Hey guys.
I'm Mitchinator, or Mitch if you would prefer, and welcome to my first fanfic, Trapped Until Dawn. I hope you like it, follow, favourite and review it with some constructive criticism if you want.
(For below, 1 equals quite low on the stat bars which equals quite high in that stat and 10 equals the whole bar full which equals really high in that stat).
Characters:
Ryan Miles
Honest= 7
Charitable= 5
Funny= 4
Brave= 5
Romantic= 3
Curious= 9
Ryan is 18 years old. He has pale skin, short brown hair, blue eyes and a slim body type. He's the type of person to make friends with anyone easily. He is also quite smart, usually being the one to come up with the plans and theories and can think quick with the situation calls for it, but this intelligence can drive 'slower' people away and he can't usually think well under extreme pressure in the moment. This means that he can be curious and go into dangerous situations to find out the answers to his questions, leading to William trying to talk some sense into him. Doesn't believe that he can do much outside of his normal skill set, which can give him low self-esteem sometimes. He may not be in top physical condition, but he can be quite agile when he needs to be.
William Miles
Honest= 3
Charitable= 5
Funny= 5
Brave= 8
Romantic= 6
Curious= 5
Will is also 18 years old. He has naturally tanned skin, unlike his brother, brown hair styled up and back, blue eyes and a muscular body type. He may not be as smart as his brother, but he can still bring his own logic into an argument or conversation and can still have his own moments of rationalizing a situation, especially under pressure, trying to keep a level head as much as possible. However, what he doesn't have in intelligence, he makes up for in physique. He is really into sports, always goes out for a morning run and makes sure to do at least an hour of exercise a day. He's in top physical condition and he knows it. This means that he has a slight ego, which he tries to keep in check, and can be quite brave, thinking that he can take on anything, leading him to get into situations that he can't get out of, needing Ryan to help.
Summary: Ryan and William are brothers, and best friends, who love all types of video games. After an incident at collage, they somehow get themselves trapped in the horror game, Until Dawn. To get out, they have to survive the night, but are they able to survive until dawn while they're being chased by monsters and maniacs? Rated T for bad language and gore.
William's POV.
This has probably been the craziest experience of my life. My name is William, but everyone just calls me Will. Me and Ryan, my brother, somehow got trapped in a video game. More specifically the horror game Until Dawn. I know, sounds crazy doesn't it? Well, we're going to tell you, in its entirety, the whole experience, from start to finish.
So, let us start from the very beginning. It started off like any other normal day. It was a blisteringly hot Tuesday morning. The sun was shining down on us as we walked towards my car to drive to college. I have been able to drive for a couple of months now and it came in handy to get to college every week.
"Wow, its hot today, isn't it?" Ryan said to me as we put our stuff in my car's boot.
"Yeah, I know, it's the hottest it's been in years. The car is going to be so hot inside." I replied, wiping the sweat from my brow. We had only left the house 5 minutes ago.
"Well, I can't wait to get home today." Ryan said.
"Why is that?" I asked as we got into the car and closed the doors behind us.
"Because I just bought a new video game for us to play together."
"Oh, really? What game?"
"Until Dawn."
"REALLY! That video game looks really cool." I said, getting really excited about this new piece of information. Ryan and I love playing video games together. It's one of the only things we have in common and why we spend so much time together.
We go to E3 every year to see all the new releases and one of the ones we were really interested in back in 2015 was Until Dawn. We were going to watch Markiplier and Jacksepticeye play the game, another thing we have in common is our Youtuber tastes, but we had a PS4 so we were going to play it ourselves, but we didn't have any money, so we didn't get it until now. We've been so lucky to not get many spoilers over this whole time since it's been out.
"Where did you get the money to get it? I'm only getting minimum wage for my pizza delivery job, and last time I checked you didn't have a job." I asked as I drove us out of the parking spot and down the road.
"I've been doing some odd jobs here and there, dog walking, babysitting, jobs like that. And I've been saving up for a while. It can add up quite quickly. And the only reason you don't have any money is because you spend it all of the time." Ryan answered, giving me a proud grin.
"Hey, I spend it on important things!" I rebutted, giving him a mock hurt look before quickly looking back at the road.
"Like on dozens of clothes you don't need and takeaway food that isn't good for you." He said back, smirking.
"It pays to looks nice nowadays, and I can't help it if I get back from work late. I get a discount from the place I work anyway so how am I not supposed to get food from there on my way out. And you know I can't cook." I explained.
