Sweet Tooth.
A Twisted Story.
By Adam Gonzalez
Disclaimer: Alright time for the nitty-gritty bull. First off any and all Characters mentioned in here are products of Incog and SCEA. I own nothing. I am just writing the story. So party on. Oh! And by the way, this is all fiction if you try any of this seek help immediately.
Chapter 1:
Escape from sanity.
"I have been here for seven months now. Everyday the pain grows stronger. This accursed Asylum! The fire on my head burns, just like the fury in my heart. I ache to kill the man who cursed me. I will get my revenge." A smirked twisted on my face that day. The orderlies told me I had a visitor. I thought to myself, 'I could kill this guy and make my escape.' It would be all to easy. The door would have to open and I would make a break for it. It was that simple. That is until he showed up.
The door opened slowly, and the man walked in. He had blood dripping from his fingertips. I could tell this man had just killed the guard, and possibly everyone in the Asylum.
"Alright what do you want?" I said as I looked up at him. His Eyes were different then a normal persons. He seemed somehow familiar. He didn't speak for a long time. He just stared at me, at least until he finally said. "You will do."
"I will do what? Kill you now?!" I spoke harshly.
This guy was pissing me off. First he just waltzes right into my room, and kills everyone in the asylum! What was this fucker thinking?! I should just kill him.
"I can help you Sweet Tooth. I can help you get rid of that curse of yours." His voice was deep, and it concerned me greatly when he spoke.
He had a sort of urgency to his voice. I could tell he needed me for something.
"Alright what do I have to do?" I stood up, even though my arms were bound by the strait jacket I could still easily kill this guy.
He just smirked and laughed.
"What do you have to do Sweet Tooth? What is it that you do best? That's all you have to do. If you are interested seek me out. My name is Calypso. I need your help Sweet Tooth." He walked out of my room then. Leaving the door open. That was my chance, and I took it.
I ran down into the locked car park, the place where they kept my car. I had only one problem at this point though, I was still wearing the nice little jacket they had given me. This thing was harder to get rid of then crabs. There was nothing, and I do mean nothing in the basement of this entire damned complex! No sharp tools, no glass, nothing! So I did the next best thing... I walked right up stairs and found a dead body.
I kicked the mouth open , and used the teeth to saw through the tough fabric. It was hard, bloody work, but let me tell you boys and girls... it was fun.
"Now that I am free... prepare for some terror!" I laughed as I ran back down to my truck, it was time to get my clownies back.
A Twisted Story.
By Adam Gonzalez
Disclaimer: Alright time for the nitty-gritty bull. First off any and all Characters mentioned in here are products of Incog and SCEA. I own nothing. I am just writing the story. So party on. Oh! And by the way, this is all fiction if you try any of this seek help immediately.
Chapter 1:
Escape from sanity.
"I have been here for seven months now. Everyday the pain grows stronger. This accursed Asylum! The fire on my head burns, just like the fury in my heart. I ache to kill the man who cursed me. I will get my revenge." A smirked twisted on my face that day. The orderlies told me I had a visitor. I thought to myself, 'I could kill this guy and make my escape.' It would be all to easy. The door would have to open and I would make a break for it. It was that simple. That is until he showed up.
The door opened slowly, and the man walked in. He had blood dripping from his fingertips. I could tell this man had just killed the guard, and possibly everyone in the Asylum.
"Alright what do you want?" I said as I looked up at him. His Eyes were different then a normal persons. He seemed somehow familiar. He didn't speak for a long time. He just stared at me, at least until he finally said. "You will do."
"I will do what? Kill you now?!" I spoke harshly.
This guy was pissing me off. First he just waltzes right into my room, and kills everyone in the asylum! What was this fucker thinking?! I should just kill him.
"I can help you Sweet Tooth. I can help you get rid of that curse of yours." His voice was deep, and it concerned me greatly when he spoke.
He had a sort of urgency to his voice. I could tell he needed me for something.
"Alright what do I have to do?" I stood up, even though my arms were bound by the strait jacket I could still easily kill this guy.
He just smirked and laughed.
"What do you have to do Sweet Tooth? What is it that you do best? That's all you have to do. If you are interested seek me out. My name is Calypso. I need your help Sweet Tooth." He walked out of my room then. Leaving the door open. That was my chance, and I took it.
I ran down into the locked car park, the place where they kept my car. I had only one problem at this point though, I was still wearing the nice little jacket they had given me. This thing was harder to get rid of then crabs. There was nothing, and I do mean nothing in the basement of this entire damned complex! No sharp tools, no glass, nothing! So I did the next best thing... I walked right up stairs and found a dead body.
I kicked the mouth open , and used the teeth to saw through the tough fabric. It was hard, bloody work, but let me tell you boys and girls... it was fun.
"Now that I am free... prepare for some terror!" I laughed as I ran back down to my truck, it was time to get my clownies back.