,,,,,,,,Main Characters: Amy, Flamingo, antagonist of our story. She's blonde and is a very popular moviestar. She kills with her high heels. Red and hot pink are her theme colours. Also dubbed the red devil by the police. Motive: Starting out in the world of entertainment She was nothing but a side character, she could not enter the industry succesfully because of her two younger fraternal twins, both were brunettes, male and female . They had many similarities in their vibe and for her to debut she would either need to take on a completely different persona or look. Her company wanted to force her to get plastic surgery but she refused. Her first few kills were her own siblings to get a good debut and standing in the entertainment industry using a fake story. ((The two siblings wanted to achieve the ultimate stardom by winning best actor of the year but they died due to an unfortunate incident when they accidentally took two bottles of quick acting poison and went to sleep, only to never wake up. Amy, as their older sister, said she wanted to help them achive this even though they were dead. She said she didnt want their dreams to be wastd plike tht. This way, her siblings fanbase was transferred to her own and she could debut with her own looks and concept as her siblings.)) Her kills continued, she was always a little careless leaving clues around. But she always managed to kill the person before they could find out anything.
Gary- PR, Marriane- paperwork and lights, John- best friend of Edward(Previously you))
Story now: What happens after the second ending when Henry is locked up for life by AmyYou pull out the keys with a distinct metal clink. It is a cold breezy morning and your shivering sends tremors through your hand. Right outside the backdoor to the small and dingy theater, there is no one around. It is like a ghost town, there is not a presence to be seen or felt. The surroundings are dark, it //is// a little too early to be awake afterall. The glorious star of the sky has not yet risen from its grave and everyone around is still deep in slumber. You, on the other hand, are a creature of work. You do not need this slumber. Your work does not heed to the calling of the sun. Deadlines decreed your death if not met. You shuffle your feet slowly towards the doors, pulling your coat around you tighter.
[[Use the keys]]
[[Look around a bit more]]You enter the gloomy theater, shoving the keys haphazardly into your denim jeans, impatient to shut the door. The stale cold air of the theater reminds you of the apartment you come back to after a holiday, almost as if it had been untouched for months. This is second time you've entered this horrid place and you're already dreading it. Jeez, way to be melodramatic indeed.
After fumbling a little awkwardly with the light switches, the flourescent lights come on with a dull whirr. This place will look better with just a little refurnishing. You smile determinedly to yourself.
[[You wait for your eyes to adjust]]You look up at the tacky, cheap lights. The light flickers and you keep shivering. Maybe, it is time to go into the theater.
[[Use the keys]]
[[No, you love to procrastinate]]You look down and notice a small rock barely the size of a ten-cent coin on the floor. You kick it without much thought. It rolls and hits a trash can, the noise echoing in the alleyway loudly. The wind picks up speed and you stuff your hands into your pockets. You turn to look at the backdoor once again. As much as you would like to just go home and pretend that you never rented out this theater at all or that your only hope for economic survival is not this dingy theater tucked away in the winding alleyways of the city, you're cold. You're freezing. Can't you feel the beginning of a frostbite on your toes?
[[Use the keys]] You take in the scene for a while, the odd discolouration of the ageing walls comparable to faded tea stains, until your eyes settle upon a person. Her left eye is a little too shiny, as if it were fake. Her face sags, her wrinkles crease unaturally looking like a child's creation from the nightmares that plague them. Her dishevelled blonde hair sits atop her skull with hair sticking upright in places they shouldn't. The way she sits on the grey sofa yet, it doesn't fold or crease. Maybe, you're just dreaming.
[[Keep looking]]Her nails are long and brittle. She looks down at her hands, the straw-like strands on her head barely shifting.
[[You scream]]
[[You throw your keys at her]] Oh, how Amy would complain. She had thrown a fit about being signed onto such a role. It was a side-character role like a townsperson B type of role, someone unimportant. Her head snaps up, her neck making a peculiar creaking noise. She gets up and the lights go off.
The darkness is suffocating you can almost feel her bony fingers curling around your neck and her long nails sinking into your delicate flesh. You close your eyes tightly.
[[Where are you?]]The keys hit her horrendous nest and whole chunks of hair descend to the floor. She does not scream. She does not gasp. She lifts her head quietly, her beady eyes gazing into your very soul. You step backwards and her eyes are taking you in, drinking in your every move greedily. One more step and her left hand flys up and rips out her eyeball. You scream and try to run. You turn but now, she's there. In a frenzied state of abhorrence, you dart away as fast as you can. You turn and twist your body in ways you would never had known you could. But, she's always there. Her expression does not change, the sack of skin that makes up her face with nothing clear but her right eye and now, left eye socket.
[[You scream ]]
[[Run]]You run blindly, shutting your eyes tightly. You clutch your coat tightly and slip your phone out.
[[Call the Police]]
[[THROW IT YOU STUPID]]Your hands are shaking as you try to find the emergency button through your small slit of vision. Your breath is getting ragged and you feel a hand on your shoulder.
