#MEDIEVAL SKYPE RINGTONE REMIX MOVIE#

'uh, boss? you sure you don't want to just. 'IF YOU WON'T, I WILL! YOU'RE AS MUCH OF A LAZY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING AS MY BROTHER!'ДЄnother voice broke into the argument, this one gruff like the male who was yelling, but the voice wasn't nearly as loud. 'it? look, edge, just because she's human doesn't mean she's an 'it'.' 'WELL GET IT OUT OF HERE, STRETCH! DUMP IT IN THE WOODS OR SOMETHING!' Next, you realized that your head was throbbing so much that you felt like you might be sick.

First, you noticed that you were lying on something soft, if not a bit musty, and the lights had been turned on, leaving a burning red hue just beyond your eyelids. When you started to regain consciousness, you became aware of your surroundings bit by bit. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought you heard voices. The impact was enough to jolt you backwards, where you crumpled to the floor and gave into the darkness. You screamed louder than you ever had before, and you turned around so quickly-too quickly-that you smacked your forehead solidly against the doorway leading out of the living room. The phone slipped from your suddenly lax fingers, and you inhaled a strangled breath, your chest heaving. You turned your phone's flashlight toward it and felt the blood immediately drain from your face and your heart swan-dive into your stomach simultaneously. Leaning backward to pop your spine as you walked, you headed straight for the couch. You were tired and cold, and you just wanted to crash on the couch (after checking it for bugs/spiders) and sleep forever. The interior appeared to be in good condition, but you didn't feel like looking through everything. The door swung open with a creak, and you stepped inside, still holding your phone like a flashlight. When you heard the click, you let out a sigh of relief. You made your way up the stairs to the door and fished the keyring out of your pocket to unlock it. The lodge was three stories and in need of some serious upkeep, with a shutter or two missing and paint chipped and peeling in various places, but all-in-all, it didn't look as bad as you had imagined. So desperate that when the house finally came into view, you sprinted the last stretch there, grinning like an idiot.

#MEDIEVAL SKYPE RINGTONE REMIX MOVIE#

It was beginning to hit every horror movie flag you could think of, but you were desperate for some time to yourself, desperate for time where no one could possibly bother you. Your car had even gotten a flat tire on the dirt road that lead up to the house, causing you to have to walk the rest of the way, and you didn't even care.

There was limited cell reception here, so no one could reach you, no one would know where you were. You just needed to use it for a night or two, long enough to clear your head and de-stress. You had the address and the key because selling it had been another thing added to your list of responsibilities, but now. It never sold, and it had been many years since you had set foot inside the lodge. Your grandfather had owned a rather large lodge in the woods, one that your family had been trying to sell for as long as you remember. It had become a pattern you had fallen into, and you had let all of it build until you finally just. You also had a relationship where your partner constantly complained and berated you, as if you were never good enough, never pretty enough, never anything enough. You had a job where you handled complaints on a daily basis, as well as lazy coworkers. Your parents were always bickering, constantly calling you about some new drama in their life-that would somehow end up having to do with you. Those kind of thoughts creeped you out, so you decided to block them by reflecting over why you were headed out here in the first place. Why else would you be picking your way through the woods in the middle of the night, one hand holding your phone as a flashlight and the other clasped around the simple keyring in your pocket? Heading out here at night was definitely questionable it was what happened in horror movies before the mass murderer popped out from behind the trees with an ax. Questionable decisions were kind of your thing. Undertale fan works from experianced authors with good stories, The Best of Sans x Reader (IMHO), Best Undertale Fanfics, (Continue reading), TheFicsThatRockMyWorld Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 319184 Chapters: 50/? Comments: 3591 Kudos: 7669 Bookmarks: 1369 Hits: 261095

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