False Hope
Title: False Hope
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: Everyone
Pairing: Baekhyun/Xiumin
Word Count: 5,521
Summary: Baekhyun is stuck in a house. Minseok is stuck in life, forever.
Warnings: Character death, blood, slight!horror.
Rating: PG-13
One
Where am I, Baekhyun gets up feeling the urge to vomit. He was going back from college when suddenly everything became black, and he woke up in a random room, probably shut. There are no doors and no windows. There is nothing.
It’s dark, there isn’t even any sign of light. There are no strong smells either, and there’s nobody around.
He wonders where he is again, trying to remember something that may be helpful, but nothing comes up. Maybe it’s just a hallucination or even a dream, who knows. There’s nothing he can do anyway. He tries to touch one of the walls, search for support and realizes that there’s blood on his forehead. It felt like sweat, so he didn’t even pay attention to it at first.
Maybe he’s being kidnapped, and if this is the case then it’s not good. He has parents who worry over him and he has friends, too. This isn’t the right time to die, not that there would ever be any appropriate time to die.
He finds the wall, but retracts his hand in fright. There’s a strange liquid on the wall, and it’s probably not water. It’s blood, he realizes after. Baekhyun panics, why is there blood on the wall, he asks himself over and over again. The room is probably full with blood and he’s still wearing one of his favorite clothes. It’s not the time to worry about his fashion, but he does anyway and just hopes it doesn’t do anything more than mark his white skinny jeans with red spots.
In the end, he settles for just waiting. There’s no way he’ll touch the walls again and no way he’ll search for the door right now. There’s no light and even if his eyes already got accustomed to the dark, he still doesn’t see anything.
So he waits, and after what may have been an hour and ten minutes - he counted, he doesn’t have much to do anyway - he hears a creak, the sound of the door opening. He has his back to the door and he debates if he should turn around and aim to run to the door and search for the main entrance, but he’s scared because doors don’t open themselves without someone’s help. This is crazy, he sighs.
He’s trembling slightly when he turns and is faced with an open door, with minimal yellow light coming from outside. It’s probably a hall, he murmurs. Something tells him that there are plenty of other rooms like this one.
He gets up - he had sat - and dusts dirt off his jeans. A man should at least die with dignity, or with good and fashionable clothes - but that was beside the point in this situation. So he goes and looks outside the room, the top of his head - of his light brown hair - showing as he looks around by the door. It’s empty and silent, and there isn’t any trace of someone opening the door or even walking on the red carpets outside.
He gets out of the room and fully opens the door. Turning around, he faces the room he was previously in and is terrified by it. There is indeed blood on the walls, but hanging on the wall anchored by a knife is a puppet. The puppet, surprisingly, has red hair - even if half of the hair has been torn off from the fabric and is on the bloodied floor - a shocking big and wide smile plastered on its face, and wears an expensive set of clothes. Baekhyun would probably be able to see its face if there wasn’t so much blood on it. It’s not crumpled or torn apart - except the hair - it’s completely fine and even perfectly sewn.
Baekhyun was never a puppet person; he preferred shopping and funny things. Definitely not puppets, he wouldn’t even go near one.
He takes a last glance at the dead (not that puppets are alive, but he has blood so yeah he could very well have been) puppet and looks the other way, not wanting to see that thing anymore. He takes a step ahead into the hall and starts looking for the main entrance, knowing very well that he has to get out of here. This place isn’t safe and he knows this is not going to end well. The sooner he gets out, the better.
So he walks, his footsteps echoing in the empty space he’s in and cameras following his every movement, and wonders if he’s in a game show. He’d like to be famous, but if it could’ve been in a less frightening place and if they’d at least informed him about it, he would be enjoying this as much as he would like to have fans. This means a lot.
He walks and walks, but nothing appears or happens so he decides to enter a room. Maybe it’s different from the one he was in previously, maybe it’s the one that’ll lead to the end of all this. So he settles for opening the room with the number 88 on it - all the room have numbers - and looks around with the help of the light from the hall.
There’s a single candle in the middle of the room, where a puppet - Baekhyun deduces what it is - has its back facing him. The room has no blood on one side, but it has dead animals instead - cats, dogs, a baby cow, frogs and some birds, Baekhyun noted. The flesh is appearing, the bones showing and the organs have several needles on them.
It’s disgusting, Baekhyun thinks and looks at the puppet’s back. He definitely didn’t expect the puppet to rotate its head and soon enough, it was facing Baekhyun. The eyes were missing and blood poured from its eye sockets. The hair was golden yellow, a rich color for a simple puppet - not that it was exactly simple. Baekhyun wondered if he should feel afraid. He hoped he won’t see more puppets, but knowing that there are probably plenty of them outside of this room, he was still frightened.
The puppet’s smile was wider than the previous one. It had a shape, a firm outline of its mouth and the smile he wore was sickening to the bone. Baekhyun felt sick, not because of the blood and neither because of the organs, but because the smile was so wide that he swears the puppet ate someone with the mocking teeth it has. It can’t see, but maybe it can eat.
Baekhyun turns around, closing the door behind. He should move on to another room. It’s not safe to stay there, who knows if the puppet will attack him - after it rotating its head, Baekhyun believes that everything is possible.
He still wonders why he’s here though, why not someone else? If he could, he would have gotten anyone near him to black out instead of himself and he would be eating ramyun at this rate. It’s probably a dark night out there; Baekhyun doesn’t know because there are no windows.
But he continues walking, until he reaches room number 77 at the end of the hall. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. The room is empty, with a square shaped door in the floor, probably to the basement or something like that. There’s no blood and neither is there a puppet. So he walks to the - what he calls door - and opens it by lifting the corners.
It’s dark, as expected and it’s deep, with a seemingly endless flight of stairs. He sighs, but enters it anyway and leaves the door open. Halfway along the walk downstairs, he hears the door closing with a loud crash of wood on wood. He shakes his head, so typical of a horror movie. This is not going to scare him like in those low-budget films, where the girl starts to cry and shout to open the door. Ha, Byun Baekhyun is better than this.
So, with the help of the walls around him, he continues walking downstairs. He sees a flicker of light, or probably just a single candle, judging from the strength of the light. He follows it and soon, he walks onto a bloodied floor. There are some random organs carelessly thrown over the floor, all dead and some with holes. Baekhyun avoids walking near them and prefers to walk on the blood puddles. He gives up on his shoes; he’ll just throw them away when he gets home, because they can’t be saved from all these red patches. At least they’re not his favorite pair, he thanks God that he had physical education in university today.
While walking in the candle’s direction, he steps on something that isn’t blood. It’s a puppet, with that sickening smile. This time, it has a pink flower stitched on its head, its light brown hair as new as it could ever be. The clothes have blood stains from the blood on the floor and the face is delicate - Baekhyun wonders how that’s even possible with that smile.
