look at his pathetic little face with all that sad little tears.." the fake said again, the tone he used had some sarcasm and some joking manner to it.
Larson raised a brow, he crossed his arms as a way to show his confusion. He looked at the fake, how long has it been copying and taking the identity of Oswald?
"What do you exactly mean by that?" He asked, his eyes looking at the fake up and down.
Everyone was very confused, well, everyone but the fake.
He only smiled at their confusion.
"He got sick of me, he hurt himself alot, he will deliberately bash his head against the wall or he would pull his hair so hard it falls off. Then.. one day, he got a gun! It had only one singular bullet inside, at that point on.. he lost himself, he lost his own reality and that he couldn't just stand the fact that no one came for him. So instead.. he shot himself!!" The fake giggled, he found the morbid, dark subject hilarious.
Everyone stared at the fake, with various types of ways and expressions.
"And none of you came to save him!" It added.
No matter how hard they tried to protest, it was right, they didn't had time to save him, they were to slow and selfish to save him.
No one came or cared about him.
And with that, they exited the pizzeria, never coming back ever again, all feeling the heavy burden of the death of Oswald.
The fake smiled when they left, it seems they were too weak to protest his manipulation.
"Great. Now we have to file a report about this. How amazing" Larson complained with a tired sigh.
Greg turned to look at him, he loked mad, he wanted to say something but, he knew that Larson wouldn't listen.
"Show some decency, boss.. his cousin just died." Alec said in an angry manner, Pete nodded to agree the other blonde.
The fake smiled at its work, it did a great job at faking as an 13 year old boy, looks like all that stalking the boy after getting hanged by the boy payed off. He smiled, he felt the soul of Oswald near him, it ignored it, he didn't care about that right now.
All that's important is that he did his job for its revenge.
It cackled, "Humans are so gullible and stupid.." he said as he looked at the closet.
"Thanks for the body, Oswald"