[[Knight in shining armour]]
[[Try to shake her off]]Spinning around randomly now, you chuck your phone as hard as you can. You hear a thud from behind you and you whirl around to find a pile of ash on the floor. Amongst the pile of blackened ash with little threads of straw-like strands, you spot a tip of what you can guess is a piece of paper with faded pink ink.
[[Dig through the ashes]]
[[No way, I am not touching that]]The ash is surprisngly deep as you push your hands into it. As you dig for it, it seems to sink deeper into the pile of ashes. All of a sudden you feel a push and the pile of ashes extend for as far as the eye could see. You're sinking now, the ash is like quicksand sucking you in excruciatingly slowly, like a predator taking little nips at its prey. The more you struggle the more you seem to get sucked in and suddenly you get kicked over. A man, but who is he? His arms are gone, blood trinkling down from his now-gone arms.
"I'm saving you from the pain I felt. They are here and Amy is gone. There's no else to save-" and he vanishes. His body becomes ash and the ash multiples. You can only watch as the ash rises and you can't breathe anymore. Every gasp brings in more ash and you're suffocating. Your arms can't move and your legs only sink further in. At this point, you should just give up..."Jeez, you really want to die so badly, huh?" Whipping around, you see a man. "Henry," He helpfully supplies, "They're always around here. Bad choice." His arms are torn off, raw and bloody. You step backwards, he smiles. "I disappear when she does. Try as you might you won't survive."
His body disintegrates into ash and you scream. You're still screaming as a double-headed dog steps out quietly from the shadows. It gives a bark before it charges at you. Your arms fly to your face as you stagger backwards. It bites into your legs and all you can hear as you leave bloodcurling wails into the distance in the never-ending agony is
"Why did you kill us? Amy, we were siblings!"
Her hand suddenly disappears as you hear a reveberating sound that grates on your ears. You twist your neck to find that she's gone.
[[You come to a halt to catch your breath]]
[[You persevere and try to get further in case she comes back]]You jerk your shoulder and the phone flys out of your grip.
''No, I can't-''
You're cut off as something enters your mouth abruptly. It's smooth and round. You try to spit it out but hands snake aroud your whole face, pushing it deeper into your mouth. It hurts. You can't do anything, helpless as the round object practically tears the edges of your throat. You can't breathe either.
Forcing your eyes open, you watch her through the blurry vision of your tears. The pink and raw flesh of her eye socket glares at you. And, you perish from this world with only one thought.
'' //That was her glass eye, wasn't it?// ''To both your sides, identical posters line the walls. The hallway seems to stretch for quite a while. Aren't you glad you stopped?
[[Step towards the left]]
[[Step towards the right]]Your breath is coming out in spurts and your lungs feel like they're on fire. You sprint forwards down the long hallway that you don't have any memory of at all. Turning around a random corner, you drop down, breathing harshly as you lean your whole weight against the cold wall. Next to the wall you're leaning on, a ratty and torn poster with faded print is on the floor. You shove your phone back into your pocket and inspect the poster.
A woman that has the same blonde hair and brown eyes is on the poster, Amy the Flamingo. A master of acting? You stare at it, gulping in air quickly.
[[Catch your breath]]She seems agitated by your voice and her face, or lack thereof scrunches up. She doesn't seem to want to "play" anymore.
Her mouth opens, it- no, she sounds like a child.
"Who are you? Don't touch ''MY'' things."
You're rooted to the ground, you can't move. You feel her hands grasp onto your hair or little as you do have. Her nails dig into your scalp and she shoves you into what you assume is the sofa. You don't even get the chance to flail around as you feel a sharp pain in your neck. Just like that, you're dead.
You hear the wall start to creak and you furrow your eyebrows, still a little dazed from all the running. You really shouldn't have done that. The wall gives way. What a coincidence indeed. You can feel some kind of powdery substsance in your mouth and you try to spit it out as you look around. It looks like the main stage. The lights dim even more than before and three actors walk onto the stage. Two brunettes, male and female respectively, and a man with an atrocious looking seaweed-green shirt.
"Henry, who killed us?" One of the brunettes ask, tone serious. The man he addressed looks away, "I can't tell you."
The female brunette laughs, "You've been here for years, you're gonna crack one day. If we do get impatient, we can just bite off your arms and watch you try to escape from us. You might tell us then."
[[Listen on]]The ink on the poster has faded but is still readable. A platinum blonde woman with light brown eyes and a pastel pink dress. She looks like the woman you saw at the entrance.
"Amy the Flamingo! Beloved and caring sister? Or, serial murderer? Go to the Grand Stage to find out!" A set of double doors were printed next to the words 'Grand Stage' with hot pink handles and cursive 'f's on each side of the door.
[[Step towards the right]]
[[Look around]]The ink on the poster has faded but is still readable. A platinum blonde woman with light brown eyes and a pastel pink dress. She looks like the woman you saw at the entrance.
"Amy the Flamingo! Beloved and caring sister? Or, serial murderer? Go to the Grand Stage to find out!" A set of double doors were printed next to the words 'Grand Stage' with hot pink handles and cursive 'f's on each side of the door.
[[Step towards the left]]
[[Look around]] You find the exact description of double doors behind you, how suspicious.
