The moment he stepped in his room he knew he Chapter one: The Room

would never call it home. The two doors on the left and right of the room and the closet in between them. His first thought was that he had to close both doors when he changed. There were no windows making him feel like he was in a prison. A prison of fear. He walked down the hall off to the right to check it out. He noticed a door off to the right of his bedroom. He walked in curious and felt anger and sadness to such an extreme he fell over. Lying on the floor tears welled in his eyes. He didn't know what was happening! He slowly stood up on shaky legs and wiped his eyes. Zach looked around the room. Clearly a girl had lived in here before because it was pink with a striped oval rug in the center of the room. He walked close to the bed and looked under. A face stared blankly back at him. He screamed and jumped back staring at the bed waiting for it to crawl untwisting itself to the sickening crack of bones popping back into place. He peeked under the bed again and there it was a 3-foot doll laying on its back. Zach pulled it out and noticed it was metal with hinges that looked like they once might have moved and twisted. He lifted it up surprised that it only weighed about five pounds. He brought it over to his dad who was in the garage.

"Hey Dad look what I found," Zach said.

"What is it," his Dad responded without turning around.

"What is it," his Dad responded without turning around.

"Wow look at that beauty," Zach's Dad took the 3-foot steel doll with a dog's head and set it on the work bench in the garage. He turned it over obviously searching for something.

"Hmmmmm… aw there it is," his dad said. He pressed a small black button on its nose and nothing happened.

"What," Zach said." What."

"I thought that the button I pressed would turn it on. I'll take a look at it tomorrow," His dad said.

"Okay I hope it still works it is kinda cool."

Zach walked out of the room. Straight into the kitchen. From the kitchen he walked down the left hallway to the master bedroom. He took a look around the room to see nothing exciting. He walked back down the hallway past the kitchen to the hallway that would have been on the right. Took a left to that awkward spot where the hallways leading to his room were on both sides but you could still walk forward past the hallways to the wall just on the opposite side of his rooms wall. He took the left hallway to his room the way that had the bathroom right next to his doorway. Only a half bathroom but it was still nice to have a bedroom right next to his room just in case. "He was twelve he wasn't going to pee himself in the night," he thought to himself. His room already had been set up with all his toys, drawing supplies, clothes, his bed, and alarm clock. He took a quick look at his alarm clock angry that the drive took three hours, and he wasted an hour getting his room set up correctly for it was now eight fifty-six. His dad would not let him stay up past nine fifteen on a school night, so he closed both doors to his bedroom and changed into his pajamas with his warm fuzzy cat socks. His cat Oswald wouldn't get here till tomorrow his dad didn't want him peeing on all their stuff. They had to get rid of his litter box for the move and hadn't bought a new one yet. He grabbed his sketchbook and opened it looking at all his past drawings. They were very detailed but had no color only pencil gray. His favorite drawing a bunny half costume half the costumes ripped away to reveal a barely recognizable bloody person trapped in the suit due to unknown reasons. It was dark, but he was proud of how detailed it was. It had taken him days doing each tiny little detail on the bloody side. That shows the person. He grabbed a pencil flipped the page and started working on his next drawing. He started with the shape of a humanoid chicken with some parts stripped away to reveal a metal exoskeleton with wires coming out. Zach looked at his clock not surprised to see it was 9:15. He was satisfied with the work he got done. He had the shape of it and started detailing the head. One eye had wires coming out of it the other one normal. The beak was unfinished but was looking good he closed his notebook as someone or something walked into his room.

Chapter 2: Mangled