He ignores the toy and continues walking, but the thing gets stuck on the sole of his shoe and refuses to fall off. He reaches to take it away by its arm, but instead of letting go it holds Baekhyun’s finger, jumping from his shoe to his hand with its feet - what’s even crazier is that it was able to jump despite its legs being short. What the fuck, he thinks and shakes his head trying to get the puppet out of his sight and off from his hand. Baekhyun thinks he’s hallucinating, because the teeth of this puppet grow sharper and suddenly it bites his hand, his beautiful fingers included.
Baekhyun yelps in shock, how can a puppet bite him?!
His blood drips from his hand to the puppet’s teeth to the floor, mixing itself with the old blood there. Baekhyun doesn’t shout at it, neither does he yell anymore, it’s a damn puppet, it’s not even alive!
He just shakes it, even if the toy doesn’t seem to be going to let go soon. Baekhyun gets infuriated because his beautiful pianist fingers aren’t pretty anymore, so he punches the floor with the puppet on.
The toy at first seems unaffected by the punch, but after a while it lets go of his hand and lays lifelessly on the floor, with the sickening smile on. Its mocking teeth are covered in Baekhyun’s blood and Baekhyun’s hand has holes on because of the large bites, almost like a vampire’s bite - not that Baekhyun believes in vampires, no.
He shrugs, greatly disgusted by his own blood and follows the light. There’s a hall with the source of the light at the end, a single candle. Well, what a powerful candle it is - so powerful that Baekhyun could even see it from afar. He walks, and there’s nothing suspicious around so he continues walking. There are a couple of doors and he’s not - definitely not - going to open them, nope. Walking is tiring, he thinks and groans. Why the hell is the hall so long?! Baekhyun’s scared, because he may have been kidnapped or whatever that’s happening - it’s not a simple case after all, it’s not always that a puppet has teeth and bites. However he’s still fashionable and handsome. If he’s going to die, may the Gods of beauty be with him - even though he really doesn’t want to die.
Baekhyun gets tired midway, and decides to sit by the wall, sliding all the way to the floor - the hall’s really long, or at least to Baekhyun it is. He sighs; he just hopes he’s going to find the exit door soon. He breathes, sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking around. The hall is surprisingly clean, there’s not even dust on the floor. In contrast, Baekhyun thinks sadly, his flat is completely typical of a high school boy, though he’s already in university. It’s messy and filthy with clothes lying around and with empty beer and cola cans on the floor. If the wardrobe is untouched and clean, everything’s fine to Baekhyun.
Something moves at the corner of his eye and Baekhyun instinctively gets up and protects himself with both hands, looking at the moving thing. It’s a dead puppet apparently, it’s lying lifelessly on the ground but it has blood marks on it, just like all the other puppets he saw. Its skin tone is different from the others, it’s tanner and Baekhyun wants to laugh - not that he’s going to, not in the situation he’s in right now - he never liked people darker than him. Fair skin is appreciated, thank you very much.
The clothes are simple, a high school uniform from the local school. Baekhyun remembers the school from the walk from his university to his flat; it’s an expensive place - not one that Baekhyun’s parents could’ve afforded for him. Baekhyun’s impressed: even the puppet has good clothes. He wants to feel the material of it, so he gets near to the puppet and is about to hold it with his non-hurt hand. Before he can retract his hand, the puppet - not with its teeth but with its two hands - holds on Baekhyun’s finger and is lifted with it. Baekhyun gets angry, damn rich puppet even pretended to be dead!
Baekhyun shakes his hand and tries to get it off from his hand, but instead, it starts to make its way to his arm, then to his shoulder. Baekhyun tries to get rid of it, punching and slapping it, but none of that helps. The puppet bites him on the collarbone, leaving fresh blood dripping to the not-so-clean-anymore floor. Baekhyun panics, shaking his entire body, even slamming himself on the walls. The puppet suddenly falls on the floor and Baekhyun doesn’t need any other signal, he starts to run to the end of the hall.
Baekhyun’s sweating, even his clothes are a little torn apart and dirty with blood, and he just wants everything to stop and for him to go to his flat in peace and just eat the damn ramyun because that’s what he always does! When he turns around a corner at the end of the hall, he notices a piece of paper on the ground. He picks it up with his good hand and runs again. At the next corner he stops, breathes, sighs and opens the paper.
Run, you can’t stay here any longer. The collection is just getting bigger and nothing’s ending, you have to run, it reads.
The paper is yellowish and the paper has little droplets of dry blood. Baekhyun pales, his stomach doing funny things that just makes things worse. If there’s even a message lying around, he wonders how many people were in his place before. The paper seems old and the blood is dry - almost fading with the paper. Baekhyun just wishes he’s not going to end like this person probably ended.
Collection? What collection? Baekhyun wonders, he hopes it’s a candy collection or just porn DVDs. Maybe it’s talking about the puppets, not that puppets with teeth and smiles and eyes and expensive clothes are really cool to have as a collection, anything is better than this, he thinks.
With a heavy and pounding heart, Baekhyun proceeds to walks and search for the exit.
He wants to use the bathroom, he realizes. It’s been probably two hours since he’s awake and nature is calling him. Finding a random bathroom nearby, he enters and does his necessities. Pulling up the zipper of his pants, he’s about to exit the door when something bites him on the ankle. A fucking puppet again! Baekhyun swears he’s going to pass out because of excessive blood loss. The puppet has brown hair, simple clothes and its smile has an excessive curve upwards at the tips. It’s the simplest puppet out of all the five he saw. He shakes it, trying to get it away from him - he shouldn’t stay here anymore, he has to run and find the exit door from this hell and go to his heaven called convenience store.
The fuck?!, Baekhyun hisses. It doesn’t let go and if he shakes his legs, the puppet bites harder and Baekhyun swears he already losing his leg. It hurts it hurts it hurts, he chants in his head trying to get the pain to ease. Baekhyun loses his patience and slams his leg on the wall, even if it hurts like a bitch, and he sends the puppet down to the floor. It gets up quickly and its smile widens - which is crazy because its smile was already the widest of them all - and makes his way to hold onto Baekhyun to bite him again. Baekhyun doesn’t waste any more time, he dashes from the bathroom to the enormous hall - another hall - and runs. When he looks back, the puppet is waving with blood on its teeth, smiling like Cheshire by the bathroom door.
Baekhyun’s blood runs cold; he’s in deep shit right now.
