*Hey everyone, doing something different today.

Hope you enjoy this short horror one-shot based on Eminem's song: Stay Wide Awake!*

...

An upbeat tempo begins playing and filling up the empty void.

You can almost feel the heartbeat in your throat.

You suddenly see a figure floating in mid-air.

Whatever it is, it isn't a human.

...

"Soon as my flow starts,

I compose art like the ghost of Mozart,

even though they all say that they're real I know that most aren't.

Boy, you think you're clever, don't you?!

Girl, you think you're so smart?!

Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark."

...

The room explodes with the creepiest rhythm you'd ever hear and the figure begins mouthing some lyrics.

The room suddenly becomes pitch black as the only spotlight in the dark void envelops the figure.

It lowers its tone and begins singing the rest of the lyrics.

...

"A world so dark, a world so cold,

a world where only some will go,

but none return, when will they learn?

Where do they go?

God only knows...

STAY WIDE AWAKE."

...

You could clearly discern this is a chorus of some kind.

The only thing your eyes can follow is the figure's aura shining brighter than anything you've ever seen.

It begins singing very fast...almost like it's rapping.

But...it doesn't remain as the angelic figure that it's presenting itself as.

Its smile becomes crooked and the bright white teeth within it expose themselves as fangs.

A void takes over the monster's eyes, not caring about showing any humanity at all.

It begins floating down towards you.

...

"Fe-fi-fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta.

I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December..."

Starts innocently enough, you might think.

The figure's expression suddenly twists as it narrates its horror novel to you.

...

"I see my target, put my car in park and approach a tender young girl by the name of Brenda and I attempt to befriend her.

Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you might have heard of me before, see whore, you're the kind of girl that I'd a..."

The figure pauses in between its lines and licks its horrifying lips. Its tongue is split and sports a different colour than usual.

...

"...assault and rape then figure why not try to make your pussy wider...?"

...

The figure dashes in front of you in the blink of an eye and several tentacles begin touching and feeling all over your body.

You suddenly realise you cannot move.

A slimy sensation floats around your thighs and rectum as you feel your clothes being torn off, bit by bit.

...

"Fuck you with an umbrella and open it up while the shit's inside of you.

I'm the kind of guy that's mild but I might flip and get a little bit wilder..."

...

The grotesque feeling of a tentacle being wrapped around every sensitive part of your body makes you feel uneasy, to say the least.

You attempt to scream, but nothing comes out.

You suddenly feel a tentacle approaching your clitoris and landing on the surface of it.

...

"Impregnate a lesbian, yeah, now let's see her have triplets and I'll disintegrate those babies as soon as they're out of her with formaldehyde and cyanide, girl you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder..."

...

A burning sensation takes over your thighs and it slowly advances back towards your clitoris.

You can't tell if the monster is narrating a previous story or explaining what it's going to do to you.

You don't care at this point, either. You just want it to release you.

As if a miracle has just occurred, a bright flash of white skims across your eyes as the tentacles that were holding you are now laying on the ground, bleeding until they disappear.

The figure roars and spews out some chemicals from its ferocious mouth as you begin running in the opposite direction.

You look back several times only to find the figure standing there arms extended as if it's going to hug someone.

It creepily cracks its neck and twists its face more than 90 degrees to the right and begins chuckling which eventually leads to a maniacal laugh.

...

"No need for gunpowder, that only takes the fun out of murder and I'd rather go "vinn-vinn!" and now you see just how the fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp..."

...

It briefly pauses and puts on a somewhat confused expression. Suddenly, several knives and a horrifically large chainsaw appear in its grasp. The figure's limbs begin extending and extending without any intention to stop. Across a single limb, several hands formulate themselves and begin holding bloody weapons and tools.

A light touch from the chainsaw looked like it could cut you in half.

You continue running, without looking back this time.

...

"Shit...wait a minute...I mean skull, my knives seem dull...

FUCK IT, PULL ANOTHER ONE OUT!"

...

You now hear horrific noises behind you, as if someone's breaking their bones and healing them all at once several times over. You hear flesh, blood and meat tearing as if something's just been brutally murdered.

You don't dare to look back.

A repetitious feeling fills your brain as you hear a familiar line once more.

...

