Yuki's scream echoed in the hallway as Ying turned to see her young cousin not with her. "Yuki! Where is she?!" Leela turned to face Ying.
"Oh no! She must've ran off, we have to help her!" Leela exclaimed.
"Now now, I'm pretty sure she got scared of a bug…" Frederick tried to explain but Leela cutted him off.
"That wasn't a scream of a bug." Leela pointed out.
Yuki stumbled to try and get off the ground but couldn't, the twisted Beelzebot was getting closer to her with each step. Yuki screamed once more. "Get away from me!" Yuki shrieked at the horrific doppelganger as it snarled it's flashing metal bloody teeth at her. It's talon fingers widening and closing with a scissoring motion to them. Red saliva began to drip onto the carpeted floor. Yuki began to pant with each breath she took and kicked the thing in its face. It shrieked at her once more before using its claws to scratch her leg, making three deep ones to her knee then shin and shredding the pant leg and soaking the cloth.
Yuki winced at the pain and tried to get up but the stinging sensation was too much for her to bear and fell down, her bag jumping off her shoulder and landing next to her. The twisted robot's second mouth was beginning to make noise, Yuki saw that the mouth's teeth were circling and spiraling, making a faint noise of a chainsaw. It's going to eat me!
"Yuki! Are you okay?" It was her cousin's voice coming down the hallway and was by her side, the nightmarish robot disappeared. Ying gasped and looked at Yuki's injured bleeding leg. "Yuki, you're hurt! What happened?" Yuki quivered her lip and broke down in tears and cried into her shoulder.
Leela ran up to the two girls. "What happened? Is she okay?" Ying got up with the sobbing Yuki in her arms.
"She just got hurt, I think something scratched her." Leela looked at Yuki's leg and saw the red, blood soaked pant leg that was shredded with her bleeding injuries already there.
"We need to go to the hospital ASAP!"
In the doctor's office, Yuki sat on the table table with her hands around her red leg. The stinging sensation burned her skin and flesh as she looked at the scratches the twisted demon robot made. Leela and Yuki sat in separate chairs. "Yuki, how did you get cut? Was it an animal?" Leela asked, her hands were messing around with each other in angst. Yuki shook her head.
"It was much worse…"
"Can you tell us at least?" Yuki was about to open her mouth but nothing came out. They won't believe me that I saw a clone of Beelzebot. Just then, the door opened and a nurses' aide came out with light pink scrubs with colorful balloons on them, she held a check board close to her chest.
"Hello there, I'm your nurse for this evening…" The woman said in a calm tone as she closed the door. Yuki saw the nurse's ID badge with a clip on her scrub with her picture, the woman's badge readout Toni Cervone. Nurse Toni then kneeled to where Yuki's leg was and scanned it. "Well well well, what happened here? Did something scratch you by accident?" Yuki nodded. Toni then turned to Leela. "Well, the scratches here aren't deep enough to hit something fatal like a vein or arteries, but she'll need a few stitches it seems."
The nurse grabbed out a box of gloves and put them on. "I need to clean the wounds first with antiseptic to prevent infection." She kneeled once more and rolled up Yuki's pant leg, showing the scratches more revealed. She grabbed out a squeeze bottle and cotton balls and squirted the antiseptic on the balls, which soaked the medical liquid up. "This might sting a little bit." Toni warned Yuki.
Yuki yelped in pain as the antiseptic soaked cotton ball hitted the surface of one of the scratches. "Sorry!"
Yuki looked at the nurse. "It's okay, I've been hurt more than once." The nurse continued and finished cleaning off the scratches and threw away three bloodied cotton balls into a disposal basket. With her swiveling chair, she opened up a drawer and pulled out a thin needle in a plastic case. She opened it and pulled the cap off the needle and went back to Yuki.
"This would make you feel anything so I can stitch you up okay?" Yuki nodded and felt a tiny baby pinch as Nurse Toni pushed down the plunger and injected her with the anesthesia filled shot. Toni pulled out the needle and threw it away.
