A Darkness in Mind 6 - or 'This Horror World is way more scarier with its Lewdness' (Semi-Lewd Horrorverse SI)

This chapter was commissioned by: KnightofMor of QuestionableQuesting

How the hell am I still alive?

This was the only thought I had as I woke up. I know, quite 'talkative' and self-explanatory but… I had been shot in the head. And now I was fine. Sorta. My body felt sluggish, tired- sore. My head was in no better shape as I felt a massive headache cripple any other thought.

Then again, the bullet that had previously swam inside my head and currently littered the ground may be to blame for this very troublesome development. Still… I survived a headshot. That was… terrifying. And good. And scary. I couldn't exactly make sense of the scrambled brain I got at the moment.

Only instinct remained, and I grunted tiredly as I pulled myself up from the ground. Dizzy, confused… and yet 'guided'. I felt something soothing, teasing my intellect and calling upon me as I felt my gaze 'forced' to see quite the fun shrine. It was a new-looking Michael Myers' mask. Similar to the one sold at the shop, but… it was matched by an old mechanic's jumpsuit.

…Michael's jumpsuit.

In the new timeline, Michael obtained his old mask, but not the jumpsuit- it wasn't as memorable, but I could tell it was… 'fitting'. On me. Oddly so, a strange idea started to creep in my head. Silent but tempting, sinister yet reasonably so.

They wanted Michael? They wanted the Shape? I will give them the fucking Shape. But I will not give them the one that they were 'aware' of Michael. I will give them something far worse.

I was angry, I was furious and the moment my hands trailed the immaculate mask, I just felt… a craving. It was strong, it was vicious and it confirmed my suspicions on how I survived the bullet. I had something like Michael.

The chance to harness some sort of power to be a bit above others, but it also drew me into murderous feelings. So yeah, not exactly a good news, but far from a bad one.

Giving another look around in this little storage tent I had been left to be, with a shovel and the bag they used to carry me there still around but… no bastard cop of the cult kind to take care of just yet.

There was, however, my stuff too to rely on. And the Assault Rifle was still there.

Yes, I was going to give them hell and more.

It was surprisingly easy how 'fitting' the thing was on my frame, the only issue being how 'baggy' it was around my limbs as Michael was built physically stronger than I was. But where I lacked in physical skills, I made up with a vicious understanding of how to play the role and capitalize on this limitation.

As I put on the mask, I felt a degree of 'mental clarity'. It was as if the thing suddenly healed my brain but prioritized my deep need to slaughter those that were trying to do some bad shit at the moment.

I retrieved a knife that had been left there, which looked to be one of those used for kitchens, quite fitting for Michael, and then… moved to deal with the trouble.

I picked up the bag with the gun plus some of the car keys left there once I had to leave as I doubted we were anywhere near town as I left the tent and found myself staring at… well a small camp set up in the middle of nowhere.

Despite the large settlement, it didn't take me long to track down the source of some shouting and crowd's cheering. A battle had just ended, the signs were there for anyone to see. Maria was the loser, and the victor was…

…is that fucking Corey!? Dear Lord, he sure looks like he went the deep end with that deranged expression and overall outfit. Oh well, he was going to do for now.

I started to approach, slowly, taking on the role of being the Boogeyman. And as people noticed my approach, I felt a single shocked voice call out in a terrified tone.

"...Michael?"

I didn't speak, I didn't use my voice. Actions were to speak louder in these circumstances. And Corey was… quite frightened. Frightened and angry. A very bad cocktail of emotions to have stirring within your head, so much that it was known to be the 'cocktail of fuck-ups'.

Hence why I was not surprised when the little shit just started to approach me, bile stirring in his throat as he tightly held his knife to himself. He was pacing fast, upset and terrified… while I just dropped the bag and merely started to walk towards him. Calm, lacking any fear as I felt the 'whisper' getting incredibly clever with the plan it was providing me.

One moment I saw him lunge forward, knife rushing towards my chest and… the next one, he was stopped and almost tripped when I caught his hand by the wrist and broke it.

He screamed in pain, letting his knife fall… right into my waiting palm as I grabbed it by the hilt and then slammed both blades into his chest. He tensed up, trying to push me away and… I allowed him to do that, after I was done stabbing where his lungs were for a while.

Corey started to cough blood, another distraction as I just stepped back forward to rekindle the confrontation. I stabbed him in the collarbone and the left armpit at the same time. He tried to push me away again, but I proved to be far too strong for him. Instead, I pushed him to his knees and, as he struggled to recoil from the pain, I decided to end him.

'Killing' him the normal way would warrant a Recharge Period. Which was not good as I wanted him dead for good. Now, there were a few ways to achieve it- some clean ones, some dirty ones and some of which I couldn't do with what I had on myself. Still, one of the ideas prevailed out of bloodlusted curiosity than anything else at the moment.

As I let go of the knives, I proceeded to grab him by the chin and, while keeping him stuck down to his knees, I started to pull his head up.

He panicked, realizing what was up as I put a lot of might into that move and tried to struggle out of it but he was too weak and I was too strong.

