Foggy was the only word to describe how I was feeling. I couldn't move, it was hard enough to breathe. I could hear the woman from before screeching then mumbling much too low for me to understand.

"How dare she treat my little girl like scum!" Her screeching were wreaking havoc on my pained brain. She was suddenly quiet, as if she was listening to something that I just couldn't hear for a lengthy pause. "Oh, you want a little baby brother? Who should... Clancy?! Him?! I suppose he is prettier than Lucas yes. I can do it before she wakes up dear."

She plods away in a hurry, probably rushing to the Clancy guy mentioned before. Poor bastard. Right before I faded again I heard a little girl's voice, though it was the creepiest thing to occur in this situation. "Don't worry, soon you're going to have my baby brother! You can be my REAL mommy soon." Oh my god is this thing petting my hair?

Waking up now, I figure that HAD to have been a dream because the woman wasn't shrieking at the top of her lungs when I woke. I slowly sit up, my head is still spinning from the chloroform that had forced me to pass out. After a quick glance around to survey the room I felt even more disheartened than before. Nasty smelling bed, old peeling vanity and dresser combo, and I think that counts as a grandfather clock? I don't know it's just a real big clock.

My bag is on the floor to my right, almost tucked away under the bed as if someone is trying to not have someone else notice it. Thank God it's there though, it has at least some supplies I could maybe use. I don't know why I was under the covers here I... where in the fuck are my pants?

The handle of the door turned stickily in its place, creaking as if whoever was there was maybe trying to open it quietly? Oh FUCK it's her again. She came into the room holding a tray with a variety of items on it, not that I could make out what they were with how dark the lighting was. She turned to look at the bed and could clearly see I was awake, shit.

"Oh you're awake dear! That's good means you're strong. MY name is Margurite, but you'll be calling me mama," she slammed the tray on the dresser violently knocking over knick knacks onto the floor, "WON'T YOU!?"

I jump at the loud bang and stutter out, "Yes mama." Hoping against hope she wouldn't stab me or something. Rule number one of being kidnapped by psychopaths, just don't piss them off.

Her face went from deranged to way too happy so quickly it almost gave me whiplash. "Soon you can go be with all the others dear! There are just a few things that need to be done first." She turned and started marking towards me, is…is she fucking holding a turkey baster?

She must be WAY too used to runners in her time kidnapping people, because I had barely made the conscious choice to try to flee what I feared was in that disgusting looking thing before a pain exploded in my head. Fuck this hurts! What did she even hit me with?

My vision was going all topsy turvy, with fireworks blocking any chance of me seeing whatever the hell this woman was doing. Oh god but I could still feel, my fears of what was in that turkey baster were proven to be all too real in the next moment. My screams did nothing but bring the taste of blood in my throat. My terror causing sobs to break through between the screams, tears blurring my vision until everything shut down.

The next time I woke up my head was throbbing painfully from passing out caused by sheer emotional panic. But, thankfully my pants were back on. "Fuck this." I muttered, snatching my bag that was still tucked under the bed by some fucking miracle, before actually managing to open the door quietly. A lot quieter than what mama had managed to do last time. It just took opening the door agonizingly slowly. Looking over the landing I could see what I could only assume what looked like a main parlor. It's always the rich ones that do this sort of crap don't they?

Padding down the stairs I strain my ears for anything that could mean someone was coming. "Mama" wasn't the only one in this house after all, the little girl's voice showed testament to that. Plus mama was stronger than anyone I've ever seen, she was for sure enhanced by SOMETHING, and if that's what she is like then there is no way in hell I would want to find out what "daddy" would be like.

I came across a couch against the wall that looked exactly like the one that was in my house. If I was correct, then they could share the same frame and I might have just found myself a hiding spot.

Taking my knife out of the secret pocket of the bag, I made a slit from top to bottom on the side. Just as I thought, there was a cavity more than big enough for me and my bag. Once inside, I had a silent mental breakdown over the daunting reality I'm now in.

That was about a month ago...I think... It's not like you can tell when the clocks don't move and it's just perpetually day time.

It was seeing the other inhabitants of this freak house that really had me figuring out I'm in a fucking videogame. I remember seeing the promotional stuff for resident evil 7, but I didn't really know who anyone looked like other than Jack, or "Daddy". Lucas is a fucking asshole, when he caught me on a food run he tried to take me back to whatever mancave he had going on in this joint. What was weird was how mama just showed up out of literally NOWHERE. She completely flipped shit and started beating the ever living daylights out of Lucas. I didn't stick around, just snatched the food I had been out scrounging for in the first place and sprinted away from the insanity, hearing muffled screams from mama the further I got away.

I do remember her saying (cough screaming cough) things like, "Don't you touch her with your filthy hands, she's a VESSEL, your baby brother, do it again and Evie will kill you, feed your carcass to my babies." Honestly it was a bunch of insanity that strung together made no sense even if I heard the context if I was being perfectly honest. Some of what she said bothered me though. I know Evie the best out of these freaks, she always found me wherever I was in the house but she never told anyone else where I was.