"Okay Miss Yuki, I need to know whether or not the anesthesia took effect," The nurse then pressed her gloved thumb on the skin, Yuki didn't feel her gloves.
"I don't feel it," Yuki said. "I don't feel your thumb."
The nurse then grabbed out a curved needle and a very thin thread.
Outside the emergency room, Amy and the rest of the gang were outside the dark evening sky, the emergency building was the only thing that lit up in their distance. Francis was glaring at Amy in disapproval.
"I still cannot believe you went in there! Yuki got hurt ya know!" Amy let out an annoyed huff.
"Well at least she didn't get killed!" Amy pointed out, her tone harsh. "It wasn't my choice to go in there! I got dragged into this."
"Oh yeah sure! Blame, blame, blame! That's what you practically do all damn day I'm sure!"
"You were the one who followed us into this mess!"
"Your girlfriend was the one to agree to a fucking child to go inside a dangerous house!"
Robot Devil piped up; "Both of you stop it! It was both of your fault!" Francis and Amy looked at Beelzebot, whose face was in pure fury. "You two need to settle this like adults! You're basically shouting at each other like a bunch of four-year-olds!" Amy crossed her arms and leaned against Leela's truck.
"He's right, it was both of our fault that Yuki got injured, we need to grow up."
Francis glare went down. "Yeah…"
The automatic door opened and all three girls came out, Yuki was in bandages but seemed to be walking perfectly. Leela went up to the group, "She just needed a few stitches, but the doctor warned not to get her bandages wet and change it daily." Ying helped Yuki into Leela's truck and shut the door.
"Leela, Yuki said that she's tired. Can we go home now?" Ying bothered Leela. Francis shook his head.
"It's late, almost eleven at night, we need to go to a motel to rent out a room for tonight and get some sleep." Francis turned to Leela. "Maybe find one that is not booked…"
Francis turned the key to their motel room and pushed it open, Ying carried the sleeping Yuki in her arms as they entered into the room. There, two yellow beds in the color of beach sand stood out and neatly prepped. A couch of a forest green was up against the wall along with a big television standing on a drawer.
"It ain't much but it's worth it." Francis sat down on one of the beds. Ying then settled down Yuki onto the bed, careful not to wake her up.
"Me and Amy will take the couch," Leela offered, "Fry where will you sleep?"
Suddenly, Fry took a thin blanket from one of the beds. "I'm okay sleeping on the floor." Fry said. "I just need a pillow." Ying took one off her and Yuki's bed.
"You can have this one Fry, it's not in use anyway."
"Cool, thanks." Fry said and putted the pillow on the floor. They then heard a gasp and saw Yuki wide awake and looking around panicked.
"Where is my bag? I had it with me!" Yuki exclaimed and looked under the bed. "Oh no, I must've left it back at the house! We have to go back there!"
Beelzebot sat on the other bed. "Yuki we can't, it's late and us adults are tired…"
"But...But…"
"Oh it's alright, we'll be back there tomorrow afternoon when we leave okay?" Yuki sulked.
"Okay…"
Later that night, around one a.m., six people were asleep except for Fry, he was wide awake and not on the hard floor he had called a bed. He sat up on the floor and got up, his flannel rustled against the pillow and thin blanket. Fry then scanned around the room. Everybody's asleep. He stood up, standing in the dark with the sliding down of their second door making light from the full moon. The light beamed on the floor for Fry to see perfectly. I need to get Yuki's bag and return it to her. Fry spotted Leela's truck keys gleaming on the desk drawer, shining on the moonlight.
Slowly, Fry tiptoed on the floor to the desk drawer that was in between Francis and Yuki's beds. He had to make sure not to wake them up or else he will get in trouble and he had to make an excuse for himself. As he settled his foot down on a floorboard, the board creaked loudly. He looked around quickly and only Yuki turned around on her side of the bed on her other side.
