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“...y. Hey. Hey! Get fuck up sleeping beauty, you’ve been out long enough.” The muffled words drifted in and out of Clancy’s mind, as a pair of hands tightly gripped his shoulders and jostled him in place back into the waking world. Clancy’s thoughts began to stir, before he quickly remembered the frightening circumstances which had landed him in the situation he’s currently in- wherever that is right now.
Clancy was supposed to have simply recorded some video footage for an internet ghost hunting show known as “Sewer Gators”, in yet another walkthrough of yet another deserted shithole. He’d been newly hired as a cameraman and traveled to Dulvey, Louisiana alongside Andre and Peter, the creators of the show, only for Andre to promptly go missing upon entering the place. The house was allegedly like any other house they featured, abandoned and rotting in the middle of nowhere, complete with a missing family, the Bakers, plus numerous missing persons cases to boot. Unbeknownst to him and the crew, the Bakers were very much present, although they weren’t exactly themselves anymore.
Shortly after locating Andre only to discover he had already met a violent end, Clancy had swiftly been knocked unconscious and taken captive by who he would eventually come to learn was Jack Baker, patriarch of the Baker family. He then had escaped the clutches of the likes of Jack as well as Marguerite Baker, Jack’s wife. This psycho family had already dragged him to hell and back, and judging by his current position they weren’t quite finished with him just yet.
As Clancy’s vision cleared and he was able comprehend his surroundings, he found himself sat in an uncomfortable metal folding chair, hands bound with a plastic zip tie and ankles bound in a similar fashion to the legs of the chair. He yanked at the restraints in a futile attempt to break free with force alone, and was met with a mocking laugh from directly before him in response. “Struggle all ya like, but even if you manage to bust outta those you’re still gonna have a helluva time tryin’ to escape, dipshit.”
Clancy inspected the face of his captor, noting his disheveled appearance and strikingly crystal blue colored eyes staring right back, carefully examining his face as well. If they had met in a normal situation and Lucas wasn’t clearly a fucked up murderer, Clancy might have even said he was sort of good looking. Maybe even try to get his number or something. But they weren’t in a normal situation, and for all he knew he was about to meet a brutal demise at the hands of this guy. Figuring by both his semblance to the rest of the family and the southern drawl to his voice, Clancy swiftly made an assumption as to the identity of his captor. This must be the Lucas he’s previously heard of in passing.
“Lucas.” Clancy lowly muttered. The other man, presumably the aforementioned Lucas, leaned foreword so their faces were level with one another, before replying “Clancy.” in a cheery, lifted tone that sent shivers running down along Clancy’s spine. “How the fuck do you know my name?” Clancy growled, trying not to let the unsettled bewilderment he felt seep through into his voice. “And I could ask you the same question, Clancy my man!” deflected Lucas, an almost unnaturally wide grin spread across his face.
The two stared at one another for a moment, while Lucas attempted to stifle a laugh which began to bubble up from inside his chest. He then revealed a small card from within the pocket of his ratty hoodie, before proudly holding it up in front of Clancy to see. “I nabbed your driver’s license. Took all your shit, actually.”
“Fantastic.” retorted Clancy. Of all of his problems, losing his wallet and personal belongings was by far the least of his concerns. Right now, he was focused on figuring out who Lucas is and how to get himself out of the hellhole of a house alive. “So. Are you gonna try and bring me into this fucked up ‘family’, or are you just gonna be rid of me and turn me into one of those things?’ Clancy asked, voice laced with bitterness. “Oh, none of that boring stuff. I ain’t gonna kill you just yet Clancy-wancy, I’ve got something way more fun planned!” Lucas replied. “Don’t fucking call me that.” Snapped Clancy, put off by how chummy Lucas seemed to be towards him. “Aw, but you’re just so cute when you’re mad!” Lucas cooed, which in turn caused a slight tinge of pink to spread across Clancy’s cheeks. Lucas smirked to himself in response to this subtle reaction as he turned to a nearby table to tinker with the finishing pieces to his latest game.
He would admit, this Clancy guy was attractive as hell and he hadn’t truly talked with anyone that wasn’t batshit crazy in at least three years. Aside from Zoe, although she refused to communicate with any of the family anymore and absolutely hated his guts. Even before then, he’d always been the black sheep of the family, never really able to get along well with other people. But keeping Clancy around for too long would arouse suspicion, and Eveline would surely dispose of Lucas if it got out he had only been playing along with her fucked up little game of house. So he continued on finishing up his current project, yet another meticulously planned game to run his victims through, which if done right should end in a drawn out, fiery death.