"In my opinion, it shouldn't matter how you look. You should just wear something that's comfortable, like me." Ryan said, pointing at his attire which consisted of a blood red tank top, white shorts, simple black and white shoes and a plain navy blue baseball cap, as well as his classic think rimmed glasses, which he needed to see.
"This is comfortable, it just happens to be fashionable too." I said, pointing to my attire, while still looking at the road, which consisted of a stylish mint green polo, charcoal cargo shorts, navy blue slip on shoes, and blue lensed aviators.
"Whatever, the point is that I have bought Until Dawn and it should be waiting for us when we get back from College. Let's get going." Ryan finished as we continued to drive down the road to college.
Later that day
College is so much better than School ever was. You're able to choose the course that has the subject you want to learn, whereas at school you go into subjects you don't care about to learn things that are unimportant to life in general. When am I ever going to need to state the context behind lines in poetry anyway. It's so much better. Ever since I left that part of hell, I've been a lot happier.
Meanwhile, everything doesn't seem so good for Ryan. He got bullied back in school for being smart and a "teacher's pet" as they would say. What's even worse is that some of those same bullies ended up in the same college as us, and they haven't matured in the slightest. Luckily, they weren't in the same course as him, so he didn't get bullied as often, but that hasn't stopped them for either harassing him or moving on to other targets.
That bring me to what happened at lunchtime that day. I entered the common room to meet up with Ryan, so we could eat together. It was busy, as usual, with students all over talking to their friends and playing with the various activities in the room. No teachers or lecturers were around because they trust us to behind like the adults we are. I saw him sitting alone at one of the tables in the corner, so I sauntered over and sat down opposite him.
"Hey Ryan, how's your day going so far." I asked as I started to get my lunch out of my bag.
"Good actually. I showed my lecturer the picture I draw of us in the style of Until Dawn and he thought it was brilliant, especially the lighting and shading. How about you?" Ryan answered. He had always been really interested in art, including photography. One of the reasons he loves video games so much is because of their art style and graphics, even the 8-bit and 16-bit graphics too.
"Good too. We were learning about how to structure a piece of music. It was fascinating." I answered. I have always enjoyed listening to music, it's my passion. I love listening to video game music, the tones, the melodies. I love it.
"Well, I'm glad we are both enjoying our courses. We were learning about how to properly make images 3D and…" Ryan was saying, but I wasn't listening all that much. It's not that I wasn't interested. What I was really paying attention to was what was happening behind him. Those bullies I mentioned earlier seemed to have found a new victim, the new 14 year old student Oswald.
The pair of bullies had picked up his bag and had started to play piggy in the middle with it. Oswald was shorter than most students, so he was having a hard time trying to grab it. It makes my blood boil to think they would pick on someone like that.
"…Are you even listening?" Ryan asked, seeing my distant look. I pointed towards the scene unfolding behind him and he turned around to see what I was so distracted by. He audibly groaned and shook his head, before putting his right hand over his eyes in exasperation.
"You have got to be kidding me? Really, Adam. You and Brad are really going there. I thought you were better than that." Ryan said to himself, annoyed. He suddenly got up and started to head towards them.
"Ryan, wait! Grrr." I said, staying at the table for now. I didn't want to get involved unless I had to. As Adam, the one who picked up Oswald's bag in the first place, threw the bag towards Brad again, Ryan hastily jumped and intercepted the toss, snatching the bag out of the air before it could get to him.
"Come on, Adam. I never thought you would stoop so low." Ryan commented, looking between the two.
"Ryan, please don't get involved. I don't want you getting hurt." Oswald said, trying to push him away from the situation but Ryan just shrugged it off.
"Oh, look who it is. Ryan Miles. The resident teacher's pet. Come to protect the defenseless, 'Hero.'" Adam mocked, walking a circle around Ryan and Oswald.
"Yes actually. Why would you bully someone so defenseless? That's unfair. We're in college. We're nearly adults for God sake. Act your age and be just a little more mature." Ryan defended, bag still in hand.
"And what are you going to do about it if I don't?" He laughed, stopping in front of him and getting in his face, squaring up.
"Don't tempt me." Ryan said slowly with an edge in his voice, staring daggers at the bully.
"Hahaha! That's laughable! You think you could take me on?! Me?! As I recall, you have never performed well in any physical activity, ever. I've seen it. Maybe you should be more like William over there. Either keep to yourself or work out instead of being sucked into your drawings. Come back to me when you aren't a weak, powerless, wimp!" Adam stated, poking him in the chest and laughing.
