Author's Note: Woo-boo! Been gone for a while! Just lost interest as I got piqued in anime and gamer-streams. Buttt, Mianite's on hiatus, so I'll put up some chappies here.

But then, I think to myself—MY GOD THIS SHIT IS DARK AS CRAP! THANK GOD I TURNED INTO A PEPPY TEEN AFTER MY CONCUSSION! No joke, after my concussion I appreciated a lot of things a lot more—I started being more open to people, joked around a lot and had fun. Except in sports and band. I lost my skills there.

Without further life stories, here's a short chappie! And...THE END OF BLOCK 1.

Chapter 6: Futile

The camera caught the sight, before Z could comprehend what the room look liked. One glance up from the camera and her eyes dove down to the screen. The music was the first thing that got through to her brain, that's frankly been shocked numb. It's the song Pop Goes the Weasel.

Seeing the room through the view of the camera, she scanned the room, capturing the orchestra and band (a symphony of destruction). With a quick zoom, she noted how their eyes were glazed over, unseeing, unknowing.

Behind her Lenore gasped in horror, a slight whimper of fear penetrating the air.

"Oh my god, it's horrible!"

Z didn't hear her, she was transfixed, turning to let the camera capture "the audience," the merry-go-round, and carnival like redo.

BEN caught sight of Z, his eyes glinting with mischief, and he glided over to her. A wide grin stretched on his face, all sharp teeth and menacing intentions.

"Oh, you must be the girl that records all the action." BEN intoned, his voice was darker, more like the others in that split second. It seemed like just a passing thing, because his smile became genuine and his tone lighter. "Make sure to get me on camera, I'm the most awesome!" He exclaimed, flashing a call me sign to Lenore before shooting back into the air to watch the rather morbid show.

Z ventured farther into the room, mindful of the litter on the floor. She could see the monochrome clown perched idly on an amp, long legs stretched out and propped on a chair. His eyes were downcast as he leaned against the wall. As if sensing the stare he was getting, he looked up at Z and the camera in her hand. His eyes darted to Lenore and narrowed for a second, before a slow smile spread across his face and he giggled.

He waved at the camera, and Z let it focus on him.

"Hello girlies, part of the camera class?"

Z nodded, her muscles tense, the fight or flight instinct activating. She didn't trust this clown, not one bit.

The clown's grin darkened, and he gestures to their surroundings.

"How do you like the decor?"

White lies are usually useful in situations such as these, but telling an outright lie would be too obvious. Was this a dream anymore? For something so surreal it felt so well-placed in reality.

"It's a pleasant change of scenery for the room." Z said, no emotion, no tone.

Laughing Jack leaned his head back against the wall, no longer staring at the two girls.

"Mmm, pleasant...I haven't heard that word for a while." He said, his voice dwindling to a low, faint mumble. The clown appeared to be lost in thought.

Deciding that if he's distracted, it's probably best, Z let him be, investigating the auditorium. Z assessed the room with the camera: BEN was doing figure eights boredly in the air, the rotting corpse and the entranced-or mostly entranced students.

Three students in the back, Anya, Sheldon, and Sam were whispering quietly, furtively glancing at the clown and ghost with worry. Were they planning an escape? Z didn't necessarily think that was a good idea, but her opinion was her own. If one were to think about the predicament, was staying around and going with the flow a good idea? She was confident she could fight if needed and survive. Yes, she would survive, but she wasn't sure if those three would.

Lenore finally left Z's side, deciding it was safe for the time being. It seemed like no one was being very violent here, what was the harm in looking around? She noticed a delicate rose on the ground, she bent down to examine it.

Z investigated the room a little more, deciding to look at the audience of the dead. They were all dead, there was no harm in looking at them. If they were someone she knew, crying for them wouldn't bring them back to life.

Some looked like teachers, she wasn't sure with the mutilations, others looked like adults, surely not parents. On second thought, where in the world did that clown, Laughing Jack, get his audience? Drive down the street murdering the first people he saw? Sit in carnivals and parks praying on anyone unfortunate enough to come near?

Venturing farther down the dark aisles she started to gag. The smell of decaying flesh and rotting organs was getting a bit too strong. She was almost surprised she didn't smell it earlier.

Looking through the camera made it not as bad, it was sorta like a horror movie.

