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It was a Wednesday evening as you found yourself sitting on your bed, your small grey laptop rested in your lap as you stared blankly at your 6k worded book. You weren't nearly as done as you'd hoped to be and to make matters worse you were currently at a loss. You had set a goal for the evening, finish up writing this murder scene up and call it a night- but the issue is, with the lack of knowledge of things, it made making it descriptively disturbing for your future readers difficult. a specific part you weren't entirely sure on how to work around was your main character. they were a assassin, and having just murdered a man- you weren't entirely sure how you wanted her to go about hiding a body, still keeping with the first issue from before.
As a normal person would do, you decided to look up online for ideas- which led you down a rabbit whole on reddit for ideas. But nothing stuck truly like how you needed to, and with a last straw for help you decided to make a post.
'HOW DOES ONE HIDE A BODY? thanks'
you in this small blog had mentioned a murdered man, describing his height and weight for more realistic ways to approach hiding his body, not entirely thinking about how bad it had sounded. and in hindsight you didn't think about it until much later.
An hour had gone by since that post, you had gone to go eat some food and pet your ginger cat; loaf (who was basically your only family) and watch some tv shows- life couldn't be any better.
Until you felt a ping go off on your laptop, curiously you went to check it instantly- forgetting about the post until you re-clicked it. examining your post with light cringe before scanning over the replies section. one singular commented posted by anonymous5134632, the comment itself wasn't anything properly worded. it was just a fake link. And in high sight, you should've ignored it. but how could you? you were you, a curious idiot up at 8.30pm with a shitty sleep schedule and a dead brain. so.. like any person that fit that bill, you clicked the link.
Immediately a whole new website popped up, and with it a profile popped up, it was a blank canvas. three things caught your eye however, the profile inserter, a username inserter- and the enter button. You had to make an account? simple enough. you posted a picture of loaf as your profile and set your name to 'Goreywriter' because you weren't stupid enough to drop you're actual name to a sketchy website. as you casually hit enter, you were greeted with a discord like layout, the only server you were in was titled 'PASTA-CREW' it made you chuckle, were you anonymously invited to a pasta loving group chat? whatever, you'd have a look then leave. simple as.
However when you clicked on the group chat, your eyes scanning over usernames and profiles... something felt off.
The first profile and the most active in the server was a user named 'LINK' their profile picture the odd link statute from majora's mask- maybe they were a legend of Zelda fan?
The next was a user named 'smiley' their profile picture a display of different knives. they laid dawn on what appeared to be an old table, which didn't help the unease that suddenly crept up your spine.
Following was a user called 'Jane' with a profile picture of a young black haired girl in pure white makeup and over the top black eyeliner, their mouth covered by a cute large black scarf.
next was a user named 'Kidneylover' and their pfp was.. well, a kidney. it looked so real it made you want to puke then in their, but what was worse was the hand holding it- it was long, black. and the fingers seemed pointed and sharp, you prayed maybe whoever this was- was a gore artist. a really good gore artist.
another user, their name simply 'clockwork' with a steampunk-esc clock as a pfp- simple, calm. honestly maybe and hopefully the most normal here in the group.
And finally, probably the most basic one there; 'Toby'. The picture showed some boy in the bottom of the pfp, looking up, some orange googles rested on his fluffy brown hair as all you could see from his face was his freckled face and creamy brown eyes glared up half blankly into the camera, as if it was staring at you.
the chat seemed.. normal. mostly just the LINK and smiley chatting about their boring lives. until obviously it was made aware to the group that your existence was... well, existing.
Smiley seemed the first to point this out with a quick; "who tf is @ Goreywriter?'
and LINK responded quickly after with a shrug emoji.
there was silence again for a moment before smiley @'d everyone. erupting the server with a quick:
Kidneylover: new killer??
Clockwork: oooooo
Toby: huh?
Jane: oh? new member?
LINK: show yourself, fellow maniac!!!!
you had to stay silent, your fingers hesitantly looming over your keyboard before you typed a simple 'Hi' into chat.
LINK: Oh shit!
LINK: REAL PERSON!! xd
Jane: Hello dear.. welcome!
Smiley: who are you? what do you want? why shouldn't we kill you AND why has the slender-prick not mentioned anything about a new member
Smiley: actually how the fuck did he even get you in here????
LINK: gud thought acc. how DID you get here??
you paused, staring at the messages, and before you typed another message popped up.
Toby: Leave them be, If boss wanted them here, then so be it.
Toby: also, cute cat.
that seemed to make you smile before you typed a quick 'Thank you :D' in chat.
Smiley: okay, okay- good to see boss just doesn't give a fuck who he invites into anything know a days. Still doesn't answer WHO this is.
and immediately you frowned, You had to think of something, and fast- but before you typed, a notification buzzed from the same website. an anonymous user had messaged you. Someone who wasn't on the server. as you clicked the message, reading it slowly your face slowly dropped more then it could've from before. not in disapproval. but fear.
'Do not tell them who you are. Lie about everything. If they suspect you aren't a killer. They will kill you.'
This message alone made you realize- the link, the odd chat, the odd names of some of the users. these weren't just weird people. they were murderers, probably a gang of some sort.
and you had for some fucked up reason joined their group.