Now, there is something special about me and Ryan that you should know about. We can somehow tell what people are thinking just by looking at the emotions in their eyes. That's why we can communicate without speaking sometimes. All we need to do is look into each other's eyes and we know what we want to say.
At that moment, I looked into Ryan's eyes and all I saw was anger, hatred and disdain towards Adam, not only for bullying Oswald, not only for what he just said, but for all the bullying that he has endured from people like him over the years. After years of torment he was finally going to fight back. I knew this would end badly.
Before I could even stand up to get between them, he struck. The crowd that had gathered around us now gasped as Adam was punched in the nose. Hard. Oswald seemed the most surprised by this turn of events. Adam wasn't expecting the sudden blow to the face, so he was knocked to the floor from the force of the hit. He quickly regained himself and looked at Ryan stunned, putting his hand up to his nose to find it was bleeding. But his eyes quickly changed from shock to rage.
"What the fuck! You are so going to pay for that!" He roared, advancing towards him aggressively.
"Here, take this." Ryan said, handing Oswald his bag back. "Bring it on. I've had enough of being the punching bag. I think it's time you were taught a lesson." He stated in a surprisingly calm tone, taking a fighting stance.
I quickly sped out of my seat to get in between them, but I was too late, once again. Adam took his swing, but Ryan managed to duck under the swing. He seemed surprised that he missed. Ryan may not be that athletic, but he does have fast reflexes and can be nimble when he wants to be.
Adam took another swing but Ryan dodge again. He was starting to growl in frustration now. He kept swinging and Ryan kept dodging. I was actually kind of impressed that he was doing so well. The crowd was now cheering Ryan on, Oswald staying oddly silent. All the while Brad, Adam's bully friend, stood stock still in shock that his friend was losing to someone so seemingly "weak and wimpy." I could tell by his eyes he was thinking 'If Adam can't beat this guy, how can I match up,' so he did the only thing he could think, back away slowly and sprint out of the room. Adam noticed immediately.
"Hey! Get back here, you imbecile." He shouted after him. While he was distracted, Ryan decided to take one more swing at the aggressive meathead. He successfully hit him, this time in the right eye. He staggered back again and seemed to think about his situation. Now, not only did he have a probably broken nose, but also a black eye.
"You... are SO DEAD!" His rage only seemed to heighten, and he suddenly rushed towards Ryan and rugby tackled him into the opposite wall, winding him. He managed to successfully land a couple of punches to his gut and to the face while he was trapped, giving him a black eye and a bloody lip. Before he could fight back, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted off his feet, choking him slightly.
"What are you going to do now, huh? You're trapped with nowhere to go. No way out now! Prepare to get pummeled, Bitch!" Adam said triumphantly, winding up for a powerful punch that would probably knock him out...
But Ryan only had a smirk on his lips.
"I may be in trouble… but unlike you... I have friends who have my back." He replied, slightly strained from being chocked. Now was my time to get involved. I quickly rushed behind Adam and caught him off-guard, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and throwing him to the ground. Ryan fell to his knees coughing.
"Hey, remember me!" I said, kneeling on his chest and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. I could see in his eyes that he was scared now. He knew how strong I could be when my strength was put to good use.
"Oh, h-hey Will." He stuttered, shaking slightly in fear now.
"If you know what's good for you, you will stop harassing people like Ryan and Oswald, or there will be hell to pay. You best tell Brad that as well!" I said giving him a menacing look, which he returned was a look of fear. I quickly lifted Adam up by the collar of his shirt onto his feet and pushed him away, he stumbled back before regaining his balance and rushing away.
"Now get out of here, before I change my mind." I said as he disappeared out of sight. The crowd around us stared at us in shock, as I hurried over to attend to Ryan, which quickly turned into cheering and applause.
"That was epic!" "I didn't think anyone could stand up to Adam!" "Who knew Ryan could be so nimble!" "Will was such a badass, coming in last minute to save the day!" Were some of the comments I heard over the crowd's ovation.
"It was nothing really, but now there is nothing anyone should be worried about. He shouldn't harass anyone anymore." I said as the people gave one last cheer before quickly dispersing to get on with the rest of their day, not before checking if Ryan was alright.
"Are you OK? He didn't hurt you too badly, did he?" I asked, checking for any real lasting damage.
"I'm fine. But you must admit… I left quite a number on him, didn't I?" Ryan groaned, hunching over slightly from the pain.
"Yeah, you did. You shouldn't have done that. It could've gone even worse if I hadn't stopped him." I said.
