Outshine - The Miles Upshur Story

by Giligan Grapes

I proudly present you my first and last Outlast fanfiction: Outshine - The Miles Upshur Story, in which Miles is a struggling wedding videographer who just got invited to film the open day at the Mount Massive Asylum. Prepare for the criminally insane to bring you the horror of their... workshops and art skills. Or is that just the beginning?

10. Don't Feel Like Dancing

Chapter 10 – Don't Feel Like Dancing

Miles has never been so scared for his life. The Scissor Sisters hunted him throughout the whole Male Ward, closing every prospect of escaping the instant it could have arisen. Still, Miles was not Upshur for nothing; when his desperation hit its peak, he caught a glimpse of the ceiling and found a conveniently placed entrance to a vent. He hopped up and quickly began crawling through. Trager and Manera howled incessantly. "Are you in just another hole?! You can't run nor hide from us forever, buddy!"

The videographer rested for a couple of minutes to catch his breath in the narrow ventilation passage. How is Waylon faring?, he wondered. He feared the worst as he did not hear the popping of the balloons. What if…?

A distorted voice from the public address system answered his unfinished question. "All Murkoff personnel report to the wedding chapel. The ceremony starts in 10 minutes. I repeat, all Murkoff personnel report to the wedding chapel…" Miles gasped. Waylon fell victim to the scheming of their enemies! He must come to the rescue! He descended from the shaft and racked his brain for a solution. The wedding chapel was officially a danger zone. He still had to make a beeline for the cake and shove it in the face of Gluskin to lure him away from his friend. There was no other choice – only a showdown between The Groom and The Videographer.

"Are you in trouble, son?" a distinct German accent sounded from a dark segment of the corridor. Miles set his camera in the direction and turned on the night mode. The accent belonged to a mummy-like old man in a light-coloured robe, with a beard, and on a wheelchair. The whole situation felt so awkward and out of place that Miles dared saying the following. "I don't even know if you are supposed to be Obi-Wan, Stephen Hawking, Professor X, Gandalf or any kind of bullshit you could come up with, but I warn you, old man, that I certainly do not feel compelled to play your crazy games! I have met more than enough bonkers to take you on as well! Only a piece of advice, though: drop either your fake accent or beard because you are already over the top! Leave me be, I have important and life-deciding stuff to care about!".

The old man shook his head. "I am neither of those, foolish youngster. I am no mad man; I am the leader of Project Walrider in disguise. My name is Rudolph Wernicke and I am here to help you."