"SOON AS MY FLOW STARTS,

I COMPOSE ART LIKE THE GHOST OF MOZART,

EVEN THOUGH THEY ALL SAY THAT THEY'RE REAL I KNOW THAT MOST AREN'T!

BOY, YOU THINK YOU'RE CLEVER, DON'T YOU?!

GIRL, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART?!

COME WITH ME TO ANOTHER SIDE IN A WORLD SO COLD AND SO DARK!"

...

The creature's voice sounds higher than before.

It burned an image into your skull.

This horrific voice...

This horrific nature...

All of it...

Reminds you of a very familiar memory...

A memory you've tried to suppress for so many years.

...

It's back.

You suddenly get a boost of adrenaline and begin running even faster than before.

You look up and find yourself running through a dark forest.

Yes.

This is it.

Tears begin pouring down your face and your body clenches up, but you continue to run. No amount of fear can stop you from running.

Throughout the entire run along a slim and abandoned path, you hear whispers of the second part of the chorus you heard earlier.

After the chorus, the trees begin talking to you.

...

"Stay wide awake...

Stay wide awake...

STAY WIDE AWAKE!

STAY WIDE AWAKE!

STAY WIDE AWAKE!

STAY! WIDE! AWAKE!

STAY. WIDE. AWAKE.

Stay...wide...awake."

...

Several shadows begin flying and drifting across the air next to you. They look identical to the monster, so you let out a small scream and being chanting to yourself. "Someone, please...help me..."

Maybe it's the fear within your subconscious or maybe it's the forces of this dark world.

Whatever it is, something is still preventing you from screaming.

You hear the same voice singing around you.

...

"So dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side of me...

There's a monster inside of me, it's quite ugly and it frightens me..."

...

The voices grow louder with each passing second as you attempt to cover your ears.

It proves to be worthless, as you can still hear the voices very clearly.

...

"But they can't see what I can see, there's a vacancy in my tummy...

It's making me play hide-and-seek, like Jason, I'm so hungry..."

...

The word "Jason" makes your eyes widen in fear and disgust as you can feel the strength in your legs give out.

...

No.

Not yet.

You continue running at the same pace.

You don't even consider the option to stop.

...

"She's naked, see, no privacy, but I can see she wants me...

So patient, see, I try to be, but gee, why does she taunt me?

Pull the drapes and she goes right to sleep, I creep right through the front...see?

So blatantly, but silently cause I know that she's sound asleep..."

...

The monster beings quoting what sounds like you as you turn around for a moment.

A mutant the size of a truck is running after you on all of its limbs.

It looks like an ultimate amalgamation of all the nightmares you've ever dreamt of and all the traumas you've been through.

You scream...in your brain, of course.

You still cannot scream out loud.

Your head instantly turns its attention to the remaining path in front of you as a few branches attempt to block your path.

However, you evade them with ease as the monster shatters through everything in its path.

...

"Who's waking me so violently and why's he on top of me?

He's raping me, I try to scream, SOMEBODY PLEASE GET HIM OFF OF ME!

He's taping me, he's biting me, he's laughing like it's funny...

I'm scraping him, I'm fighting him, I'm scratching like some dumb freak!"

...

You suddenly feel a tree branch touching one of your legs, but you quickly dash underneath a series of trees that slow the monster down by a small bit.

That was a close one, you think.

...

"Escaping me?!

No dice, you see...I might just be Ted Bundy...

OR SATAN, GEE WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE, I'M DANCING IN MY RED PANTIES!"

...

A loud heartbeat begins beating in your ears.

You feel like you're about to have a heart attack, but you keep running either way.

...

"It's crazy, but it's alright with me, man life can be so empty...

STAY AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE I'M DANCING TO QUITE THE DIFFERENT DRUMBEAT!"

...

An incredibly loud heartbeat rings through your ears once more as you're about to collapse.

Suddenly, a wood shack in front of you is the only place you can go.

You muster up the strength and leap inside of it before barricading the door instantly.

Something doesn't feel right at all...

This world doesn't feel real, but it's so real at the same time...

You walk into a room with a couch and wander towards the window.

There's nothing outside.

You suddenly hear a rummaging noise from one of the bigger bushes outside and you immediately dash into the basement while locking the door behind you.

It's filthy, dark and gross, but it's your best shot.

Loud music begins playing from outside of the shack.

A third repetition of the chorus begins playing.

...