"I couldn't let Adam bully Oswald. He's just an asshole who needed to be brought down a peg or two. I think he got the message." Ryan replied.
"Well, even though you did something so stupid I should slap you, you finally stood up for yourself. I'm proud of you." I stated, patting him on the shoulder and giving him a smile. Speaking of Oswald, he hadn't left yet. He came over to us and kneeled to Ryan's level, who was currently sat down with his back against the wall.
"Ryan, Will, thank you so much for intervening. If Adam continued, no one else would've stood up for me in my time of need." Oswald praised, putting his hands together and bowing.
"You're welcome Oswald. I know what it was like to be bullied by that asshole, so I felt like I finally needed to stand up to him." Ryan said.
"I just wish there was some way I could repay you." Oswald said, hanging his head slightly.
"Trust us, your gratitude is its own reward." I said, lifting Ryan to his feet making sure I don't hurt him.
"That's not good enough. I live by the motto 'If you do good, then good will be done to you.' I will repay you somehow." Oswald asserted. "What do you two enjoy?"
"Well, I like drawing and Will likes music, but what we both love is video games." Ryan answered.
"Alright. I'll get you that reward, even if it's the last thing I do." Oswald declared with conviction in his eyes. I could tell he meant it
"Ok, well, you think about that." I settled quietly, doubting that he would be able to come up with something good that quickly as we sat down at our table to eat our lunch while Oswald went back to his table to think over our 'reward.'
The rest of our lunch was spent in mostly silence, except for the occasional talk about our respective courses. After what just happened, there wasn't much else that needed to be said. As we were eating, I saw Oswald out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be mumbling to himself with his eyes closed in concentration and his hands out on the table in front of him. I don't know what he was doing exactly but he seemed to be concentrating really hard on it, to the point that he was sweating profusely. I thought it was best not to disturb him.
After we had finished our lunch, we packed everything away, threw the rubbish away and got up to leave. Before we could leave however, Oswald came over to us looking really happy with himself, smiling like a kid that had just come out of a sweet shop. But he didn't look in the best condition, looking like he had just ran a marathon, with his sweaty face, messy hair, and tired eyes. He looked like all of the energy had been sapped out of him all in one go.
"Oswald, are you alright? You look worse of wear." I asked.
"I couldn't be happier. I finally thought of a really good reward for you two." Oswald answered, even his voice sounded drained.
"Cool, what is it?" Ryan asked, quite curious, as was I, as to what it was, and if it was the reason for his sudden exhaustion.
"Oh, you'll find out later today, but trust me when I say, you are going to love it. I promise!" He answered before running off without saying another word. Ryan and I looked at each other with confusion, but quickly shrugged it off, thinking that he will give it to us later. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways to go to lessons.
Even later that day
"Come on, where is he?" The rest of the day went by quickly, as per usual. What I was really looking forward to was getting home and playing Until Dawn. We've been wanting to play this game for ages now, so you could tell how surprised and happy I was when he told me about it.
When the day ended, I got into my car, leaving the door open to let the inside cool down, and waited for Ryan to finish his session. I finish my day half an hour before him. It can be slightly annoying but it's not like I can do much about it other than to wait.
As I waited, I just couldn't stop thinking about Until Dawn. We had watched the first part of the game when it first came out but that was ages ago now and we had tried not to watch anymore; we wanted to play it ourselves. The only things I can remember about it were the characters and their names.
I also had Oswald on my mind too. It was the end of the day and we still hadn't gotten our supposed reward. He was acting really weird as we were leaving the Common room, not to mention that he looked really fatigued all of a sudden, but he was just sitting at his table for the rest of lunch period.
He'll probably come over to us as soon as he comes out of his lesson to give it to us. Or maybe Ryan saw him earlier and he gave it to him. I thought as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Finally, I saw Ryan come out of his session and stroll towards my car.
"Finally. Get in." I said impatiently, opening the boot so he could put his bag in.
"Well, I'm sorry if my timetable inconveniences you." Ryan grinned, putting his bag in and getting in the passenger seat.
"Sorry, I'm just itching to get home and play." I explained, putting our seat belts on.
"I know, I am too, but I can't help if my timetable is different to yours. We're on different courses." Ryan rationalized.
"Well, it doesn't matter now. Let's just get home." I finished as I started the car.
"Wait… There's Oswald!" Ryan interrupted, pointing over towards the bus stop. I looked to see Oswald quickly get on the bus before it drove out of college. "He just got on the bus. Did he forget to give us our reward?" Ryan questioned, confusion etched on his face.