Walking farther up the aisle, she spotted someone sitting rather oddly in a chair a little ways away. Smartly, she zoomed in rather than approach the thing. Demonic red eyes turned her way, a sharp toothed humanoid grin appeared. Whatever it was, it made a low growling noise.

She felt something grab her ankle.

It was a corpse, a living corpse she supposed. One of her classmates by the look of it, bloody and damaged beyond imagination. From the knee down on their left leg there was nothing; it was as if it had been torn off. How gruesome…

"Run…" They hissed weakly.

Z glanced at the camera around their neck. They must have been taking pictures.

For some odd unknowable reason, she was desperate to know what was on the camera. Tucking the video camera under her arm, she used both hands to wrench the camera quickly from their neck. She couldn't save them, but she could sure as hell figure out what killed them. Better to know so to avoid whatever it is.

Despite how bloody it was, she put the camera around her neck and ran away from the body. The video camera captured the moving ground and the loud growls that were coming from out of sight.

She was almost to the end of the aisles, when she ran straight into someone. Without thinking she pushed past them, whoever it was, didn't make a noise. Z whips around to make sure whatever was following her was gone, and noticed the person she shoved to the side was Jeff the Killer.

He was glaring at her.

"There was something chasing me!" She shouted in defense. Z wasn't sure if killer's accepted excuses for shoving them, but it wouldn't stop her from giving one.

Jeff didn't look impressed and the growling noise suddenly quieted as the vicious monster came into the light. happily barked, begging for Jeff's attention. Blood dripped from its muzzle, and it's red eyes were now a faint glow. Jeff complies and scratches behind the demented husky's ears, barks again.

Jeff rested his attention back on Z, and rolled his eyes.

"I doubt it was his fault you walked into his territory."

Z shifted awkwardly on her feet.

"Oh, I didn't realize he was set up there." She said nervously. She would still survive, she knew she would.

Jeff smirked, petting the demented smiling dog.

"What's wrong Rainbow; are you scared of him?" He taunted.

The dog turned to her, it's eyes staring at her with menace. It makes a sound between a growl and a laugh.

"N-no." She muttered, her nervousness slipping through. Honestly, if anyone was in front of a dog like this they would be terrified out of their mind too; it wasn't just her.

Jeff's smile widened, the scarred flesh making it look all the worse. With blood coating his hoodie and a temperamental attitude to boot, Z really didn't know why fan girls wanted to date him.

"Are you sure?" Z didn't respond. "If you insist….Smile, how about you go and say hello to Rainbow over there." Jeff said slowly.

Z started to slowly back away and the dog followed her step for step. It's feet braced like it was about to jump at her. Carefully, she put the cameras down in submission and in hope they would be safe and braces herself for the attack. The dog pounced on her, throwing her onto the ground.

Growling, the smiling Siberian Husky loomed over her, paws holding her down.

"Careful, Rainbow; dogs' can smell fear." Jeff said, chuckling, watching the spectacle with interest.

BEN out of sight had stopped doing figure eights and was watching with curiosity. Laughing Jack, on the other hand, had a small smirk on his face, but didn't seem to interested in the dog and the rainbow-haired girl. Instead, he watched Jeff's reactions, judging how far Jeff was willing to let the situation go. There was a crash, and Z glanced up momentarily as well as Jeff. Laughing Jack growled in annoyance and he stomped off towards the band doors.

"Um...Jeff...can you call off your dog?" Z asked.

"Why should I do that?" He retorted.

Glancing at the dog briefly, she avoided staring into its eyes.

"It's going to kill me?" She questioned, not really sure if it's intentions are clear.

He started to laugh.

"Maybe so, maybe not. Depends on his mood."

Sighing, exasperated, Z forcibly reverted herself back to her aura of not caring. She let's herself go limp and closed her eyes. Z told herself she would live, and she would keep doing it. Unlike everyone else, she knew she would live, she was sure of it.

For a second, nothing happened. Then she felt the dog's nose close to her face, sniffing her. It's sharp teeth were only inches from her face, her neck. Snuffling, the dog drew away. The weight was gone from her chest.

Counting slowly backwards from ten, Z opened her eyes and sat up.

The dog was at Jeff's feet, looking like it had never left.