Baekhyun contemplates if he should open one of the rooms and enter, it’s not like there isn’t going to be a puppet anyway - Baekhyun learnt that there were puppets everywhere, even in the halls and in the bathrooms. Fuck my life, he shakily opens the door numbered 94. The light is pink - he never saw pink lights until now - and the room has multiple child toys. There’s a trampoline in the center and he knows it’s not a good idea, but he still goes on it and starts to jump. The room has so many toys that it would be any kid’s heaven. Baekhyun jumps, he runs around and doesn’t see any puppets - maybe this room is an exception, he thinks.
But when he looks down to the floor, past the trampoline, there lays a dead puppet, blood dripping from its mouth - the sickening smile still there. He stops jumping, his child soul disappearing and his panic mood coming back. He stops completely, and gets off the trampoline, running to the door. He doesn’t want to stay there anymore.
He walks, looking around and making sure nobody - no puppets, he means - is following him. This is making Baekhyun paranoid, it must be a nightmare. First of all, puppets don’t have souls, neither do they move alone but oh well, Baekhyun just encountered magical puppets. They have teeth and they even bite. How is that even possible, Baekhyun wonders.
He stops in front of two big wooden doors at the end of the hall; it has a big 10 written on them and is beautifully structured - for such a scary house with dead and alive puppets.
He opens the door, just a little so he can enter. It’s large, there’s no light and it smells of old books and dried blood. If there’s even the smell of blood, there must’ve been a lot of blood before.
Baekhyun starts to walk, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He stumbles to the front, having walked into something. He looks back and there’s a puppet. Its eyes are dark - or at least he thinks it is, because after all the entire room is dark - and he has dark hair too. He hears something behind him and there’s another puppet with slightly lighter hair. It has gentle, almost distracted-like eyes. Baekhyun swears that if the puppets could blink, this one would close its eyes and never open them again.
The fierce-looking one takes a step ahead, and Baekhyun instinctively takes a step back. He forgets about the gentler one and ends up almost falling onto the other puppet. He gets his balance back before actually falling and looks back to find the other puppet giving him its open smile, teeth showing. It takes a step ahead, matching the pace of the other and soon enough, the two are circling Baekhyun, leaving him no way to escape.
Baekhyun groans and starts kicking them, but it is in vain because they don’t move. Next thing he knows, the puppets are holding hands - it’s impressive how they hold tight to each other - and the next he’s falling hard on the ground. He hisses - damn smart puppets!
The puppets don’t spare any seconds; they start biting. It bleeds and bleeds, red all over Baekhyun’s clothes. The fierce one starts on the ankle and goes up to his thigh. The other starts on the arm and goes all the way up to his shoulder. Baekhyun cries out in pain, he’s going to pass out anytime soon.
It happens earlier than he expected.
When Baekhyun wakes up, he’s lying on the floor. He’s still on the library and there’s no puppet around. There’s light now - clear light, not yellowish - and the library is impressive. Baekhyun doesn’t like reading, neither does he like books, but the thought of people reading sounds pretty amazing to Baekhyun. People, not him.
When he gets up, he remembers about the previous attack by the puppets. Puppets are animals; Baekhyun doesn’t want to see any more puppets when he gets out from this house, never again. Looking down at his ankle, he sees blood, dried blood, and his torn-apart pants. He lets go a shaky breath and reaches to touch his pants, his ankles are naked, which means that the puppet bit his pants until they ripped. Fucking puppet, Baekhyun snorts.
He gets up, looking around, suddenly feeling determined. He’s going to kill that fucking puppet that fucking killed his baby. He hears the door cracking open, and a bush of black hair going out. He follows it; he doesn’t shout though - what if the thing turns around and decides to bite him?! Baekhyun’s not ready to fully lose his pants. He’s not wearing the right underwear to be seen right now.
He follows silently, leaving the door open behind. The puppet runs with both legs that appear from underneath the clothes. It’s really strange, a puppet with legs. It looks like a doll at first but Baekhyun knows it’s not; it’s probably just a robot. It’s not like he’ll be able to ask someone about them, so he just assumes.
The puppet stops in front of a door and Baekhyun stops just before turning the corner. The puppet tilts its head and turns around, looking straight to Baekhyun. His smile is wider and crazier than from the other puppets, and he has big eyes. Its messy hair is kind of distracting, but Baekhyun ignores it and returns the glare it sends. Even though it’s smiling, Baekhyun can still feel its glare; Baekhyun swears he’s not lying.
The door opens by itself and the puppet goes downstairs. Baekhyun wonders how many staircases there are, because this is the second he’s seeing. He almost believes that there isn’t a way to escape, seeing as he’s probably way below the ground. He sighs and follows the puppet; it’s probably what the little thing wants him to do.
There’s light at least, and the way downstairs is long. He descends the last step and he’s face to face with a big wooden table on the center, with multiple sewing machines around. There are pictures glued to the walls and hanging by the ceiling; all photos of (handsome) men and boys. Baekhyun remembers the uniform of one of the puppets he saw earlier, the puppet with the expensive uniform. It has Kim Jongin written on the edge. Baekhyun definitely doesn’t want to know what the hell it has to do with the puppet, but he can’t help but be curious, just a bit.
Baekhyun watches as the puppet sits on top of the table and the chair turns around, revealing another puppet which follows the other and sits by the other edge of the table. They just sit there, smiling, body covered with blood. The other puppet has black hair too, big doll eyes and a heart shaped smile, even though it’s just as sickening as the others. Baekhyun stands there, with a load of bites and dry blood - and fresh blood too - with his torn pants. When he remembers about his pants, he realizes that this isn’t the puppet that killed his baby, it’s another one.
The door closes and Baekhyun instinctively turns around, and in term of seconds he’s facing a guy. He raises an eyebrow, looking at the orange-haired man. He’s kind of cute, he’s clean too - no signs of blood on his clothes - and he holds a cup of water on his hand. He looks stunned as he looks at Baekhyun, finding him here downstairs.
“Well, you’re here already,” he says and directs himself to the table, patting the puppets on their heads. The puppets show its teeth and hide themselves behind the table. The man sits on his chair and faces Baekhyun, grinning and pointing to a random photo glued on the wall. “Did you see something like him walking around?”
Baekhyun looks at him, stares and looks at the photo for a while. It looks like the puppet from the bathroom, the one that waved to him when he started running. He nods and the man chuckles. “I never find him, he’s always playing hide and seek,” the man says and motions for Baekhyun to sit on the chair situated by the other wall. Baekhyun contemplates if he should sit, but ends up obeying anyway. Before he can adjust his butt on the chair, the puppets that hid themselves on the table grab his hands and tie them to the chair. Before Baekhyun can even utter a single syllable, his legs are similarly tied. Next thing he knows, there’s a rope in front of his neck.
“What the fuck?!” He shouts, giving the man his best glare. The man laughs; his laughter is clean and vivid. Baekhyun can’t believe that this man is sick at all - or at least mad enough to be the master of puppets or whatever.