Fry continued to tiptoe until he snatched the keys from the drawer, making a slight jingle to them but not too loud for them to wake up all six people. Fry took the keys and placed them in his flannel pocket and went to the door and grasped the knob. Fry looked back at the sleeping Leela before he mouthed: "Sorry Leela…"
Fry opened the mansion door and let out a huff of exhaustion before closing the door. The stale air was humid and was already making Fry sweat, he walked down the hallway and made a left turn, showing a hallway with only one window. Under the light of the window Yuki's bag slumped against the wall of the hallway.
"Yuki's bag!" Fry quietly cheered before pacing and falling to his knees and pulled the zipper. Need to make sure that everyth- "What the-'' His train of thought was gone and only showed an empty bag with nothing but a helmet and flashlight. Where are the plushies?! Fry thought and began to rummage through the bag. No plushies were there, Plushbun and Plushbear were gone.
Fry heard the sound of feet scurrying down the hall behind him quickly and turned around to only see a dark abyss. Fry grabbed out Yuki's flashlight and turned it on, bright beams helped him only to see nothing. He then aimed his flashlight at a few droplets of a thick red liquid that he couldn't identify, the liquid seemed to bubble up the surface and not soak below the carpet floor. Fry reached out and touched the liquid, it had the consistency of a thin slime.
What the…? Humans bleed watery blood, not a thick blood. Fry then rubbed it between his fingers, his fingertips painted with red. It's saliva! Bloody saliva! Fry then heard a chuckle above him and shined the flashlight to the ceiling. Plushbun was grasping the ceiling with the back of his head facing Fry before turning his head like an owl, his eyes burning from the light shown on him.
Fry gasped as the plush released his sharp nails from the ceiling and landed on Fry's face, it chuckled as it dumped on Fry who screamed as the bunny began to attack him. The nails were digging onto the sides of his face with its mouth trying to bite his face. Fry struggled to get the bunny off of him and kept grabbing onto his body and pulled him away. Fry then grabbed Plushbun's claws and pried them away from his face before grunting as he threw the bunny on the ground who quickly ran off into the dark.
Fry gasped in terror and began to hyperventilate as sweating leaked down on him. His face began to draw blood from five little holes on each side of his face. "What the hell?!" He screamed in the empty mansion. Fry felt hot rancid air blowing on his neck and was dragged away from the hallway, screaming in horror. The flashlight he carried was out of his hands and fell to the floor, its beam of light flickering before dying.
"Hey Yuki, check this out!" Ying exclaimed while four of the adults were grabbing breakfast from the motel kitchen, Yuki and Ying were sitting on their bed with the television on. Which Ying switched to the locals news. Yuki was brushing her teeth and spitted out the foamy mint paste from her mouth and ran into the room.
"What? What is it?"
"Just watch."
"In other news," Linda said. "Local police found another victim the other night in the valley of small town Silver Star. The murder victim was found floating in Silver Star's swimming lake which was now closed due to investigation. The body was found by a local fisherman who saw the body and immediately called 9-1-1, thinking that the victim drowned. The victim was none other than twenty-six year old Nathen Scott; Silver Star's mechanical engineer who was brutally murdered and was reported missing four days ago. Silver Star police department is now teaming up with the New York police department."
Ying shutted off the TV and turned to Yuki. "It's getting more and more worse Yuki, that's five murders now." Ying said and set the remote down. "I wonder if the others know already about this."
Yuki looked at Ying. "Hey Ying, did you know what happened with Fry? He wasn't here this morning."
"Maybe he just went out for a walk Yuki." Ying suggested without thought. Both cousins then saw Leela rushing to the backdoor and quickly opened it, Leela was out of breath and looked worried. "What's wrong Leela?"
"It's Fry! I thought he only went on a walk but I saw that my truck was missing! He must've took it to retrieve Yuki's bag back from the Don's mansion!"
