No reviews since last time so I'm gonna place a content warning for this chapter and the next one. They do get a bit gore-y. Feel free to sign off if you can't handle it

The steps taken by Lincoln in the henge felt like lead. His slowly moving short silhouette reflected on the dimly orangish light walls. No doubt deliberately due to the rows of soft light bulbs placed perpendicularly against the stairs he was going up in.

Lincoln's morphed face glanced at the wall to see frames of Chandler's family. They all looked so delighted, he noticed. An archived memory from a happier time. It must have been pretty old since Chandler's home life wasn't great. He knew because after all, he asked him before.

And now he's going to put the final, metaphorical nail in the coffin…

[Gamer Mind Activated]

...And he felt nothing about it.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, he begins assessing his environment and finding the best way to get the jump on Charles without making much noise based on where said bastard is. Yet.

And it doesn't take that much time as he finds the bathroom's light lit.

Without prompting, he kicked the door open to find Charles McCan drunk and naked on the stall; recreating a scene he was all so familiar with.

The drunken man didn't react fast enough against his supernatural speed before Fake Chloe blew a white powder out of his mouth and into the man's face.

A small black figure with visible blank eyes stood waiting for his victim to be released from the arms of unconsciousness. And eventually, it did.

"G-Gughhh…Caroline, you bitch." The dawned man muttered waking up. He tried to move his arms only to shout loudly in pain when a jolt went into his arms.

His eyes widened up and he sobered. Glancing frantically around him, he stilled in horror when he made out his arms pinned to the wall with kitchen knives.

He began crying loudly before he was bitch-slapped by something from the shadows with extraordinary strength.

"...Shut your wrinkly ass up before I shove something in it." A slightly androgenous and raspy voice replied.

"What???!!! Who are you? No- HOW ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?" The man yelled; his voice shivering with the undertones of fear.

"..." The figure stared at him for a bit before speaking again. "You aren't the brightest, are you? Maybe this will fix your mutt."

Charles found his head slammed repeatedly to the wall behind him; his skull cracked slightly and staining the wall and his face bloody.

"Do you feel better, daddy?~" the figure croaked out while butchering a parody of an innocent voice. When the man just blinked, the figure just nodded to himself and suddenly the lights were on.

"Y-You...YOU LITTLE BI-NGAAHHH!" The man ended his sentence halfway by a drawn-out groan that eventually ended up in a blood-curdling scream.

All while this was happening Fake Chloe was dragging the knives pinned in his arms to his armpits; bisecting most of his arms.

"Daddy, noooo~ I'm not little anymore. I'm big! I'm bigger than anyone can imagine!" Chloe's look-alike cooed softly while rubbing her cheeks with a half-lidded smile.

Charles began heaving and crying.

"Daddy why? Why did you do it? What have I done wrong to you? I had hoped. I had a future. And you just ended it all because of a silly mistake…" Fake Chloe and said in mock sadness.

Charles mumbled.

"What was that?" Fake Chloe brushed some hair behind his ear and concave his palm around his ear in an 'I can't hear you' gesture while bending slightly with his hand on his knee.

"I-I'm s-sorry….I'm sorry…" Charles mumbled louder.

"Sorry for whaaaaatttt~?" Fake Chloe drawled out in a singing voice.

"For r-ruining you...F-For hurting you. Please let me go...I have an f-family" Charles begged; sweat stains covering his naked body.

"Hmph…..I believe you!-" Fake Chloe started tapping a finger on his chin before looking at him and suddenly saying.

"...Y-YES! I-I'M JUST MISUNDERSTOOD! I K-KNEW Y-YOU WOULD U-UNDERSTAND" Charles said, his eyes bulging and his mouth twisting into something ugly and maniacal.

"-Butttt you broke me, daddy. And I have to break you too! Isn't it such a fun game we are playing together?" Fake Chloe leaned in front of his face again, tilting her head which made her hair obscure half of her face.

Drained of begging, Charles began hurling threats at the girl disguised boy. Threatening ones that would implicit mental and physical harm.

A sneer and colossal punch in the gut was all he got in return.

"Stay still, Dip shit. Mama won't be out for long." Fake Chloe's voice dropped several octaves deeper and he blew the white powder drug into the man's sweaty face again.

Fake Chloe morphed back to Lincoln. He tapped his foot at the floor while frowning and looking in the distance. Suddenly, as if the deity of creativity herself had blessed him, he rushed to the door with a small smile.

Bzzzt!

Only to be interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.

Lincoln groaned loudly and his hands started palming all his pockets until he found it on his left. With a huff, he dipped his fingers inside it and pulled out his phone. It was an unknown number.

Slight nervousness gripped him and he suddenly found himself wishing that he would've installed truecaller.

Warily he answered and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" A deadpan voice from the other end immediately said.

"Oh..hey Maggie." Lincoln sighed in relief while leaning on the wall.

"Loud. Just where are you exactly? Me, Sarah and the girls have been searching for you." Maggie replied; some frustration bleeding into her voice.

"I..uhhhh….I have been busy?" Lincoln said unsurely.

"Is that so? Because I asked Rusty, Zach and Liam, y'know. And you basically all but disappeared after school. Did you know that Liam wanted you to come over to his house?" Maggie replied while sighing.

Of course, he knew. He has been through this before.

"Look, Maggie. I'd love to chat more but I'm kinda...preoccupied right now. Call later?" Lincoln said hopefully while awkwardly smiling; hoping that it would be the end of it.

He knew he said something wrong when he heard sputtering on the other end. His smile vanished from his face.

Oh. He did word it weirdly.

Just as he was about to end the call he heard the distinctive screech of a certain Blonde girl.

"LINCOLN!"

He was fucked, wasn't he?