The man gets up from his seat and walks around the room. He smiles showing his gums, and picks up a gun. “Anyway, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Kim Minseok, not that this is gonna change anything, but oh well,” he smiles, eyes turning crescents.
“I know who you are; Byun Baekhyun, second year in university, likes expensive, branded clothes, has many friends, doesn’t like to work, has ambitions and calls your mother once a week,” Baekhyun just stares because how the hell does he knows that Baekhyun calls his mother once a week?! “I did a research on you, you’re pretty.” Baekhyun frowns; he likes to be called handsome, not pretty, not at all.
“Well, introduce yourself. You already know all about me.”
Minseok smiles, nodding. “My name’s -”
“Kim Minseok, you already said this,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and if he could, he would tap his feet repeatedly on the floor.
Minseok pouts and nods. “You should be more respectful to me, I’m older y’know. Well anyway, these are my latest puppets; meet Do Kyungsoo and Park Chanyeol,” Minseok shows the two puppets. The heart shaped smile with doll eyes is Kyungsoo and the crazy smile is Chanyeol.
“I think you met some of the others, probably Luhan, Yixing, Zitao, Jongin-”
Baekhyun stops listening to Minseok’s ramblings and wonders instead why the puppets have real names. Might as well one be called Baekhyun. “Why do your puppets have human names?”
Minseok smiles, dancing from one side of the room to the other. “Because they were once alive. The humans, I mean.”
Baekhyun panics, just a bit, and has a slight idea of what might’ve happened with the humans. “What happened to them?”
Minseok turns to him, face happier and eyes shining with joy - like it’s the first time someone’s asking him this, and it probably is.
“I killed them, for the puppets. Look, I have one for you too!”
Baekhyun wants to die - no, wait, he doesn’t want to die. Minseok goes back to his table, jumping with each step he takes and reaches to the floor and when he gets up, there’s a mini Byun Baekhyun in his hands. “This is the Byun Baekhyun puppet! Isn’t he lovely? I even sewed the clothes you’re wearing right now. Sorry it took so long, but I told the puppets to entertain you while I was sewing it,” Minseok smiles, hugging the Baekhyun puppet close to his chest.
“Entertain me?” Baekhyun looks at mini Baekhyun, horrified. Minseok nods, patting mini Baekhyun on the head. Looking around, he finds a photo and grabs it. “Look, these are all my puppets! Aren’t they lovely? I sewed all them, I put all my love in them,” he sighs dreamily, looking at the photo of his kids.
“Is this why you…” Baekhyun asks, hoping Minseok won’t fill the sentence with that word.
“Yes, this is why I killed them all - these are my kids now, who satiated their thirsty with their origin’s blood,” Minseok says, looking at his puppets. The puppets are still holding the rope, but they still jump in happiness. This man’s crazy, Baekhyun chants in his head.
“I’m sorry, even if you’re pretty I can’t let you go now, I already sewed your puppet. You’re the nicest one from all the other humans though, they all just shouted and tried to escape - you’re even listening to me talking! I really like you!” Minseok exclaims, smiling and jumping around the room.
Baekhyun sighs, he really won’t be able to escape. If he tries, he’s gonna die; if he doesn’t, he’s gonna die. If he doesn’t fight at least it’s not gonna happen immediately, he may enjoy what’s left of his precious time.
“Why did you start this?”
Minseok looks at Baekhyun, a sad smiling replacing his joyful expression. He stops jumping, he just sits on the floor, in front of Baekhyun’s chair. “When I was little I was really poor, the only thing I had was a puppet. My parents gave it to me, saying that I should start to earn a living using puppets or I’d die by their own hands. So I did, I learnt how to sew when I found a sewing machine in someone’s trash. After that I anonymously sold puppets to stores and started to make my own store. But oh well, my parents died to me when they told me to leave because this wasn’t a good job. Then, I sewed my first human puppet. I don’t remember what happened or how, but when I killed my father and his blood dripped on the puppet’s skin, it became alive. Then I killed my mother. I wasn’t sad at all, after that I bought this house - I made really good money - and started sewing again. The first ones were normal and I started searching for handsome and pretty people. Well, you understand what happened with them, right?”
Baekhyun understands. He searched for handsome people, sewed puppets looking like them and killed the person, dropping the blood on the puppet, making it alive. Baekhyun’s not stupid; he knows how to work out some logic and how to think. He just doesn’t like what his future is looks like, now that he is stuck here.
He nods and Minseok gets up, smiling and clapping his hands. “So, can I start?” Baekhyun gulps, at least Minseok isn’t completely scary and all, or else Baekhyun would be terrified to die. He sighs and nods, not like he has a choice anyway.
“I promise it won’t hurt, I’ll do it quickly okay,” Baekhyun nods but stops, realizing he has a question for Minseok. “Wait! Why do you still do this? Isn’t it like, time to stop since you already have many puppets?” Minseok looks at him, smile fading.
“Not exactly, the puppets start dying the moment I sew them. This is why I have to do everything quickly. My father’s puppet died two years ago. It took eight years to die. I want more company, I’m sorry,” Minseok gets a gun nearby and drops the mini Baekhyun on Baekhyun’s lap. Baekhyun closes his eyes and soon enough, everything’s black.
“All the bullshit sickens me. Silly boy, such a silly boy.”
Minseok gets a knife from his drawer; killing is not as easy as it seems - not to him. He goes next to the lifeless Baekhyun, and attacks his heart with the knife. He pushes it and holds it all the way down to his hip bone. The blood drops from the mess of cut organs to the puppet, and after a while it gets up looking around.
After Baekhyun gets up from the previous Baekhyun’s lap, Minseok kicks the chair, sending it to the ground. He puts the sole of his shoe on his head, aiming for the best spot and smashes it to the ground. When he sees that it’s not working he jumps, he jumps until it’s smashed and all broken. Minseok stops and turns to look at Baekhyun, a sickening smile on his lips.
“Welcome, Baekhyun! Let me just say that you’re my favorite puppet.”
A/N:
Just to clarify:
The first puppet had been killed by the humans that came after since he was the first human-to-puppet to be dead after Minseok’s father.
The second didn’t have eyes because they were taken out by one of the humans who came after it was created, trying to kill it but in vain, because it was still alive.
The third was still alive because everyone ran away from it, escaping. Baekhyun however, killed it.
The sixth was already dead, because obviously someone killed him.
The library had a 10 number on the door because it was supposed to be Lay’s place, but Tao was making a visit or something like that so they were together at the moment to torment Baekhyun.
The order of the puppets are: Suho, Kris, Luhan, Jongin, Jongdae, Sehun, Lay and Zitao, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
The numbers on the doors are related to the number of their jerseys on one of their performances.