The test to see how bullshit supernatural strength of the pseudo demonic kind could get proceeded smoothly through this. And, as his growling turned into blood curdling screams for me to stop, I knew I was getting somewhere, especially when I felt something crack in the process and it wasn't me.

Finally, I felt the resistance to my attempt falter as I finally pulled his head up and decapitated him with my bare hands. A shocked look persisted in his face while his body fell on the ground, soon to be lifeless.

I dropped Cory's head on the ground shortly after, staring at the messy and bloodied result that had stained the jumpsuit. Those stains were sure going to take a helluva of an effort to get removed.

If I kept this shitty thing anyway.

That thought snapped me some more from my bloodlust, enough to realize that the 'whispering' had a shitty plan- I mean, the group that was now approaching in a somewhat reverential manner didn't have anything to defend themselves and would be easy targets for a brutal knifing session… but I was planning to do something a bit less respectful and direct than that.

Ignoring the praises hurled at me by the cultists, thinking I was Michael reborn, I walked up to my bag and, without anyone suspecting a thing, retrieved the gun. I have to say that it felt odd how 'whiny' the 'whisper' had gotten.

It was tapping into my rip and tear mood, but I was really not planning to let any of them run away. The chase gave a thrill to the 'whisper', but it was a rather wasteful behavior since we couldn't afford that shit.

Confusion and then panic- those were the last emotions felt by the victims of a rapid-fire shooting. I spared no one in that butchering and I made sure no survivors would make it out of that slaughter.

As I finished the second ammo mag, I felt relief as I could tell that I took out the entire group at once. No more cult of bullshit to create issues on this side of Illinois. I put the gun back inside the bag, turning my attention to Allyson. The girl was still bound, eyes wide open at this sudden turn of events… but was reasonably horrified when I started to approach.

I soon was over her and… proceeded to remove the mask. Confusion slowly sank in her expression and I nodded.

"I am sorry you had to see this. But a drastic action was needed with… these people," I remarked truthfully. "I've been investigating this issue for a while. They were part of a pseudo-satanic cult that will now no longer cause any issues to you."

"W-Why?" She muttered in shock. "A-Are you going to-"

"No more killing. You are free to go and…" I paused, fishing out one of the car keys I stole from the storage tent. "Use this to get a vehicle and leave."

"W-What?"

"Just… just trust me. Leave, when the cops find you tell them that you saved yourself by stealing a car. Don't mention me, do you understand?"

"...Y-Yes. I… I don't fully understand but… thanks?"

I merely nodded, untying her as she got off the little altar she had been stuck on for a while and merely watched her leave before realizing that I wasn't truly alone.

Maria was there, silently watching me as I saw something of a morbid fascination.

I approached her kneeling form. Unsure what to do with her as I didn't feel really murderous towards her. In fact, as I removed the mask, I pretty much felt the need to kill had vanished. And now I had the Post-Murder Clarity to deal with as there was a lot of cleaning up and I didn't want to bury anything. We were on some grass, and there had to be some tanks of gasoline around so… I turned to Maria with a questioning look.

"Do you know where the fuel tanks are?" "Marry me~!"

"You what?"

"M-Marry me~. It was- it was so wonderful. The way you tore into them without losing it and- and the way you just beat the urge- it was- it was~"

…Was she orgasming? Yep, she is climaxing on the spot. Wowie, what a murderous mess.

Now, that should be a warning to not have her tag along with me but… I really didn't want to waste too much time doing the clean up on my own so…

"Look, how about we make a deal," I offered, the girl's full attention back to me. "You help me burn up the place and the corpses, and you get to tag along with me in this aimless trip of mine."

"...And?"

"And what?"

"...Marriage?"

I sighed. "Do you even know how marriage work?"

"Yeah… husband and wife."

"And?"

She looked at the ground. "And that's all."

"I will give you a counter-offer then. I will let you study how marriages really work as I can tell you have been purposely rendered illiterate on the matter."

"...What's an 'illiterate'?"

She was quite stunted in that department, that much I could see without much thinking behind it, but Maria was quite good and methodical in getting things done right when it came to get things ready to clean up the place of our presence.

She helped me move some cars thanks to the keys we found on the corpses of the cultists, poured enough gasoline all over the perimeter and the area of the settlement, and then lit the match as we left with the lone car we retrieved.

A SUV with plenty of space to pack any money, jewelry and precious things found in that camp that could be good to sustain ourselves for a while.

A happy smile was on her face as I snatched one of the phones there that had no password, formatted it, and gave it to her to use however she wanted. It was the kind of distraction I needed to not face the full brunt of a 'loving psychopath staring at me as creepily as possible'. And as we left Haddonfield for good, we moved to our next destination.

Indiana, a place where there were no known modern horrors to worry about. Hopefully.


AN

John forgets that remakes are a thing and changes can happen to have some 'old stories' happen in modern times~. But first! A SCP-related monster is chasing the 'fun human' that caused a big mess with the organization and was responsible of freeing her and many others in the facility.