Your Name is Gary Stu and You're Going to Die First

“It's not funny anymore!” “I think we've established it's not a prank,” Maggie's cool voice flitted out into the consuming darkness. She moved her hand in small circles on Kelly's shoulder as Kelly soaked Maggie's dress with tears, her breath coming out in hot puffs against Maggie's solid frame, her whole body wracked with the force of her sobs. Even as the darkness seeped and started to weigh heavy on all of them, Kelly's incessant cries grew ever louder, grating almost. It was the only sound they heard through that darkness. Fear was building between the group and the half corpse in pieces at their feet. Brad shifted on his feet, fight or flight rearing up in his clenched fists. He glared in the direction of Maggie and Kelly. “God, shut up!” Kelly sobbed a new wave of tears as if on cue, as if to annoy him. “Just--” Maggie interjected. “Just WHAT!? It's fucking annoying.” Brad jumped in the direction of the sobs, causing them both to stumb...

It's like a movie, one of the shit ones on Netflix. Kelly clutched her knees to her chest and heaved stuttering, sob-filled breaths into the cold air. She sat in the middle of a strange room, empty and dark. She wore clothes that were not her own, which seemed to be like a kind of uniform: plain, slightly loose fitting gray shorts with an elastic band, and a plain gray tank top with thin straps, also loose fitting, but covering her, if nothing else. She was thin and blonde, attractive even as she cried in fear. She had woken up only an hour ago, here, alone, feeling like maybe she was already dead and this was some kind of fucked up limbo no one told you about. Might as well have been, at any rate. After a moment the room began to hum and something clicked on and bathed Kelly in a sudden, yellow light. She gulped and stopped crying almost immediately as the light broke the darkness and brought the center of the room into view. The room was white and spacious, but the light was ...

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