"What?!" Yuki exclaimed, "Fry is in danger! We have to get him out of there!"
"Yuki it's too dangerous for you! You got injured there remember?! And that was last night!" Ying then heard the sound of a car honking its horn for Leela and Leela ran to the front door quickly. "Don't worry, when we find Fry, we'll come straight back to the motel okay?" Leela turned to Ying. "Ying, you're in charge now. I need you to take care of Yuki for us okay? We need someone we can depend on." Ying nodded. "Good," Leela pulled the door open and slammed it.
Ying turned to Yuki afterwards. "Finish brushing your teeth, we're going somewhere for extra help."
"Where?"
"You know what I mean by 'where.'"
Fry woke up with a painful groan as hot white light was flashing in his mind. Humid air was growing hot on his face with sweating leaking down the dried bloodied face. God...where am I…? Fry felt a wave of nausea hit him repeatedly as he went ahead and opened his eyes. He remembers himself trying to get Yuki's bag only to get attacked by Plushbun who almost mauled his face. Then, a figure came at him and dragged him away.
Fry then tried to inhale a breath of air into his nose only to be hitted quickly by the smell of something decomposing somewhere in the room, Fry backed away quickly and gagged. His nose was dripping with mucus. Fry then looked around the room, but he couldn't see anything, only the light bulb above in the middle of the room was showing a triangle of light.
He then hunched his back and tried to stand up but couldn't and failed. He looked down and saw his feet tied up with thick heavy-duty rope around his ankles. He tried to also see if he could get his hands free, only to shriek in pain for a quick second and stopped. Something was poking at his wrists like sharp needles, Fry could feel his own blood dripping down his hands. Fry leaned back and huffed out exhausted sighs. The air was now hot which bothered him, he could smell his own stench of fear and frustration.
Fry did a sharp inhale and stood still when he heard the sound of an old door opening and closing. "Who's there?!" Fry demanded, only to hear the response of a low chuckle.
"I hope you didn't try and wring your hands free." It was the voice of a man, who's tone sounded disapproved and familiar.
"Who's there?! Show me your face!" A fearful Fry demanded, already cowering with his ankles and wrists tied. The door to the room opened and shut with a couple of footsteps until Fry's kidnapper was under the light bulb, it was Frederick. In his usual security guard outfit. Frederick smiled at Fry in a eerie way while he reached out in the dark and grabbed out a stool and sat on it, still making contact with Fry.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Fry said, his nerves triggering an automatic wisecrack. "Don't trust strangers, my mom warned." Although Fry didn't find this funny, but the words coming out of his mouth without any input from his brain. He tried to move his wrists once more, but the pain was aching and throbbing sharply.
"I said don't wring your hands free," Frederick said. Fry opened his mouth to try and answer back, but his tongue died of a smart remark. Fry closed his mouth when he saw the guard's face, the same disapproving expression that Frederick had always had. Frederick chuckled at the red headed male before Fry responded.
"What kind of a serial killer's name is Frederick?" Fry said, his voice coming out like a trembling croak.
"I told you not to wring your wrists free, Fry," he said calmly. "It's not an order, but rather a friendly reminder. Do you know what I strapped your wrists in?"
"Your girlfriend?" Fry said, and Frederick made a thin curve of a smile.
"You're amusing but no," Frederick said with distaste. "It's a type of rope I designed myself with my own hands. You see, I attached the rope to a wall which has a hook to it. The rope itself has barbed wire and nails inside the rope, making you feel pain every time you try to wiggle free. If so, the rope will tighten itself making the nails and spikes of the wire puncture your skin and make you bleed, which would lead you to only two bloody stumps where your hands should be."
Frederick's raised eyebrow looked amusing to Fry. "You're joking right?" Fry said, a smirk was on his face. "Is this some kind of Saw movie?"
