Your slender fingers typed away on the rather petite keyboard that was placed in front of you. Honestly, you didn't want to work here at all but the pay is promising despite being surrounded by insane people 24/7. Officers emerged from the doors, holding a naked man who had quite the muscle. You cringed and proceeded to work, not wanting to look at him at all.
"Please, someone help me!" The man escaped the grasps of the officers and pressed himself against the glass wall that protected you. You gasped, jolting up and backing away. The man looked at you with pleading eyes before being taken away into a sphere. Your heart raced and beads of sweat rolled down your face.
"That's Eddie Gluskin, right? The one who's been abused?" One of the doctors conversed while your head pounded. The sounds of doors being forcefully opened behind you caught your attention. Jeremy Blaire stood there with your laptop, smiling like the freak he was and will always be.
"Ah, Miss (L/N). You see, we were hoping that you'd like to join us in an experiment being a Morphogenic Engine patient. Y'know since you were nice enough to leave your laptop open." Jeremy dropped the device, impacting the floor. The laptop was damaged badly. You tried to look up but a force hit the back of your head, making everything go black.
You groaned, waking up in a new environment. Your breath hitched as you started to see visions, but you couldn't depict of what. Your hands went straight to your head as the massive pounding. "Where's everyone?" You murmured under your breath. Your wrists consists of red marks for being locked for so many hours. The soreness got to you as you trembled, noticing another patient to the room beside you. He looked like he was going to speak but a ghastly figure appeared, violently beating up the man before vanishing. You whimpered and noticed a bag full of yours clothes. Your eyes twitched at the thought of them undressing you. Quickly, you switched out of uniform before escaping your cell, the visions returned. 'What is this?' Your eyelids half dropped at the soreness.
You panted, crouching down a bit to catch your breath. 'Stupid cannibal, what was his name...Frank?' It was hard to remember every patient that was sent here. You strolled down the vacant hallway, rushed footsteps caught your attention. You were about to run but the figure bumped into you, making you fall backwards. The weight was still on top of you, crushing your lungs.
"S-Sorry!" The man heaved himself up, extending his hand. You happily obliged and huffed. The man looked like a reporter, slick black hair and captivating hazel eyes. His attire was coated with dried blood but the smell didn't bother you. You were used to it now that your nose was all stuffy. Needless to say, he was rather attractive.
"Names Miles Upshur." He greeted in a rush, glancing back now and then.
"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), sorry that this isn't the best time to greet someone when you're being chased." Miles nodded in agreement, taking in your looks. A pink tint decorated his cheeks but you shrugged it off.
"No wait, I remember you! We went to the university together of Colorado!" Miles cracked a smile at his friend. Your brain flickered on and you jumped in realization.
"Miles, you changed a lot! I didn't expect to see you here!" The both of you hugged, Miles still holding his camera tightly.
"I never thought you'd work in a place like this." Miles tightened the hug, not wanting to let go.
"Dinner bells." A raspy voice interrupted the moment. At the sound of this, your legs automatically made you sprint off into a random direction. Miles was right on your tracks but the cannibal made a surprise turn, making him go the other way. You growled under your breath. 'Stupid cannibal.'
You didn't know how far you ran but you were pretty sure you burned all of your calories by now. You decided to stop and rest in the vacant halls. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see mannequins of wedding dresses and fancy attire. You raised a brow, deciding to continue on which was probably the worst mistake of your life. The path turned real bloody and you decided to follow the blood. You eventually ended up seeing a man strapped to a table with his head coming out of a gap between his legs. Child birth was written in blood on the walls, making you cringe in disgust and decided to turn around. You bumped into a firm chest, you tried to recoil but arms wrapped around you, not letting you escape. One of their hands raked through your (h/c) hair. You shivered in fear of the person who was holding you. You moved your face up a bit, seeing glowing white eyes and a insane smile plastered on his face. You screamed in terror but the man held you closer to his chest, muffling your screams.
"It's okay, dear. I'll protect you~" He cooed next to your ear, holding you close as he forced you along to explore. "Names Eddie Gluskin, we'll get married soon~" The insane man started to whistle as he dragged you along what seemed like a court. Blood dripped down on your shirt, forcing you to look up to see corpses of naked men hanged. You whimpered in fear, struggling in his grip. "When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married son and see how happy you will be. I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind, I will have to look around until the right one I have found." Eddie started to sing to you, leading you down what looked like a church isle. There stood a mannequin with a wedding dress, holding a key out. Eddie pushed it aside and held onto your hands. "I can confess my undying love to you then, (Y/N)~" Your eyes shrunk when he said your name.
"STOP!" At the entrance way stood Miles holding his camera. You realized the certain fingers were chopped off, making you confused. Eddie glared at him, ready to take him down. "Y-You can't have a wedding without a wedding photographer." Miles's voice changed from anger to fear and determination when Eddie was closing in on him. Eddie raised a brow at this. Before he can ask, Miles continued. "You want to keep the memories of your marriage alive, right?" Eddie continued to walk towards him. Miles rolled his eyes towards the key and glanced back to you. You nodded in understanding, grabbing the key with little noise and tiptoed to the room across you.
"Well, I guess that'd be a good idea. Sometimes I forget my own brides, y'know?" Miles started to back away. You blocked the opening behind you and opened the door to escape. Unfortunately, the door was very old in age and made a very loud squeaky noise, causing Eddie to look back at you but all he say was an open door. "You!" He pointed at Miles in anger before chasing him. Miles made his way to the court, seeing you up in the vent already. You gestured for him to come forth. "Come back, love! Don't you want us to have a family together? Raise our kids?" Eddie kept ranting on about the impossible future. You dragged Miles up and pulled him in the vent. The both of you panted in relief once you heard Eddie leave.
"You saved me." You cracked a smile at your old friend.
"It's what I had to do, I wouldn't want you to get killed. I-I always liked you back in the University." You raised a brow at his confession, amusement in your eyes since he was single for all his life. "I love you, okay? I'm not good with romance." You pecked his cheek and giggled.
"It's alright, I never dealt with romance either." You felt his soft lips pressed against yours, but the warm feeling lasted for a few seconds. He gripped onto your soft hands, smiling.
"Let's focus on getting out of here."
"Alright then, wedding photographer."