"SOON AS MY FLOW STARTS,

I COMPOSE ART LIKE THE GHOST OF MOZART,

EVEN THOUGH THEY ALL SAY THAT THEY'RE REAL I KNOW THAT MOST AREN'T!

BOY, YOU THINK YOU'RE CLEVER, DON'T YOU?!

GIRL, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART?!

COME WITH ME TO ANOTHER SIDE IN A WORLD SO COLD AND SO DARK!"

...

You cover your mouth, even if you cannot scream.

Your quiet whimpers turn completely silent as you listen to the music getting closer and closer to the shack.

The second part of the chorus plays and you patiently wait for it to end.

As soon as it does, the same voice begins playing in your head.

...

"Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up dead by the lake...

Soon as you lay me down to sleep it's your soul I'm gonna try to take...

Pray for the light of day, right away...?

Why do they try to fight today...?"

...

You feel yourself getting dizzier and dizzier as you walk around the room silently.

One of your knees drops to the floor as a part of the hand you were using to cover your mouth now becomes filled with blood.

You begin puking vomit, blood and even some smaller bones and organs.

You begin crying blood.

The whole room turns red.

...

"I must make them pay twice as much, might as well put the knife away..."

...

A disturbing silence fills your head as you momentarily stop puking blood.

Your thoughts become disrupted after a few moments as you hear the same voice, but way louder.

...

"NOW I USE POWER TOOLS, HOW ABOUT NOW, ARE YOU IN THE SHOWER?!

SCOUR YOU FOR 6 HOURS UNTIL THE OUTAGE OF POWER OUTLETS!

HOW DID YOU FIGURE OUT I WAS DOWN IN YOUR BASEMENT?!

HOLD ON, YOU MUST HAVE JUST HEARD THE SOUND OF MY STOMACH GROWLING FROM DOWN THERE!"

...

You begin to scream once more.

Nothing.

Blood keeps pouring out of every part of your body, but you feel nothing.

Not a single good thing.

Not a single bad thing.

You feel empty...

Physically and mentally...

You feel dead.

Suddenly, a figure appears in front of you.

It's a direct replica of the person you fear the most.

Your worst nightmare and the reason you're trapped in this world.

It begins whispering, but it slowly becomes louder and louder.

...

"Prowler, there's no one fouler...

Bounded, that's how they found you...

Facedown in the tub I drown you with piles of downers around you...

Such nostalgia and such power...

Such prowess...

Look how you cower..."

...

The figure quickly changes its tone to something that sounds a lot...

Goofier.

Funnier.

Real.

...

"Jump out on you now like I was Jawa from fucking Star Wars!

Jabba the Hutt, beddy-bye-bye, beddy-bye-bye..."

...

This doesn't last long, though.

...

"It's time to die-die.

Ought to not even bother to scream, it doesn't even matter!

Amazing when grazing skin with these razor blades I wave at you!

Not your everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water."

...

You stop bleeding temporarily, but you doubt it's because your wounds are healed.

You begin to realise you don't have any blood left to bleed.

Now you're powerless, standing in front of one of the many things you despise.

The figure intensely begins waving its sharp axe around.

...

"Nothing like Son of Sam so please understand there's no gun in hand...

Where's the thrill in the hunt, there's no fun in that, here I come with my axe!

FUN TO ACT LIKE A LUMBERJACK WHEN I'M HACKING THEM UP WITH THAT.

DIAL 9-1-1...

I THINK SOMEONE'S COMING IN FROM THE BACK!"

...

You suddenly feel a very sharp object piercing your destroyed spine.

You collapse with no intentions of ever standing up again.

Your head slams into the wooden floorboards as your vision becomes blurry and you see the figure crouching towards you.

It begins cutting you up, small piece by piece.

For some reason, you're still alive.

You can feel...

EVERYTHING.

You can't hear a thing...

Except for the fourth and final chorus playing in the back of your head as you get several flashbacks circling through your dying brain.

They say it takes around 7 minutes for the brain to stop circulating thoughts and emotions after the heart stops.

Well, don't worry.

...

It's been five minutes and twenty seconds.

...

*End of the one-shot!

Welp, there you go, something new!

Hope you all enjoyed it, gonna get back on the Revolution chapters soon enough, I am currently sick, so I'm gonna take some time off to recover!

Thank you for reading!*