Horror Darcy Fic.
My attempt at a scary little fic.
It involves Darcy from the Thor films in a frightening situation.
Rated PG. 693 words. Un-betaed.
Fic is below the cut. Enjoy!
“Why am I doing this?” Darcy asked herself again. She muttered it under the breath, not that there was anyone there to hear her.
She was moving through a dark forest, unsure of exactly where she was. The sound of her footsteps crunching through dry leaves and underbrush filled her ears, along with the sound of her breathing and a low thrumming in the background that she guessed - hoped - was just an echo of her heartbeat. The woods were otherwise quiet. Darcy guessed that the sun had set over an hour ago. Other than crickets, she couldn’t hear any nocturnal animals. Maybe they avoided this place for a reason.
“Waaargh! WHY Am I doing this?!” She was whining now, stamping her feet like a child. As if it was going to make things better.
She was armed only with a flashlight and a video camera. There was a need to document this. There was something in these woods - something bad. Something that gave the atmosphere a rather dangerous edge. It was a predator, and an apparently notorious one at that. Others had seen it before, and had left clues behind. Darcy’s self-appointed mission was to collect these clues, and perhaps some video evidence of the monster, and to get out alive.
She was starting to have doubts she could achieve that last one. She wished someone was here with her. Someone of the super-human variety, preferably. “I bet Thor wouldn’t be scared of this place,” she muttered out loud. “Stupid woods. Stupid - ooh paper!”
She ran to a tree, having picked up something with her flashlight. It was stark white, almost shiny against the dark background. She plucked the piece of paper off the tree and read it.
“HELP ME” it said.
2/8
Darcy let out a scared little chuckle. Someone else had left that here, and they probably weren’t joking around.
She started to move on, but something felt off. The hair on her arms and on the back of her neck went up. She was being followed, she was sure of it, but she dared not look behind her. There was a building up ahead. It was low and small - she guessed it might have been a toilet block of some kind. Wasn’t this forest part of a national park? Maybe she should worry about bears?
Darcy laughed again, nervous. Nope, no bears would be in these woods. They’d all be too scared.
Part of her hoped she’d be safer in the building. A bigger part of her knew that was a foolish hope.
Inside the building, the walls and floor were paved in white tiles. Cracks and other sings of disrepair were evident. Darcy peeked carefully around a corner, hoping to find another piece of paper. Her light and camera panned across a small, dirty room. She gasped as she spotted another white square of paper and hurried over to it. This one had a crude scribble of a man on it.
“DON’T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU.”
“Oh God…” Darcy mumbled. Her heart was pounding. Her palms sweated as she collected the paper.
3/8
There was a sound behind her. She yelped and looked back. Nothing. Just the door she came through. It was the only way in, and the only way out.
Breathing heavily, she moved towards the door.
Her camera started to hiss with static.
She turned around the corner and came face-to-face with a monster.
It was tall, humanoid, like an extremely tall, thin man in a black suit. Its face was a blank, white void.
Darcy screamed.
The view through the camera went completely to grey static. Through the static, Darcy could see that white, featureless face close to hers.
And then she died.
There was a knock on the door and Darcy screamed again. She tore off her headphones and turned around as Jane poked her head into her dark bedroom.
“Playing Slender again?” Jane asked.
“Yes! No! Shut up!”
Jane giggled. “You’re going to get nightmares.”
“Will not,” Darcy argued. “Close the door.”
“Okay. Good night.”
Darcy sighed and turned back to her computer screen, trying to gather her courage for another go.
It involves Darcy from the Thor films in a frightening situation.
Rated PG. 693 words. Un-betaed.
Fic is below the cut. Enjoy!
“Why am I doing this?” Darcy asked herself again. She muttered it under the breath, not that there was anyone there to hear her.
She was moving through a dark forest, unsure of exactly where she was. The sound of her footsteps crunching through dry leaves and underbrush filled her ears, along with the sound of her breathing and a low thrumming in the background that she guessed - hoped - was just an echo of her heartbeat. The woods were otherwise quiet. Darcy guessed that the sun had set over an hour ago. Other than crickets, she couldn’t hear any nocturnal animals. Maybe they avoided this place for a reason.
“Waaargh! WHY Am I doing this?!” She was whining now, stamping her feet like a child. As if it was going to make things better.
She was armed only with a flashlight and a video camera. There was a need to document this. There was something in these woods - something bad. Something that gave the atmosphere a rather dangerous edge. It was a predator, and an apparently notorious one at that. Others had seen it before, and had left clues behind. Darcy’s self-appointed mission was to collect these clues, and perhaps some video evidence of the monster, and to get out alive.
She was starting to have doubts she could achieve that last one. She wished someone was here with her. Someone of the super-human variety, preferably. “I bet Thor wouldn’t be scared of this place,” she muttered out loud. “Stupid woods. Stupid - ooh paper!”
She ran to a tree, having picked up something with her flashlight. It was stark white, almost shiny against the dark background. She plucked the piece of paper off the tree and read it.
“HELP ME” it said.
2/8
Darcy let out a scared little chuckle. Someone else had left that here, and they probably weren’t joking around.
She started to move on, but something felt off. The hair on her arms and on the back of her neck went up. She was being followed, she was sure of it, but she dared not look behind her. There was a building up ahead. It was low and small - she guessed it might have been a toilet block of some kind. Wasn’t this forest part of a national park? Maybe she should worry about bears?
Darcy laughed again, nervous. Nope, no bears would be in these woods. They’d all be too scared.
Part of her hoped she’d be safer in the building. A bigger part of her knew that was a foolish hope.
Inside the building, the walls and floor were paved in white tiles. Cracks and other sings of disrepair were evident. Darcy peeked carefully around a corner, hoping to find another piece of paper. Her light and camera panned across a small, dirty room. She gasped as she spotted another white square of paper and hurried over to it. This one had a crude scribble of a man on it.
“DON’T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU.”
“Oh God…” Darcy mumbled. Her heart was pounding. Her palms sweated as she collected the paper.
3/8
There was a sound behind her. She yelped and looked back. Nothing. Just the door she came through. It was the only way in, and the only way out.
Breathing heavily, she moved towards the door.
Her camera started to hiss with static.
She turned around the corner and came face-to-face with a monster.
It was tall, humanoid, like an extremely tall, thin man in a black suit. Its face was a blank, white void.
Darcy screamed.
The view through the camera went completely to grey static. Through the static, Darcy could see that white, featureless face close to hers.
And then she died.
There was a knock on the door and Darcy screamed again. She tore off her headphones and turned around as Jane poked her head into her dark bedroom.
“Playing Slender again?” Jane asked.
“Yes! No! Shut up!”
Jane giggled. “You’re going to get nightmares.”
“Will not,” Darcy argued. “Close the door.”
“Okay. Good night.”
Darcy sighed and turned back to her computer screen, trying to gather her courage for another go.