Basement

BASEMENT

⎯♡ The blinds leave you no protection from the preying sunlight as you stir awake.

Memories of the previous hours slide into your mind as you turn to face the shirtless boy in the bed. You stare at him grateful for his efforts to cheer you up. You gently peck on his cheek before fleeing to the bathroom in the small hallway outside the room.

As the refreshing water glides down your face, you come up with the sudden idea to make breakfast for the two of you.

You quickly run back to the room to check if the boy is still entangled in slumber, which he is.

You silently smile before tiptoeing to the kitchen to browse around. You find he doesn't have many ingredients to work with. But if you knew anything from living with your mother, you could make anything out of nothing.

It isn't long before you begin to make a plan for your visionary breakfast spread. You hum along to a song H/n introduced you to last night before you hear a peculiar noise.

You pause for a moment thinking you were tricking yourself into hearing something but there the noise is again.

You follow the trail of thudding until you find an eerie door screaming for you to turn away, but your curiosity shoves its warnings away.

The creaking cushions your footsteps as you are moments away from grasping the door handle.

You twist it to gain entrance to the concealed space before you. The cold air surrounds you as you walk further into the darkness below.

Searching for a light switch, you trip over an object as you fall to your knees. You hear a grunt next to you as fright shoots through your body.

"Who are you?!" You shriek standing to your feet.

"Y/n? So I was right it is you." The voice responds with hinted relief.

You recognize the voice, "F...Florian?"

"Yes, please help me." He pleads.

You back away from the figure as you finally find a light source. The dim light falls against the room which is strange and barren, except for the few tools and garbage bags scattered around.

Your eyes quickly fall on the tied-up figure you identify as your friend, Florian.

"How did you get here? W-What are you doing here?" You question in panic as you rush to free him.

"H/n... He kidnapped me and I found Chelsea."

The sentence reaches your ears, but nothing makes sense, "I don't understand..."

As he regains the feeling in his wrists, he shakily points to the large garbage bag in the corner.

You cautiously walk over to the bag, noticing the odor which entices you further. You take a large gulp to swallow your nervousness as you open the plastic flap, only to fall backward in horror.

There in the bag, your friend's lifeless eyes peer into yours.