- Thank you for reading!
One
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: Everyone
Pairing: Baekhyun/Xiumin
Word Count: 5,521
Summary: Baekhyun is stuck in a house. Minseok is stuck in life, forever.
Warnings: Character death, blood, slight!horror.
Rating: PG-13
One
Where am I, Baekhyun gets up feeling the urge to vomit. He was going back from college when suddenly everything became black, and he woke up in a random room, probably shut. There are no doors and no windows. There is nothing.
It’s dark, there isn’t even any sign of light. There are no strong smells either, and there’s nobody around.
He wonders where he is again, trying to remember something that may be helpful, but nothing comes up. Maybe it’s just a hallucination or even a dream, who knows. There’s nothing he can do anyway. He tries to touch one of the walls, search for support and realizes that there’s blood on his forehead. It felt like sweat, so he didn’t even pay attention to it at first.
Maybe he’s being kidnapped, and if this is the case then it’s not good. He has parents who worry over him and he has friends, too. This isn’t the right time to die, not that there would ever be any appropriate time to die.
He finds the wall, but retracts his hand in fright. There’s a strange liquid on the wall, and it’s probably not water. It’s blood, he realizes after. Baekhyun panics, why is there blood on the wall, he asks himself over and over again. The room is probably full with blood and he’s still wearing one of his favorite clothes. It’s not the time to worry about his fashion, but he does anyway and just hopes it doesn’t do anything more than mark his white skinny jeans with red spots.
In the end, he settles for just waiting. There’s no way he’ll touch the walls again and no way he’ll search for the door right now. There’s no light and even if his eyes already got accustomed to the dark, he still doesn’t see anything.
So he waits, and after what may have been an hour and ten minutes - he counted, he doesn’t have much to do anyway - he hears a creak, the sound of the door opening. He has his back to the door and he debates if he should turn around and aim to run to the door and search for the main entrance, but he’s scared because doors don’t open themselves without someone’s help. This is crazy, he sighs.
He’s trembling slightly when he turns and is faced with an open door, with minimal yellow light coming from outside. It’s probably a hall, he murmurs. Something tells him that there are plenty of other rooms like this one.
He gets up - he had sat - and dusts dirt off his jeans. A man should at least die with dignity, or with good and fashionable clothes - but that was beside the point in this situation. So he goes and looks outside the room, the top of his head - of his light brown hair - showing as he looks around by the door. It’s empty and silent, and there isn’t any trace of someone opening the door or even walking on the red carpets outside.
He gets out of the room and fully opens the door. Turning around, he faces the room he was previously in and is terrified by it. There is indeed blood on the walls, but hanging on the wall anchored by a knife is a puppet. The puppet, surprisingly, has red hair - even if half of the hair has been torn off from the fabric and is on the bloodied floor - a shocking big and wide smile plastered on its face, and wears an expensive set of clothes. Baekhyun would probably be able to see its face if there wasn’t so much blood on it. It’s not crumpled or torn apart - except the hair - it’s completely fine and even perfectly sewn.
Baekhyun was never a puppet person; he preferred shopping and funny things. Definitely not puppets, he wouldn’t even go near one.
He takes a last glance at the dead (not that puppets are alive, but he has blood so yeah he could very well have been) puppet and looks the other way, not wanting to see that thing anymore. He takes a step ahead into the hall and starts looking for the main entrance, knowing very well that he has to get out of here. This place isn’t safe and he knows this is not going to end well. The sooner he gets out, the better.
So he walks, his footsteps echoing in the empty space he’s in and cameras following his every movement, and wonders if he’s in a game show. He’d like to be famous, but if it could’ve been in a less frightening place and if they’d at least informed him about it, he would be enjoying this as much as he would like to have fans. This means a lot.
He walks and walks, but nothing appears or happens so he decides to enter a room. Maybe it’s different from the one he was in previously, maybe it’s the one that’ll lead to the end of all this. So he settles for opening the room with the number 88 on it - all the room have numbers - and looks around with the help of the light from the hall.
There’s a single candle in the middle of the room, where a puppet - Baekhyun deduces what it is - has its back facing him. The room has no blood on one side, but it has dead animals instead - cats, dogs, a baby cow, frogs and some birds, Baekhyun noted. The flesh is appearing, the bones showing and the organs have several needles on them.
It’s disgusting, Baekhyun thinks and looks at the puppet’s back. He definitely didn’t expect the puppet to rotate its head and soon enough, it was facing Baekhyun. The eyes were missing and blood poured from its eye sockets. The hair was golden yellow, a rich color for a simple puppet - not that it was exactly simple. Baekhyun wondered if he should feel afraid. He hoped he won’t see more puppets, but knowing that there are probably plenty of them outside of this room, he was still frightened.
The puppet’s smile was wider than the previous one. It had a shape, a firm outline of its mouth and the smile he wore was sickening to the bone. Baekhyun felt sick, not because of the blood and neither because of the organs, but because the smile was so wide that he swears the puppet ate someone with the mocking teeth it has. It can’t see, but maybe it can eat.
Baekhyun turns around, closing the door behind. He should move on to another room. It’s not safe to stay there, who knows if the puppet will attack him - after it rotating its head, Baekhyun believes that everything is possible.
He still wonders why he’s here though, why not someone else? If he could, he would have gotten anyone near him to black out instead of himself and he would be eating ramyun at this rate. It’s probably a dark night out there; Baekhyun doesn’t know because there are no windows.
But he continues walking, until he reaches room number 77 at the end of the hall. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. The room is empty, with a square shaped door in the floor, probably to the basement or something like that. There’s no blood and neither is there a puppet. So he walks to the - what he calls door - and opens it by lifting the corners.
It’s dark, as expected and it’s deep, with a seemingly endless flight of stairs. He sighs, but enters it anyway and leaves the door open. Halfway along the walk downstairs, he hears the door closing with a loud crash of wood on wood. He shakes his head, so typical of a horror movie. This is not going to scare him like in those low-budget films, where the girl starts to cry and shout to open the door. Ha, Byun Baekhyun is better than this.
So, with the help of the walls around him, he continues walking downstairs. He sees a flicker of light, or probably just a single candle, judging from the strength of the light. He follows it and soon, he walks onto a bloodied floor. There are some random organs carelessly thrown over the floor, all dead and some with holes. Baekhyun avoids walking near them and prefers to walk on the blood puddles. He gives up on his shoes; he’ll just throw them away when he gets home, because they can’t be saved from all these red patches. At least they’re not his favorite pair, he thanks God that he had physical education in university today.
While walking in the candle’s direction, he steps on something that isn’t blood. It’s a puppet, with that sickening smile. This time, it has a pink flower stitched on its head, its light brown hair as new as it could ever be. The clothes have blood stains from the blood on the floor and the face is delicate - Baekhyun wonders how that’s even possible with that smile.
