NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Mentions of death
Want to harm someone
Cursing (lots of cursing)
Mentions of being followed.

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up'. It Is Highly Suggested To Read The Previous Story Before Continuing

Where could they possibly be?

Jeremy creeps forward, thoroughly convinced that one of the towering piles of junk will suddenly crash down on top of him. It doesn't matter if nothing of the sort has ever happened before, with his bad luck it's bound to occur. And right when he finds exactly what he's looking for.

...did he really want to do this? At night, having been forced to come after hours so no one saw him sneaking inside? Nothing only that, but his tool box and welding torch that is almost a desperate cry of wanting to get caught and thrown into jail?

He doesn't do good in jail. He had no idea what it's like, but he's heard the food is terrible, the people are rude, and the guards won't let him take anything inside.

He didn't want to be in such a place!

...but his mission. To end it all like it should've so many years ago. He can't let them exist. Not when they turned his life into a living nightmare. Stole the one person who had always been there for him, and turned them into a complete monster.

Turned them into one of those things, even.

"It's okay. It's okay," Jeremy breathes, forcing himself to not shake so badly that it rattles the tools sitting haphazardly in the box he threw them into.

And he is okay...at the moment. But he can't think about that! He'll run in the opposite direction and never complete what needs to be done. No, he just, has to distract himself. Like, like. Hmm...

Well, this feels like one of his video games. Instead of towering mounds of scrap metal and mutated blocks of machines seemingly melted together, they're really just strong and healthy red oaks blocking out the sun with their leaves in the attempt to warn him of the oncoming dangers while adding a challenge.

Yeah! And he's a champion, needing to cross the terrain while avoiding anything that lie in wait, poised to strike. Of course nothing can hurt him, being chosen by the beautiful princess and everything. He might get ambushed, but no one can hurt the chosen one. And not when he hasn't even gotten his first quest yet!

"Yeah. I've got this!"

"Goooooooooot."

Jeremy's confident smile all but leaps away and vanishes as it sprints in the exact direction he thinks a certain a bus going miles away from here is waiting for him to jump on and never come back.

WHO WAS THAT!

He opens his mouth to question who exactly was creeping through the abandoned dump made specifically for old parts and metal unauthorized and at this time of night when they should be in their warm bed sleeping away and pretending this never even crossed their mind.

Only, the problem with that is he's the one creeping through the abandoned dump made specifically for old parts and metal unauthorized and at this time of night when they should be in their warm bed sleeping away and pretending this never even crossed their mind.

Shoot, shoot, shoot! I'm gonna get caught and thrown in jail and I won't have any visitors and it's gonna be a complete and utter nightmare and-!

"G-G-G-Got-t-t-t."

The voice sounded...in pain.

"Hello?"

A yelp escapes the cowering young adult as there's an incredibly sudden and loud noise of metal scrapping on metal. Almost as if someone was dragging two pieces of rusted parts together just to see how high he can jump.

Well, it's working alright! He just wants to help! Stop trying to scare him please!

"H-Hi? Are you okay? I just, uh, heard you were...in trouble?"

Jeremy winces at the terrible excuse as he sweeps the absolutely minuscule beam of light powered by his draining AA batteries emits across the space, looking for any sign of movement, possibly even a face. There weren't any clues to someone being there so they might be somewhere further inside the yard. And if they really needed help, he might be able to muster up enough courage to go deeper.

"Hello?" he calls once more, praying for an answer. But there's nothing. Not even the grinding of metal. As if they just...disappeared.

Why was breaking into things illegal! If it wasn't, he could do this in the freaking morning when the sun was out and he could see! It'd make everyone's life easier and ohhhhhhh. Gotcha. Because, if breaking into everything was legal, his stuff would be taken...right.

Opting to think the voice had simply been his imagination, the young adult turns around with something that could only be assumed as an eyeroll, flashlight aimed to the ground to keep from tripping over a stupid car tire...again.

He wasn't greeted by a suspicious piece of rubber wanting to pick a fight. No. He encountered something much worse.

The same something he might've come here in the first place to destroy once and for all.

The problem is, Jeremy can't move. Can't breathe. His uncontrolled scream doesn't wake him up. His terror doesn't cause his adrenaline to kick in and allow him to flee. Fight-Or-Flight instincts are nowhere to be found. Even with staring death right in the eye, he can't do anything.

This isn't one of his video games. He's going to die. Plain and simple. He should've seen it coming, though. His mission was to destroy the very thing that nearly killed his father. How else would this have gone?

...but the end doesn't come.

A twitch, a creak, a moan too human-like than he wants to admit, and the slithering form of a monster crashes into the ground.

"Got y-y-y-y-y-y-"

Jeremy doesn't allow it to finish, simply sprinting the hay away from whatever it is. Well, of course he knows what it is, but it just isn't really it, nor is it the single it he wanted, but it's too complicated and he just wants to go to bed, okay!

And it seemed his wish would be granted too, if death was the restful sleep he so desired.

"COME AND-D-D-D-d-d-d-d..."

The young adult didn't see the limb reaching out to snag his ankle before it's too late, screaming morphing into howling from pain as he slams into the unforgiving ground covered with bits of metal. Cheek bit and a possible rusted nail cutting his chin if not driving into his skin entirely, and Jeremy couldn't help wondering if he got his tetanus shot lately.

Forget the shot. He's going to die by mean of a much more painful and quicker way.

"NO! NO PLEASE! NO!!" he can't help but plead, scrambling across the loose gravel with everything he can. Tears sting the edge of his eyes as his fingers brush against something feeling similar to the wrench he brought, only to be yanked back as it feels like his ankle's getting crushed into powder.

But, his tools. Scattered after he was thrown to the ground. His flashlight's back there but he still has-

The thing that grabbed him attempts to admit a sound when the welding torch is rapidly smashed into its limb, only to produce one confirming it wanted to follow as the young adult scrambles to his feet finally. Its desires aren't heeded however as the unyielding force of Jeremy bashes it into a shape even less recognizable from before.

"I wish you never existed!" Jeremy announces with a sob, stumbling away before swiping up what little he can see of the tools he brought.

And as three more figures seem to leap toward him in the clear want to drag him into the pits of hell where they were once created, the young adult finally pulls himself together to make the greatest decision of his life.

He runs.

Runs, with the things that have only caused him pain and suffering over, and over, and over again right on his heels. So close he can practically feel them gaining up on him. He allows a tool to trip one of them, disrupt another. Adrenaline finally kicking in and allowing the young adult to run faster than he ever has before. Another throw and something hits the ground.

But it feels as if he was going to lose. As if they're only just one step-

"RAAAAAA!"