Like the child she is it has been just a game to her. She was okay, I didn't mind her too much, and at least she was quiet compared to everyone else. A lot of the time she would just play with whatever she'll have on her at the time. She does have quite the habit to ramble though. I asked her who was in the house a couple days ago and her answer was, "You, gran, pap, Lucas, Zoe, Clancy, and Mia mommy."

"Your mom is here? How come she doesn't take you away from this place Evie?" Being confused and wanting answers I have to word things carefully, otherwise she could get angry and just storm off not letting me get any answers.

"She said she'd be my mommy on the ship, she promised." Right, progress at least.

"Ship, Evie? You were on a ship with… Mia?" I decided to go with her name seeing as she wasn't actually her mother.

"The ship to take me to the other lab, I didn't want to go so they all died." What the fuck did these people do to this kid?

"Right…"

"I've been creating my family, but some people don't want to join, gran usually kills them for it." She says it so nonchalantly, its just terrifying knowing that my life arguably lies in her hands.

"Evie who told you that you needed to solve everything by killing people?"

"The people at the lab, they killed a lot of people."

"So if you don't want life to be like at the lab why is there so much death here?"

She just looks lost and confused and I don't blame her, not really. "Come here Evie." I hug the scrawny little girl, "These powers THEY gave you? Your life in the lab? It does not define you okay? You can still change." She said nothing, but I know she was listening, at least somewhat.

When it was night AND raining, two very drastic changes I knew SOMETHING had to have changed. A series of events had just occurred and things must be moving forward. To be frank I was too stunned seeing rain for the first time in a very, very long time.

Clancy is dead, has been for a little while and Evelyn was very upset with the news. I stopped her from killing Lucas, no matter how much he deserved it she had to not let the fungus control her. It was my main goal to help her she deserved better and if it took my shitty attempts at giving her a moral code by god I'll do so.

I...am pregnant. I ignored the symptoms for as long as I could, but eventually it was just so obvious I couldn't anymore. I have no idea how far along I am, time is pretty fucked up in this world after all. The morning sickness wasn't very helpful in regards for me having food. I looked unhealthier I've than I've ever been in my life, I haven't had the proper nutrients to sustain myself, let alone the baby inside me. I kept the tactic of hiding at any cost; I had absolutely no stamina to escape from anyone if they chose to attack me.

I also wasn't infected, which I was slightly stunned about. Every single person in this house other than me had goop excreting from them left right and center. I mean so far I wasn't going to question it in case it would jinx absolutely everything.

Back in the couch, I was trying to scarf back a cold can of what looked to be chef Boyardee, I couldn't tell anymore the label had been missing for a while. Not the most delicious thing I've ever had to eat but it was the biggest scrounge I've managed in one go. I had no idea where to go looking for food in the beginning, for all that one sees is rot and mold enclosing all surfaces of the building. Turns out like in any game setting getting anything you need is a lot like easter egg hunting. You have to look in the most random locations that food really shouldn't be and it'll just happen to be there.

I nearly dropped the can when an ear killing mechanical squeal broke the silence. There were sounds that were unmistakably a car from the direction of the garage, what the hell is going on? They haven't had to put a car in there for a while, one of the last ones was three dumb blonde college students that Lucas brought in. I had almost forgotten them because of how fast they died, Evie wasn't impressed by them and mama was appalled at how they spoke to her. They didn't even last an hour, their bodies becoming mold monsters in the hours afterwards. The car tire squeals only lasted a minute or two before finishing with an explosion that faded into nothingness.

I turn back to eating out of the three or so year old can. Beggars can't be choosers and anything is better than the shit mama tried to have me eat once. The only reason I got out of daddy pummeling my ass into the ground for my "disrespect towards my mother" was because of Evie. I think she had a soft spot for daddy because any of the guests who tried to attack me were killed immediately and with no hesitation.

The two big doors began to rattle as whoever won the garage car fight tried to operate the door, oh so a new guest then how great now to see a new gruesome death. It was impossible to see definite features of whoever had just showed up. The person who came through was not what I was expecting. I was at least expecting another humanoid looking thing not a fucking screen with arms and legs and dressed very snazzy at the same time. To get a better view I pull away the fabric at my entrance, only letting the smallest portion of my face lean out for a peek.

At least there was a person behind the screen. He was talking to himself what the hell? Ugh I can't see round the corner very well. Quietly I crawl out the couch and peep my head over the edge.

"Uh who the fuck is that?!" Crap he saw me...wait.

"Mark?" My voice high pitched from confusion.

The guy in the screen stopped in his tracks and raised a gun up automatically. "What the fucking fuck?" He muttered while pulling a face.

"Uh hi?" now I was quite concerned he was actually going to shoot me.

"Is she a part of the family? I haven't seen any of her pictures so far..."

I interupt his musings, "Well I sure hope not seeing as I've been clean of infection for however long I've been here. Now if you ask mama and daddy they will certainty say I am a fully-fledged loving member of their family" ending everything with just the perfect amount of sarcasm.

He almost looks scared. "Did she just-"

"Yes, dingus, I'm talking to you Mark, Markiplier, the goofiest bubble blowing baby alive, yes YOU."