4. Dark
Despite all appearances, I am not an idiot. I have played one for many years now, but it seems that my senses have not dulled any. So, when Pat Cassels approached me with promise of chicken nuggets I had reason to be suspicious.
I did not want to break character, I had far far too much invested to suddenly fall out of place. My stupidity was expected, so I plastered my stupid grin despite my instincts telling me to deny his offer; and exclaimed with my characteristic "Ace, lead me to the noogs, faggot.", cringing inward at what I was saying. I didn't really have too much of an issue with Pat, he was just an insecure asshole that I liked to exploit.
Pat seemed to smile nervously when I answered, which made my instincts scream louder at me and I stood and followed him to the promise of endless noogs from the D's.
We did not get far when, from behind, a pair of hands grabbed me by the waist and another pulled a potato sack over my head. I scarcely had time to wonder why the hell someone would have a potato sack in the office, when a rope was tied around my arms securing them in place.
I kicked my legs and screamed unintelligibly, trying to escape the hold that was carrying my very easily to an unknown destination. I was scared, uncomfortable, and feeling smothered. Thankfully, I was put down after several minutes; though rather unceremoniously. I heard a door open, and felt myself pushed in roughly, as the thick sack was removed from my face: a fact that did not help my vision any. The room was completely black, there wasn't even a slit of light peeking in from beneath the door.
My stupidity may be fake, but my crippling fear of the dark is not. It is irrational, really, I am a grown and educated man I should not be afraid of what lies in the blackness. Perhaps it is the fact that in the dark I am left totally and utterly alone, a bitter and disturbingly familiar feeling. I feel as if in that blackness I can sense eternity.
I sensed this eternity now, and could not even find my voice enough to scream at first, I could not even breathe. My heart seized uncomfortably, and I shut my eyes as tight as I could to block out the blackness. This helped only marginally, and I was able to let out a loud wail that echoed loudly in the small closet and tears were warm against my face.
To be resolved in 005, Seeking Solace