She looked surprisingly American given her attire, entrancing blue eyes, high cheek bones, full, bright red lips and perfect, shoulder length brunnete hair. Out of his view, he heard metal clanging against itself before suddenly, the face in front of him changed from an oni mask to a woman's. She walked towards the other locker next to him before quickly snapping his own locker open, making his heart jump into his mouth as her large, armored right hand coiled around his throat, pinning him hard against the metal of the locker, her masked face near millimeters from his, completely blocking out his vision. It could've been his imagination, but he could've sworn he heard the woman let out a small hum of approval. Y/N's heart stirred out of fear as she reentered the shack, inhaling deeply again. The woman then sheathed her sword, stalking towards the shack Y/N had been in.
It was the most horrific thing he'd ever seen. Through the thin, metal slats of the locker, he could faintly see the armored woman hook Brittney up and then what looked like tentacles come down from the air, piercing her body and carrying her into the sky. He quickly cringed and paled at the faint sound of flesh being pierced by what sounded like a hook and then a shrill, agonized scream pierce the air. Quietly and carefully, he climbed back into the shack, quietly cramming himself inside a locker.
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The woman was so tall that even crouched behind the window, Y/N could still see her pick up Brittney and sling her over her shoulder, walking out of the shack the generator they'd been working on was on. The woman! Panicking out of his mind, he quickly climbed over a window directly to his right, Brittney not being so perceptive as the woman's Konabo came down hard on her body, a shrill scream piercing the air as Y/N cringed at the sound of just about every body in her back shattering like glass. Y/N faintly heard stomping footsteps as the ground began to shake. They'd only exchanged a few words before they started working on the generator, for once finding a common goal of escape. Later, Y/N was working on another generator where he'd found Brittney. The game just got a lot more interesting. She was breathing low and menacingly as he heard her deeply inhale, walking away out of Y/N's view, much to his relief. The figure stopped for a second as Y/N's heart stopped for a second. That didn't ease his anxiety in the least. Despite the heavy armor, Y/N saw the bulge of breasts around the figure's chest area, indicating it was a woman. They were wearing some kind of Japanese oni mask. A figure, at least 7 ft tall, heavily armored with a samurai sword and a konabo sheathed to their back. It was the scariest moment of his life by far. In a moment of sheer panic and terror, he practically dove into grass as the growling past right over him. Then, he heard an unearthly and monic growl from behind him. He'd first discovered it when he was traveling to the right of a massive temple at the center of this place. He'd also quickly realized, however, that he wasn't alone. He'd never touched machinery like this in his life, so it was baffling to him where these sudden veteran skills had come from. When he touched them, his hands almost acted on autopilot as he switched around wires, reconnecting mechanics, causing the machines to stir to life. It hadn't taken him long to find busted generators around the place.
When he'd woken up, he was in some kind of monastery, one that looked like it'd been abandoned for centuries if not longer. When they'd arrived in the forest and night and looked around a bit, it didn't take long for a dark fog to pass over them, turning Y/N's world to black. His anxiety was unbearable, but he swallowed it down and bottled it up, doing his best to not show it. He wasn't stupid, he was well aware that they were just here to see him squirm. Jack, who was your typical high school football Jock, Brittney, the typical bitchy high school queen and Brian, who was basically Jack's right hand man. It was something that he'd had in some form for his entire life, but it'd been at its peak in his high school years. This was due to unimaginably severe social anxiety. No one talked to him, he had few friends and he might as well of not even been there at all. He was a nobody in school, not necessarily a laughing stock or someone who got bullied, just someone who was essentially a ghost. Some of his classmates from school had dared him to go into a pair of woods that were supposedly haunted.
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