He ignores the toy and continues walking, but the thing gets stuck on the sole of his shoe and refuses to fall off. He reaches to take it away by its arm, but instead of letting go it holds Baekhyun’s finger, jumping from his shoe to his hand with its feet - what’s even crazier is that it was able to jump despite its legs being short. What the fuck, he thinks and shakes his head trying to get the puppet out of his sight and off from his hand. Baekhyun thinks he’s hallucinating, because the teeth of this puppet grow sharper and suddenly it bites his hand, his beautiful fingers included.
Baekhyun yelps in shock, how can a puppet bite him?!
His blood drips from his hand to the puppet’s teeth to the floor, mixing itself with the old blood there. Baekhyun doesn’t shout at it, neither does he yell anymore, it’s a damn puppet, it’s not even alive!
He just shakes it, even if the toy doesn’t seem to be going to let go soon. Baekhyun gets infuriated because his beautiful pianist fingers aren’t pretty anymore, so he punches the floor with the puppet on.
The toy at first seems unaffected by the punch, but after a while it lets go of his hand and lays lifelessly on the floor, with the sickening smile on. Its mocking teeth are covered in Baekhyun’s blood and Baekhyun’s hand has holes on because of the large bites, almost like a vampire’s bite - not that Baekhyun believes in vampires, no.
He shrugs, greatly disgusted by his own blood and follows the light. There’s a hall with the source of the light at the end, a single candle. Well, what a powerful candle it is - so powerful that Baekhyun could even see it from afar. He walks, and there’s nothing suspicious around so he continues walking. There are a couple of doors and he’s not - definitely not - going to open them, nope. Walking is tiring, he thinks and groans. Why the hell is the hall so long?! Baekhyun’s scared, because he may have been kidnapped or whatever that’s happening - it’s not a simple case after all, it’s not always that a puppet has teeth and bites. However he’s still fashionable and handsome. If he’s going to die, may the Gods of beauty be with him - even though he really doesn’t want to die.
Baekhyun gets tired midway, and decides to sit by the wall, sliding all the way to the floor - the hall’s really long, or at least to Baekhyun it is. He sighs; he just hopes he’s going to find the exit door soon. He breathes, sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking around. The hall is surprisingly clean, there’s not even dust on the floor. In contrast, Baekhyun thinks sadly, his flat is completely typical of a high school boy, though he’s already in university. It’s messy and filthy with clothes lying around and with empty beer and cola cans on the floor. If the wardrobe is untouched and clean, everything’s fine to Baekhyun.
Something moves at the corner of his eye and Baekhyun instinctively gets up and protects himself with both hands, looking at the moving thing. It’s a dead puppet apparently, it’s lying lifelessly on the ground but it has blood marks on it, just like all the other puppets he saw. Its skin tone is different from the others, it’s tanner and Baekhyun wants to laugh - not that he’s going to, not in the situation he’s in right now - he never liked people darker than him. Fair skin is appreciated, thank you very much.
The clothes are simple, a high school uniform from the local school. Baekhyun remembers the school from the walk from his university to his flat; it’s an expensive place - not one that Baekhyun’s parents could’ve afforded for him. Baekhyun’s impressed: even the puppet has good clothes. He wants to feel the material of it, so he gets near to the puppet and is about to hold it with his non-hurt hand. Before he can retract his hand, the puppet - not with its teeth but with its two hands - holds on Baekhyun’s finger and is lifted with it. Baekhyun gets angry, damn rich puppet even pretended to be dead!
Baekhyun shakes his hand and tries to get it off from his hand, but instead, it starts to make its way to his arm, then to his shoulder. Baekhyun tries to get rid of it, punching and slapping it, but none of that helps. The puppet bites him on the collarbone, leaving fresh blood dripping to the not-so-clean-anymore floor. Baekhyun panics, shaking his entire body, even slamming himself on the walls. The puppet suddenly falls on the floor and Baekhyun doesn’t need any other signal, he starts to run to the end of the hall.
Baekhyun’s sweating, even his clothes are a little torn apart and dirty with blood, and he just wants everything to stop and for him to go to his flat in peace and just eat the damn ramyun because that’s what he always does! When he turns around a corner at the end of the hall, he notices a piece of paper on the ground. He picks it up with his good hand and runs again. At the next corner he stops, breathes, sighs and opens the paper.
Run, you can’t stay here any longer. The collection is just getting bigger and nothing’s ending, you have to run, it reads.
The paper is yellowish and the paper has little droplets of dry blood. Baekhyun pales, his stomach doing funny things that just makes things worse. If there’s even a message lying around, he wonders how many people were in his place before. The paper seems old and the blood is dry - almost fading with the paper. Baekhyun just wishes he’s not going to end like this person probably ended.
Collection? What collection? Baekhyun wonders, he hopes it’s a candy collection or just porn DVDs. Maybe it’s talking about the puppets, not that puppets with teeth and smiles and eyes and expensive clothes are really cool to have as a collection, anything is better than this, he thinks.
With a heavy and pounding heart, Baekhyun proceeds to walks and search for the exit.
He wants to use the bathroom, he realizes. It’s been probably two hours since he’s awake and nature is calling him. Finding a random bathroom nearby, he enters and does his necessities. Pulling up the zipper of his pants, he’s about to exit the door when something bites him on the ankle. A fucking puppet again! Baekhyun swears he’s going to pass out because of excessive blood loss. The puppet has brown hair, simple clothes and its smile has an excessive curve upwards at the tips. It’s the simplest puppet out of all the five he saw. He shakes it, trying to get it away from him - he shouldn’t stay here anymore, he has to run and find the exit door from this hell and go to his heaven called convenience store.
The fuck?!, Baekhyun hisses. It doesn’t let go and if he shakes his legs, the puppet bites harder and Baekhyun swears he already losing his leg. It hurts it hurts it hurts, he chants in his head trying to get the pain to ease. Baekhyun loses his patience and slams his leg on the wall, even if it hurts like a bitch, and he sends the puppet down to the floor. It gets up quickly and its smile widens - which is crazy because its smile was already the widest of them all - and makes his way to hold onto Baekhyun to bite him again. Baekhyun doesn’t waste any more time, he dashes from the bathroom to the enormous hall - another hall - and runs. When he looks back, the puppet is waving with blood on its teeth, smiling like Cheshire by the bathroom door.
Baekhyun’s blood runs cold; he’s in deep shit right now.