Frederick chuckled, "I wish but no…" Frederick stood up and leaned his arm into the darkness and pulled out a thick piece of rope with barbed wire coiled around the rope with nails sticking out. He then walked towards Fry and held it out to him, the rope was so close to his face that Fry couldn't focus his eyes on it.
"This is the same kind of rope I tied your wrists with, Fry." Frederick instructed. "Watch…" Frederick then tried to straighten out the rope by stretching it, the nails in the rope were growing and sticking out further. Fry winced back and straightened himself to the wall, making Frederick smile at the scared man. "That'll happen when you don't listen to me. Do I make myself clear now Fry?"
Fry immediately nodded without hesitation. "You know, that rope you're tied up with is very old and worn out, it might take almost no hand movement at all in order to not get yourself killed but…" Frederick then sighed. "What's the whole point about this anyway? You know very well I'm just going to kill you just like I did with the others."
Others? Fry thought, his mind turning numb with fear and terror. A chuckle was heard from Frederick.
"You know...the sooner you'll keep struggling, the sooner you'll get killed by me. All those murders you saw on the news…" Frederick then did a small laugh, which Fry was paranoid about. "All those murders...those were from me…" Fry looked and examined Frederick; he had only normal teeth and nails along with other features that only make him seem friendly.
"How…?"
Oh...it's very easy. First, I'll attack you with my claws until you cry in pain and beg for me to stop. You can feel your own blood soaking your damaged and shredded clothing. You finally pry your fleshy body away from me. You run and run but it's no use, I'm faster than you and you get knocked to the ground again. This time, I grab hold of your knees and force them to bend backwards, your skin will be torn up with your leg bones sticking out from the back as you yell for help. But nobody comes for you…
"Second, I'll rip out your tongue which will make you suffocate in your own blood. While pinning you down, I claw out your eyes and then take a bite out of your own neck, squirting blood everywhere. After I'm done doing that, I then rip open your stomach with my claws while you suffer from unbearable pain that'll make you wanna end yourself. And then...your wish comes true as I bite off your front skull with a chunk of brain sticking to it." there was a faraway look in his eyes, and Fry knew with a chilling certainty that Frederick wasn't predicting. He was reminiscing.
"How-" Fry's voice broke, he then tried again. "How do you know that?" He managed a raspy whisper. Frederick met his eyes and smiled widely.
"Because under this security guard…" Frederick started. "Is not who I say I am…" Frederick then leaned down to Fry and pointed at the right side of his face. "See this?" Frederick was pointing at a small line next to his ear. Fry gasped, he watched as Frederick then put his fingers in the line, which then drew red blood down his cheek. With a grunt, Frederick then pulled out a silver disc in the size of a dollar coin being held out in his bloody fingers.
"Wh-What is that?" Fry shakily said.
"These are illusion discs," Frederick pointed out. "The disc employs a high-pitched frequency, just outside the normal range of human hearing. This frequency is used to overload the human brain, changing the listeners perception of whatever the emitter wants them to see." Fry then heard a high-pitched ringing so loud that he wanted to cover his ears but couldn't due to the trap rope.
"This…" Frederick had his thumb on the disc's switch. "Is my true form Fry." A small click was heard and the ringing stopped, but Fry's vision soon became a fuzzy blur and he tried to adjust his eyes. Frederick was now a blurry blob, but then a figure was now in Frederick place. Fry then shuts his eyes tightly. "It may take some time to adjust." A glitchy voice said. Fry then darted his eyes open to only see him in shock and gasped loudly.
Under the beam of light, Francis was under there but he was different and terrifying. The clamping unit had much darker bronze color than Fry's other Francis. From where his clamps used to be only to be replaced by two black sharp hands with four fingers on each of them. His mouthplate was missing only to have sharp metal teeth showing and glowing with a shine. The metal chest compartment was also missing. The riveted scar that was below his right eye was reopened and was leaking oil. The other Francis had two different colored eyes, one was a perfectly normal yellow cyber eye while the other one was black with a yellow pupil.