Rising slowly, her eyes fixed on Jeff, she was wary of a second round of the dog attacking. He stared back. Reluctantly, she looked towards the dog who was tearing off an arm from the boy she had saw earlier and chewing on it. Satisfied she was safe for the moment, Z grabbed the cameras off the ground and stood.

"Hey!" Z glanced at the killer. "Toss me your video camera! I want to see what you captured." Jeff shouted.

She's surprised, but she tossed him the camera. He caught it easily, his reflexes challenged those of the football team. Casually, he grabbed a shoulder of a dead "audience" member, and shoved him off of the chair and onto the ground. Taking over the chair, he proceeded to watch the footage.

Z shot one last look at the killer, before walking to the side of the auditorium none of the killers were on on and checking the footage of the bloody camera.

The pictures are of a poor quality.

One depicts a being like the Slender Man, but instead of a lack of a face he had a mouth. Sharp teeth bared in a seductive smile. If she was right, this was the rumored Sexual Offenderman. She clicked the arrow and to her disgust, there was a lot of shots of that class. None which would be suitable for a PG-13 movie. Some questioned the limit of R. She clicked through those fast.

There were random ones, perhaps accidentally taken. Then there was a disturbing looking Sonic teaching a Career and Life class from an Active Board connected to a computer.

You don't see that everyday…

A haggard and clearly beaten up Eyeless Jack stumbled into the auditorium, past Jeff, and collapsed into an empty chair.

Z had half a mind to check out what was wrong with Eyeless Jack, but he looked best left alone.

A cough was heard and Z glanced up, as well as Jeff. Two chairs were missing their players and Anya is almost out of hers.

Lunging up, Jeff pulled out his knife. jumped up as well, growling. BEN faded from the air, his eyes narrowing as if he was already detecting where they would head.

Z watched, she could help her friends or help Jeff, but what would happen both ways?

Decidingly, Z threw a stand near her out at Jeff's feet, he tripped.

Apparently, in this situation, there are a few things you MUST NEVER do.

-First, do not trip a killer.

-Second, do not run at him and take your camera back.

-And Finally, NEVER take a killer's dominant knife.

There is one thing you should ALWAYS do.

-Run. Like. Hell.

The plan was actually happening. They were running through the hall, their bodies filled with adrenaline and terror. Sheldon's feet thudded against linoleum and he sprinted with all the energy he had. Sam was a little far behind, as well was Anya. There was nothing he could do about that; it was a matter of who had been training in a sport since a young age and who hadn't. Sheldon had.

A high pitched bark pierced the air and Sheldon cursed. The dog was easily gaining on them, as well as two of the killers. The two he hadn't really seen earlier. Apparently, they could sprint pretty dang fast.

He heard a cry and glanced back to see the dog had caught up to Anya and grabbed her pant leg, yanking her to the ground. Sheldon looked away and winced at the screams. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was real, but the sounds of the teeth ripping through flesh were frighteningly loud.

Sam shouted something Sheldon couldn't hear. Sheldon was farther away, he considered heading to the Library, but took a right. No, he couldn't be blocked in.

Thankful for his agility, he leaped over a bench and kept running. He ran into the PE hall...he was running out of a place to go. Sam was no longer nearby. That meant either two things. He had taken a different route...or he was-no, he didn't have time to think about that.

He needed to get out alive.

Sheldon slowed down, his heart pounding and his breathing ragged. He pushed on one of the doors leading to the outside near the gym and found one...unlocked. This was too easy. He hesitated in the doorway, fear rooting him in place.

There were two killers that could catch up to him at any moment or he could risk the outside. Sheldon sprinted out. His feet scraped across gravel and then…

CRACK!

SPLUSH!

Blackness…

Ticci Toby smirked under his breath from the seat of his neon green truck. He backed over a body a second time, not to be cruel, oh surely not. For reasons, he pulled the truck forward and stopped it when none of the tires were on the body.

Great, now he had to worry about someone seeing him with a dead body. It was mushy, gross. Making sure no one was looking his way-at least any normal people-he opened the unlocked door of the school and dragged the body back in.

Welp, at least he had done his job.

"No one escapes, no one lives..they are all to die by our hands…" He snickered.

Thank God, that chappie hurt me in the head.

Lucky this nice Fallen Kingdom makes me feel better, TryHardNinja's voice is adorable. See ya all soon for the next chapter!

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