"Wait, you didn't see him between lunch and now?" I asked, looking between him and the back of the bus as it disappeared from sight.
"No, I didn't. Why would he say we would see later today and not give us anything? Will he give it to us later today? No, that's not possible. He doesn't know where we live and I'm sure he lives 20 minutes away from us anyway." Ryan hypothesized. He was going into his theorizing mode again.
"Oh well, he'll probably give it to us tomorrow. Let's not worry about it for now." I disregarded, taking this as my queue to leave. Ryan did say much more about it, but I could see in his eyes that that was all he was thinking about.
On the way back, we got caught in traffic… a lot. It's like the universe didn't want us to play the game. But when the traffic eventually cleared up, I tried to go as fast as possible. I may have go over the speed limit a few times, and by that I mean most of the time.
"Will, slow down! The game isn't going anywhere, it's not going to magically disappear." Ryan yelled as I took a sharp turn quite fast, breaking him from his concentration.
"I know, I'm just excited to play it." I said, practically bouncing in my seat.
"Well, we'll never be able to play it if we get into a car crash now, will we?!" Ryan rebutted. I saw his point so I was forced to slow down, but only to just below the speed limit.
We inevitably got back home through all of the traffic after what felt like hours when it was only 20 minutes. I turned the car off, opened the boot, got our bags out, and rushed to get into our flat.
We live in a one bedroom flat on the fourth floor of a 10 story flat complex, that Ryan and I worked our asses off to pay for. It has a small kitchen, a good sized living room, which has our TV, game consoles and game collection in it, and small bathroom and a cozy bedroom that can fit two beds next to each other, a wardrobe, with all of our different styles of clothes in, and a desk that has one drawer on each side and can fit both of us at it with our work or laptops by the window.
I was just about to press the button to call the elevator, but turns out it was broken… Again! So we had to take the four flights of stairs to get there. Ugh, so much effort to play one game.
"Will, slow down! I'm not as athletic as you!" Ryan shouted after me as I dashed up the stairs two at a time.
"Come on, I've seen you move faster than that when you need to! Like earlier today." I shouted back down to him.
"I don't need to be fast at the moment though. And I still hurt, you know!" He shouted back. I might have slowed down at that comment if it wasn't for that fact I was already on the fourth floor and heading towards the flat.
As I entered, I quickly threw my bag onto my bed and headed into the living room to our PS4 to take it out of rest mode. Ryan slowly came into the flat and sat down on the sofa breathing heavily from the flights of stairs, still with his bag on his back.
"You could have waited for me." Ryan mumbled through heavy breaths.
"Sorry. How are you feeling? Still hurting?" I inquired, sitting down next to him.
"A little bit. Not as much as before, but I'll managed." He replied, lightly touching his cut lip and bruised eye.
"Well, at least I know not to get on your bad side." I smirked. I got a small laugh from that as the startup sound signaled that the main PS4 screen had come on and I navigated to Until Dawn and pressed start, literally shaking with anticipation.
"I hope this game is good." Ryan hoped as the game loaded up.
"Well, it did look good, both in graphics and in game play, so it can't be that bad." I replied.
"I'll be the judge of that." He said.
As the title appeared on screen, the loud noise it made actually scared Ryan. I scoffed, Ryan was never good with horror games, but he plays them anyway because of me. He does like playing them, especially if it has a good story, but he just isn't good with jumpscares. He would take a slower paced game over this any day. I, however, have always loved the horror genre, whether it was in video games, movies or TV shows, so this was right up my alley.
The main title screen came up on screen and Hayden Panettiere, also known as Sam in Until Dawn, appeared on screen with it. I pressed 'new story' and waited for the game to load. Now this is where things started to get weird, I noticed that the controller was starting to become hot. Really hot.
"Ouch, the controller is getting hotter for some reason." I announced to Ryan, throwing the controller from one hand to the other.
"And the light on the controller is getting brighter too." Ryan said, starting to get worried. I looked as I chucked the controller to see that Ryan was correct, the light on the front of it was getting brighter, and it was about to get weirder. The black loading screen started to glow brightly too, so bright in fact that it was blinding to look at.
"What's happening?!" I shouted to Ryan, getting scared as we covered our eyes.
"I don't know!" Ryan yelled back. The whole room was being consumed by the shining light and there was nothing we could do to stop it.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Ryan and I screamed as the room completely disappeared and we both blacked out, the last sound we heard being the controller clattering to the ground.