Chapter 1
David has just woken up in a dumpster.
This is very inconvenient.
David has no idea where he is, but it is very dark, and smells of dust and mud.
What happened?
Suzy:
He should look around
David is feeling a familiar sense of panic, slowly curling its hands around his throat. He forces the feeling down and gulps, peering through the darkness. He can make out a street to his left, and in front of him, a wall.
Cautiously, David begins to climb out of the dumpster. And because he is just that lucky, he falls.
Getting your breath knocked out of you is grossly under exaggerated in movies. It takes him a good five minutes of laying there before he is ready to get up.
Mousey:
Ok so, he enters the door, finds a club full of partying people, finds pot and gets super high.
Right now, David is really not liking where this is going. The street looks ominous and dark- the same goes for further down the alley. He feels exposed and vulnerable, something that he is definitely not a fan of.
He approaches his most favoured option- the door- cautiously, reaching a hand out to push it open.
A club. An empty club.
For some reason, David feels disappointed, and wonders what would've happened if it were full of people. He could really go for a party right now, even if he's not the biggest fan of them.
Any party is better than what is going on right now.
And for a brief moment, David considers the idea that he actually is at a party, and he is just high off his mind from smoking too much pot.
The pain in his back tells him otherwise.
Suzy:
He sadly dances for a few minutes and thinks about how he got there
Emma:
After he has a pity dance session he decides to expire the club where he finds people doing witch craft
David steps inside the empty club. He squints his eyes through the darkness and can just barely make out the back wall. Chairs are over turned, bottles scattered in corners, and scratch marks litter the floor and walls. They're similar to the ones that were on the door- no surprise there.
Other than that, there's nothing too weird about this club! He might even consider having his own dance party if all of this wasn't so terrifying!
MOusy:
He should go in and go to the bar and find some thing to drink ,
Now, inside a completely safe and not at all creepy club, David suddenly feels a wave of what he can only call awareness. Aware that he is very, very thirsty.
When was the last time he drank anything? It feels as if it's been weeks since his last glass of water.
David makes his way over to the bar. Nearly empty, and it doesn't look promising: Broken glasses, smashed bottles, and-
Anonymous:
Then he finds an adorable pug and kidnaps it
Oh God-
Is that-
Well there goes David's stomach,
almost.
This is getting worse by the second.
Lemondrop:
Get some water!
Right, water. Quench thirst now, freak out later.
Repeating this thought in mind, David creeps around the bar, determinedly avoiding eye-contact with the dog skeleton. He's not sure what he was expecting, but there is little-to-nothing left behind the bar.
He finds the shoe to be a little unsettling.
Suzy:
Check for something useful in the bar
Thirst momentarily curbed, David kneels by the shoe and inspects it. He doesn't really need a shoe, he's got his own pair, so he decides to take the shoe-lace instead. He shoves it in his back pocket and looks around again.
He spots the fridge first. There has to be something to drink in there. He opens it- and feels dismay.
Empty. Of course it's empty, why wouldn't it be? Because David is just the luckiest person in the world.
With a frustrated sigh he closes the mini fridge a little harder than intended. The glasses shudder a little but David doesn't pay them any mind. He sits back a little and stares at the ground, taking slow breaths to calm himself.
What now?
He looks around again.
Bucket?
Scout:
Bucket!! Under sink!!!
A bucket...
With water!
Quickly, David scoops the water and drinks as much as his hands can carry to his mouth, caution thrown to the wind.
The-real-Shia-Labeouf:
Creepy thing: attack!
Cat:
??? what is that??
Erin:
Run!
Run?
Run from what? This place is completely aban-
What is THAT-
WHAT IS THAT?!
It's latching itself to David! Literally- literally latching itself to him.
Frantically, and painfully, David tears the creature off of his head. He swears when his cheek tears open more and blood pools out and streams down his neck.
In a moment of panic, he throws the creature away from him and it plops on the ground silently, almost weightlessly.
It seems to just be writhing where it landed by the dog skeleton- maybe it's dead? No. David does not trust this situation at all. He makes a run for it.