Fry, who was still in shock, managed to speak the tiniest word for himself to hear. "Francis…?"
The other Francis smiled, showing his teeth, only to have Fry see he had actually four rows of them deep inside his jaws and mouth. "Yes Fry?"
Fry jolted back. "You're...You're not Francis." Fry hissed.
The twisted Francis chuckled. "Oh I am Francis, just a different one I suppose you can say." His sharp black hands intertwined each other. Fry was shaking, trembling in fear as the different colored eyes were staring intensely at him. They burned through the dark under the light. A rattle was heard from twisted Francis. He's sighing...the clone is sighing…! Twisted Francis then straightened his back. "Fry…? Can you tell me where your friends are?"
Fry glared at him. "Over my dead body you son of a bitch!" The twisted Francis clicked disapproving at Fry and then stood up and walked over to a light switch.
The twisted Francis then had a black pointy sharp finger above the switch. "Maybe you should watch what you say to me." He flicked it down and the whole room appeared. The room was splattered with blood along with bodies of mangled up victims propped up against the wall like mannequins. Fry's eyes squandered around the room. The bodies were mangled in different ways; two bodies had their arms and legs missing with their eyes missing and blood was raining down the cheeks. Eight heads were on wooden stakes, four of each were standing against the wall. And above the door, showed the screaming face of one of his victims, Charles.
"Now then," the twisted Francis sighed. "I'm going to ask you again; Where are your friends?" Fry shook his head, still gasping in terror. "Alright, you asked for it." Suddenly, Fry looked over at him and was immediately trying to struggle away. Below the twisted Francis' empty chest compartment, a screeching sound was heard from below the stomach and saw a second sharp mouth with a demonic silver tongue stick out and it was snarling while drooling black saliva. His jaw then opened revealing his four rows of sharp teeth. The back row of teeth, the fourth row, then began to move and came out of the twisted Francis' mouth like a snake or worm. The teeth were chomping and snarling also.
Fry screamed, and he tried to struggle once more but the rope tighten his wrists so he stopped. He had to give up their location.
"We're...We're staying at Joey's place!" He obviously lied to him, the snarling stopped but the snake-like mouth and second mouth were still there. The twisted Francis walked up to Fry and bent down to meet his level, his hands behind his back.
"Is that a truth or lie?" The twisted clamping unit asked.
Fry nodded quickly. "Y-Yes…?" The smile that was on the horrific robot's face faded away and turned into a frown.
"Liar!"
Suddenly, Fry heard something pattering and looked up on the robot's shoulder and saw his hand like a shape of a spider, the other Francis revealed behind his back that one of his black sharp hands was missing. The hand then lunged itself onto Fry's neck and firmly begin to squeeze his neck, blocking Fry's windpipe and causing Fry to gasp for air.
"Can't-breathe-!" Fry choked out gasping.
"That was a lie you told me," The other Francis coldly said. "Now where are your friends?" Fry couldn't breathe or speak, the dismembered black hand was squeezing so hard that Fry thought it was going to block his arteries. Using one of its fingers, the index, the black hand was not only choking him, it then pressed it's sharp finger on Fry's Adam's apple. Fry was trying to scream but he couldn't, his vision was almost fading to a black as the hand's finger was sharp and blood began to draw from his neck.
"I'm getting very impatient with you Fry...where are your friends?!"
With his last breath, Fry wheezed out the truthful location; "We're at a motel…" The hand then let go of Fry's neck. Fry let out a large inhale of breath before gasping. The hand then scurried across the floor back to its owner, the twisted Francis picked it up and jammed the hand back to his wrist. Fry looked up at the robot, who had half of his body out the door.
"Don't move…" the robot repeated before slamming the door shut, leaving Fry alone in the red bloody full of the twisted robot's victims decomposing corpses.