Baekhyun contemplates if he should open one of the rooms and enter, it’s not like there isn’t going to be a puppet anyway - Baekhyun learnt that there were puppets everywhere, even in the halls and in the bathrooms. Fuck my life, he shakily opens the door numbered 94. The light is pink - he never saw pink lights until now - and the room has multiple child toys. There’s a trampoline in the center and he knows it’s not a good idea, but he still goes on it and starts to jump. The room has so many toys that it would be any kid’s heaven. Baekhyun jumps, he runs around and doesn’t see any puppets - maybe this room is an exception, he thinks.
But when he looks down to the floor, past the trampoline, there lays a dead puppet, blood dripping from its mouth - the sickening smile still there. He stops jumping, his child soul disappearing and his panic mood coming back. He stops completely, and gets off the trampoline, running to the door. He doesn’t want to stay there anymore.
He walks, looking around and making sure nobody - no puppets, he means - is following him. This is making Baekhyun paranoid, it must be a nightmare. First of all, puppets don’t have souls, neither do they move alone but oh well, Baekhyun just encountered magical puppets. They have teeth and they even bite. How is that even possible, Baekhyun wonders.
He stops in front of two big wooden doors at the end of the hall; it has a big 10 written on them and is beautifully structured - for such a scary house with dead and alive puppets.
He opens the door, just a little so he can enter. It’s large, there’s no light and it smells of old books and dried blood. If there’s even the smell of blood, there must’ve been a lot of blood before.
Baekhyun starts to walk, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He stumbles to the front, having walked into something. He looks back and there’s a puppet. Its eyes are dark - or at least he thinks it is, because after all the entire room is dark - and he has dark hair too. He hears something behind him and there’s another puppet with slightly lighter hair. It has gentle, almost distracted-like eyes. Baekhyun swears that if the puppets could blink, this one would close its eyes and never open them again.
The fierce-looking one takes a step ahead, and Baekhyun instinctively takes a step back. He forgets about the gentler one and ends up almost falling onto the other puppet. He gets his balance back before actually falling and looks back to find the other puppet giving him its open smile, teeth showing. It takes a step ahead, matching the pace of the other and soon enough, the two are circling Baekhyun, leaving him no way to escape.
Baekhyun groans and starts kicking them, but it is in vain because they don’t move. Next thing he knows, the puppets are holding hands - it’s impressive how they hold tight to each other - and the next he’s falling hard on the ground. He hisses - damn smart puppets!
The puppets don’t spare any seconds; they start biting. It bleeds and bleeds, red all over Baekhyun’s clothes. The fierce one starts on the ankle and goes up to his thigh. The other starts on the arm and goes all the way up to his shoulder. Baekhyun cries out in pain, he’s going to pass out anytime soon.
It happens earlier than he expected.
When Baekhyun wakes up, he’s lying on the floor. He’s still on the library and there’s no puppet around. There’s light now - clear light, not yellowish - and the library is impressive. Baekhyun doesn’t like reading, neither does he like books, but the thought of people reading sounds pretty amazing to Baekhyun. People, not him.
When he gets up, he remembers about the previous attack by the puppets. Puppets are animals; Baekhyun doesn’t want to see any more puppets when he gets out from this house, never again. Looking down at his ankle, he sees blood, dried blood, and his torn-apart pants. He lets go a shaky breath and reaches to touch his pants, his ankles are naked, which means that the puppet bit his pants until they ripped. Fucking puppet, Baekhyun snorts.
He gets up, looking around, suddenly feeling determined. He’s going to kill that fucking puppet that fucking killed his baby. He hears the door cracking open, and a bush of black hair going out. He follows it; he doesn’t shout though - what if the thing turns around and decides to bite him?! Baekhyun’s not ready to fully lose his pants. He’s not wearing the right underwear to be seen right now.
He follows silently, leaving the door open behind. The puppet runs with both legs that appear from underneath the clothes. It’s really strange, a puppet with legs. It looks like a doll at first but Baekhyun knows it’s not; it’s probably just a robot. It’s not like he’ll be able to ask someone about them, so he just assumes.
The puppet stops in front of a door and Baekhyun stops just before turning the corner. The puppet tilts its head and turns around, looking straight to Baekhyun. His smile is wider and crazier than from the other puppets, and he has big eyes. Its messy hair is kind of distracting, but Baekhyun ignores it and returns the glare it sends. Even though it’s smiling, Baekhyun can still feel its glare; Baekhyun swears he’s not lying.
The door opens by itself and the puppet goes downstairs. Baekhyun wonders how many staircases there are, because this is the second he’s seeing. He almost believes that there isn’t a way to escape, seeing as he’s probably way below the ground. He sighs and follows the puppet; it’s probably what the little thing wants him to do.
There’s light at least, and the way downstairs is long. He descends the last step and he’s face to face with a big wooden table on the center, with multiple sewing machines around. There are pictures glued to the walls and hanging by the ceiling; all photos of (handsome) men and boys. Baekhyun remembers the uniform of one of the puppets he saw earlier, the puppet with the expensive uniform. It has Kim Jongin written on the edge. Baekhyun definitely doesn’t want to know what the hell it has to do with the puppet, but he can’t help but be curious, just a bit.
Baekhyun watches as the puppet sits on top of the table and the chair turns around, revealing another puppet which follows the other and sits by the other edge of the table. They just sit there, smiling, body covered with blood. The other puppet has black hair too, big doll eyes and a heart shaped smile, even though it’s just as sickening as the others. Baekhyun stands there, with a load of bites and dry blood - and fresh blood too - with his torn pants. When he remembers about his pants, he realizes that this isn’t the puppet that killed his baby, it’s another one.
The door closes and Baekhyun instinctively turns around, and in term of seconds he’s facing a guy. He raises an eyebrow, looking at the orange-haired man. He’s kind of cute, he’s clean too - no signs of blood on his clothes - and he holds a cup of water on his hand. He looks stunned as he looks at Baekhyun, finding him here downstairs.
“Well, you’re here already,” he says and directs himself to the table, patting the puppets on their heads. The puppets show its teeth and hide themselves behind the table. The man sits on his chair and faces Baekhyun, grinning and pointing to a random photo glued on the wall. “Did you see something like him walking around?”
Baekhyun looks at him, stares and looks at the photo for a while. It looks like the puppet from the bathroom, the one that waved to him when he started running. He nods and the man chuckles. “I never find him, he’s always playing hide and seek,” the man says and motions for Baekhyun to sit on the chair situated by the other wall. Baekhyun contemplates if he should sit, but ends up obeying anyway. Before he can adjust his butt on the chair, the puppets that hid themselves on the table grab his hands and tie them to the chair. Before Baekhyun can even utter a single syllable, his legs are similarly tied. Next thing he knows, there’s a rope in front of his neck.
“What the fuck?!” He shouts, giving the man his best glare. The man laughs; his laughter is clean and vivid. Baekhyun can’t believe that this man is sick at all - or at least mad enough to be the master of puppets or whatever.
