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So, as they always do, things got worse. People had finally identified Simon’s old “tattoo”. And now they were asking questions. He’d gotten it covered up soon after he started streaming, but there are certain things long sleeve shirts can’t fully hide. It’d taken years, so he really thought he was in the clear. He was not.
They knew about his past. They knew about the Sons of Eden. Thankfully, most dismissed it as a rumor; not many people knew about its cult status, anyways. Most thought it was just a weird, slightly extremist version of Christianity. They were wrong. Most people chalked it all up to him being born into a Jehovah's Witness-type thing that he later escaped. They chalked the tattoo up to something he got as a teen then regretted. They were wrong.
They’ve started moving, too. So yet another awful thing. But hopefully this awful thing will end with more safety for Grace and himself.
Speaking of Grace, he’s at work. Meaning Simon’s alone. Great. He’ll be fine. Probably. So, he does his job. There’s not much he can do, really.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Simon, and Simon says we’ll be playing a gas station simulator. You’ve all been asking for it. So, here you go.”
It’s been ten minutes. Three people have already gotten banned for mentioning either the doxxing or asking about the Eden rumors.
He’s finally getting somewhere in the game, too. For a moment, he’s okay.
Then there's a very loud bang on the door.
Elli_Eeli (mod):
What’s happening? Are you getting SWATed??
PerryThePlatterPussy:
What the fuck
Who doxxed him again??
Simon isn’t reading any of the chaos. Instead, he’s reaching for his safe. The one he never wanted to open.
The one with his gun.
It could just be– no. Who’s he kidding? He knows exactly what this is.
The door breaks, finally. He knew this was coming, way in the back of his mind.
He screams, he can’t help the dread and horror creeping up his spine and out his mouth.
He doesn’t scream for long. A branch-shaped metal bat collides with his skull with a sickening crack. The hooded men swarm around him. Like bees. Like a hivemind, controlled by the Father. That’s what they really are, isn’t it?
He didn’t even have time to leave. The entire world sees him fall to the ground, spasming. The webcam is knocked askew; showing the room at a ninety-degree angle. They all still see the men in brown, almost maroon cloaks, that billow with every movement. The whole world sees the symbol on the backs as they flee.
Ironically, Sabotage is playing in the background as he’s dragged back to the door, kicking and screaming, half-awake. His wrists are tied and he’s forced into prayer position.
Elli_Eeli (mod):
Guys I can’t end it
What the fuck
Someone CALL THE POLICE
Son3006:
May your beloved Simon return to us. May he rot with us.
“Hello, Simon. Butcher, welcome back.” Simon screams. They shouldn’t know his name.
“Welcome back, Butcher,” all three men say together.
“I’m–” Simon starts. He’s struck with the stick again.
“Say it, brother.”
Grace is in the teachers lounge, sipping an awful coffee. He’s been trying to be strong for Simon, but he’s been scared out of his mind ever since they got doxxed.
"Breaking news!" The awful TV in the room suddenly blared, interrupting whatever corny movie had been playing.
“What the–?”
"Twitch icon SimonSays reported missing after what was identified as three members of the radical cult "Sons of Eden" raided his home and allegedly kidnapped him in the middle of a stream." The image beside the news anchor shows the replay of the stream as Simon's blurry figure gets hit out of frame. It then cuts to a somewhat blurry still of the back of a hooded figure’s cloak, showing the image of the sacred tree.
“Oh, God, no. This can’t be real– it can’t–” Grace is sobbing. The news anchor continues to drone on. No one is really listening, least of all Grace.
Stratt looks at him knowingly, with something like pity in her eyes. “Run.”
Grace came home to an empty home that day.