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A JTHM fan-fiction
JTHM and all related characters are © Jhonen Vasquez
---Delusions of escape------
My thin wiry hands grasped the paper excitedly. It was the first I'd seen in a while. I took out a broken pencil that I had found and began writing, with false hopes that someone might find it.
Hello. My name is Callie. I don't remember my last name. I am trapped against my will by a boy whom calls himself 'Nny'. He kidnapped me many times ago. I am trapped in his labyrinth of a basement. I do not know how long I have been down here. The days have melted together. It could be night for all I know. I obviously was one of his first captives, for it seems I had been forgotten. I broke free of my shackles and are now trying to escape from this retched place. I meet many of his newer prisoners, but they are all useless, missing limbs, dead, or mental beyond repair. I wish that I could find someone intact enough to help me…. I write this and I fear it might be the last. This place smells of death and blood and vomit… I fear my death sent shall join the others. I fear of the boy called Nny. I fear the strange dolls that wander down here… the dolls interest me. I often find them waddling through the different rooms stiffly. I hide and watch them. When I set my eyes upon them they freeze, as if they can feel my eyes watching them. As soon as I look away, they are gone. I go up so many stairs, but never seem to get closer to the surface, to freedom. This is a damnable place I am sure of. The other prisoners fear the boy Nny…. But strangely, though I have seen all his homicidal demeanor, I do not. I feel he is just misunderstood. That is all I have to say…
Let this not be the last time I speak words… in hand or in mouth
I clasped it close to my chest, shivering. I might have cried… but I was too strong for that now. I folded it and dropped it quickly before scurrying up the hundredth flight of stairs. He glanced around feverishly before coming into the open. The prisoners look at me in fear before realizing I am not Nny. The scream at me to help them, but I pay them no mind. They are all useless, destined to die anyway. I know my looks must be similar to that of Nny's compared to the one time I have seen him. I am hunched like an animal from couching and hiding. I have not eaten in two days now, so I am thin, like a skeleton. My dark brown hair is messy and choppy. My clothes are ripped from having to use them on various occasions. I have only seen myself once since I have been down here, in a pool of water before I drunk it. I know my eyes are so bloodshot my pupil and blue eyes look red. They are hollow and feral, from fear and worry. I know that I shall probably Die any day. That does no scare me. I used to be fearful of death, but seeing so much of it has just made me wary of what is to come should I be captured.
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I peeked over the top of the stairs. There it was again. One of the dolls. It was the white one, with the word 'fuck' written across its shirt. There seems to be only two dolls, but I can never be sure. It freezes, on hand in the air as if it is waving. I duck down, it is facing towards me. I hear a small creak, and the sound of Styrofoam shuffling. I take a change and look up. It's gone. He scrambled up. "Hey there!" I whirl around, fists raised. But it was just a prisoner. He was smiling broadly, his long and once sleek blonde hair hanging over his purple face as he hung upside down. I don't answer back. "How's it going?" he asked, smiling, his hands chained to the ground, his feet to the ceiling. He'll soon die from hanging upside down to long… but once again I do not reply. He continued to smile. Optimists, I had seen several of them. Nny didn't seem to like them that much.