The man gets up from his seat and walks around the room. He smiles showing his gums, and picks up a gun. “Anyway, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Kim Minseok, not that this is gonna change anything, but oh well,” he smiles, eyes turning crescents.
“I know who you are; Byun Baekhyun, second year in university, likes expensive, branded clothes, has many friends, doesn’t like to work, has ambitions and calls your mother once a week,” Baekhyun just stares because how the hell does he knows that Baekhyun calls his mother once a week?! “I did a research on you, you’re pretty.” Baekhyun frowns; he likes to be called handsome, not pretty, not at all.
“Well, introduce yourself. You already know all about me.”
Minseok smiles, nodding. “My name’s -”
“Kim Minseok, you already said this,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and if he could, he would tap his feet repeatedly on the floor.
Minseok pouts and nods. “You should be more respectful to me, I’m older y’know. Well anyway, these are my latest puppets; meet Do Kyungsoo and Park Chanyeol,” Minseok shows the two puppets. The heart shaped smile with doll eyes is Kyungsoo and the crazy smile is Chanyeol.
“I think you met some of the others, probably Luhan, Yixing, Zitao, Jongin-”
Baekhyun stops listening to Minseok’s ramblings and wonders instead why the puppets have real names. Might as well one be called Baekhyun. “Why do your puppets have human names?”
Minseok smiles, dancing from one side of the room to the other. “Because they were once alive. The humans, I mean.”
Baekhyun panics, just a bit, and has a slight idea of what might’ve happened with the humans. “What happened to them?”
Minseok turns to him, face happier and eyes shining with joy - like it’s the first time someone’s asking him this, and it probably is.
“I killed them, for the puppets. Look, I have one for you too!”
Baekhyun wants to die - no, wait, he doesn’t want to die. Minseok goes back to his table, jumping with each step he takes and reaches to the floor and when he gets up, there’s a mini Byun Baekhyun in his hands. “This is the Byun Baekhyun puppet! Isn’t he lovely? I even sewed the clothes you’re wearing right now. Sorry it took so long, but I told the puppets to entertain you while I was sewing it,” Minseok smiles, hugging the Baekhyun puppet close to his chest.
“Entertain me?” Baekhyun looks at mini Baekhyun, horrified. Minseok nods, patting mini Baekhyun on the head. Looking around, he finds a photo and grabs it. “Look, these are all my puppets! Aren’t they lovely? I sewed all them, I put all my love in them,” he sighs dreamily, looking at the photo of his kids.
“Is this why you…” Baekhyun asks, hoping Minseok won’t fill the sentence with that word.
“Yes, this is why I killed them all - these are my kids now, who satiated their thirsty with their origin’s blood,” Minseok says, looking at his puppets. The puppets are still holding the rope, but they still jump in happiness. This man’s crazy, Baekhyun chants in his head.
“I’m sorry, even if you’re pretty I can’t let you go now, I already sewed your puppet. You’re the nicest one from all the other humans though, they all just shouted and tried to escape - you’re even listening to me talking! I really like you!” Minseok exclaims, smiling and jumping around the room.
Baekhyun sighs, he really won’t be able to escape. If he tries, he’s gonna die; if he doesn’t, he’s gonna die. If he doesn’t fight at least it’s not gonna happen immediately, he may enjoy what’s left of his precious time.
“Why did you start this?”
Minseok looks at Baekhyun, a sad smiling replacing his joyful expression. He stops jumping, he just sits on the floor, in front of Baekhyun’s chair. “When I was little I was really poor, the only thing I had was a puppet. My parents gave it to me, saying that I should start to earn a living using puppets or I’d die by their own hands. So I did, I learnt how to sew when I found a sewing machine in someone’s trash. After that I anonymously sold puppets to stores and started to make my own store. But oh well, my parents died to me when they told me to leave because this wasn’t a good job. Then, I sewed my first human puppet. I don’t remember what happened or how, but when I killed my father and his blood dripped on the puppet’s skin, it became alive. Then I killed my mother. I wasn’t sad at all, after that I bought this house - I made really good money - and started sewing again. The first ones were normal and I started searching for handsome and pretty people. Well, you understand what happened with them, right?”
Baekhyun understands. He searched for handsome people, sewed puppets looking like them and killed the person, dropping the blood on the puppet, making it alive. Baekhyun’s not stupid; he knows how to work out some logic and how to think. He just doesn’t like what his future is looks like, now that he is stuck here.
He nods and Minseok gets up, smiling and clapping his hands. “So, can I start?” Baekhyun gulps, at least Minseok isn’t completely scary and all, or else Baekhyun would be terrified to die. He sighs and nods, not like he has a choice anyway.
“I promise it won’t hurt, I’ll do it quickly okay,” Baekhyun nods but stops, realizing he has a question for Minseok. “Wait! Why do you still do this? Isn’t it like, time to stop since you already have many puppets?” Minseok looks at him, smile fading.
“Not exactly, the puppets start dying the moment I sew them. This is why I have to do everything quickly. My father’s puppet died two years ago. It took eight years to die. I want more company, I’m sorry,” Minseok gets a gun nearby and drops the mini Baekhyun on Baekhyun’s lap. Baekhyun closes his eyes and soon enough, everything’s black.
“All the bullshit sickens me. Silly boy, such a silly boy.”
Minseok gets a knife from his drawer; killing is not as easy as it seems - not to him. He goes next to the lifeless Baekhyun, and attacks his heart with the knife. He pushes it and holds it all the way down to his hip bone. The blood drops from the mess of cut organs to the puppet, and after a while it gets up looking around.
After Baekhyun gets up from the previous Baekhyun’s lap, Minseok kicks the chair, sending it to the ground. He puts the sole of his shoe on his head, aiming for the best spot and smashes it to the ground. When he sees that it’s not working he jumps, he jumps until it’s smashed and all broken. Minseok stops and turns to look at Baekhyun, a sickening smile on his lips.
“Welcome, Baekhyun! Let me just say that you’re my favorite puppet.”
A/N:
Just to clarify:
The first puppet had been killed by the humans that came after since he was the first human-to-puppet to be dead after Minseok’s father.
The second didn’t have eyes because they were taken out by one of the humans who came after it was created, trying to kill it but in vain, because it was still alive.
The third was still alive because everyone ran away from it, escaping. Baekhyun however, killed it.
The sixth was already dead, because obviously someone killed him.
The library had a 10 number on the door because it was supposed to be Lay’s place, but Tao was making a visit or something like that so they were together at the moment to torment Baekhyun.
The order of the puppets are: Suho, Kris, Luhan, Jongin, Jongdae, Sehun, Lay and Zitao, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
The numbers on the doors are related to the number of their jerseys on one of their performances.
- Thank you for reading!
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