[[Step towards the left]]
[[Step towards the right]]
[[You walk towards the double doors]]Just as you're about to open the double doors, the lights go out and you feel yourself getting groggy. You eventually slump against the double doors.
[[Where are you?]] You sit up, your head is throbbing. Wait, up? That doesn't make sense. You were standing up just a few moments ago. Your head hurts as you pull youself up agonisingly. You lean your hand against the bench next to you and take in the scene in front of you. It looks like the main theater
Two actors are on the stage, they aren't looking at you but rather, behind you. Brunettes, both of them, speaking in unison. "Big sis', can you do this too?" They spin around and perform twirls and flips, each move exceeding the difficulty of the move before. Their steps are so synchronised. You're so entranced by the performance. You don't hear the footsteps approaching you.
"Why are you still here?"
[[Keep still]]You turn your head. To your absolute horror, it's //That Woman^^TM^^//
"Hi?" OKAY THAT CAME OUT WRONG. She looks at you, "I killed them, my siblings."
Her voice is child-like. You stare back at her afraid to even move lest she decides to kill you right then and there.
She turns to look at the brunettes on the stage. "They were too good." The sack of skin on her face ripples disturbingly and you can vaguely tell she's smiling. The brunettes were her siblings.
"They think I'm their beloved sister who got killed because I tried to defend them after their death in front of their hating fans."
[[Remain silent]]
[[Object]]The male brunette chuckles, "Right on it, Stella." Henry looks a little awkward and he clears his throat. They both turn to look at him, "If there was a human here, what would you do?"
"Kill them!" They answer with no hesitation, "They don't belong in our paradise." Your eyes widen, that's why the rent was so cheap. The two brunettes then proceed to play some kind of clapping game. Henry turns and he looks, he's looking at you. You scramble to your feet and leave through the hole in the wall that you made.
This place is dangerous and you have to leave.
Running once again, you're somehow back at the entrance and the woman is gone. You hurry to the door and fling it open. Economic survival be damned. You're not about to die. Outside, time seemed to have stayed the same. You don't care how crazy you look. Nothing gets between you and that stupid landlord who rented you the theater.She smiles, "Life is just to have fun."
You're horrifed when you feel something sharp cut you from the back. "You're a little late." Amy is looking behind you.
[[Try to turn around]]
[[Freeze]]"But you weren't, were you?"
Glancing at you, her voice begans to distort, "They didn't care about their poor older sister as they feasted and dined in luxury."
She laughed, a complete 180 degrees flip from her expressionless face.
"I drowned to death in a bathtub by the same poison I used on them."
"Now that you know, you have a choice. Choose to join Henry and have teatime everyday or die."
[[Join Henry]]
[[Die]]"J-I'll join Henry." Her lips curl up even more. "Suit yourself." Just like that, she walks away...
"Hey, you, shut up!" Stella interjects rudely, waving her hands in your face. You're nothing but a jester now. Day or night didn't matter. Now, you were a true slave of work. What you knew before was nothing compared to this. The death and melodramtic humor you always liked to joke about was really taken for granted. Every word and action mattered. Anything you do could warrant your head on the plate, fresh meat for "dinner". They didn't need to eat anyway. This was all fun for them. You are nothing but a thing to pass time. Ah, isn't this worse than death?"Smart choice. Show's over. Good audiences don't stay silent."
She runs her nails along one of the benches in the theater. The noise grating on your ears. You cover them and she steps towards you. Her eyes glinting, she lifts up one hand holding up her left eye. "I need a new replacement afterall." She lunges and you try to jerk backwards but end up on the floor. She crawls towards you and you kick her in the chest. Scrambling away as fast as you can, you use a nearby bench to get onto your feet.
"Just like the little cowards humans are. Don't you dare come here and expect to get out alive!" She shouts and she's in front of you now. Clutching her glass eye in one hand, she grabs you with one hand in a surprising show of strength. Her voice is distorted now, "Humans are jealous creatures and I'm jealous of your eyes."
A chesire grin played on her lips as she reached forward slowly. She knows you want it to be quick. She does not care.
Her glass eye now drops to the floor, forgotten. She's pulling it out and you're going insane from the pain. You think you're screaming. Your tears and saliva seem to melt together. You can't think. You can't hear anymore, everything's starting to become numb.
You perish from the face of the earth from your eyeballs being gouged out.
"Humans are fools, making promises they don't intend to keep."The sharp object penetrates into your skin. You turn and the object only sinks in deeper. Your eyes shoot open and you gasp. You're not even capable of formulating thoughts as Amy grabs your arms tightly, fingernails sinking into your arms.
She nods at whatever is behind you.
You don't even have a chance to scream or wail. It was a quick and easy death. Maybe, that was the best mercy you could've gotten from this nightmare of a theater.
"Stab him."
A sharp pain starting from your spine rips through your whole body. You crumple to the floor as a seaweed-green flashes across your significatly reduced vision.
"You fool, you really thought some knight in shining armour would save you?"
Amy slams a high-heeled foot into your shoulder and with knife in hand begans her conquest for blood.