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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/LukeWasNotHere on 2024-11-01 03:26:33+00:00.
“Hello, for some reason you all tried to kidnap me and my less important friend. I would like to remind all of you, that you are on a giant cargo ship, which doors I just locked. We’re still on the ground but you may as well be stuck in space. I’m not gonna kill any of you, but it is Halloween back on Earth, and to share my culture, I’m just gonna scare the crap out of all you idiots. Happy Halloween.” The intercom forcefully shut off.
I looked around at the half finish board game our unit was playing. A few people dropped their things, the break room was both still and silent in the way only a human could cause. The lights shut off, leaving us in darkness for a few brief and career questioning seconds. The red emergency lights flickered on, I looked outside the window, at the bright and beautiful night on the ground, and wished the windows weren’t bullet proof.
“Everyone get your guns!” Our unit commander yelled and shook us all out of our trance. The sound of a dozen people fumbling for their weapons was a thing that was only funny in hindsight, and deeply horrifying in the moment.
“One job, just one job for some shady woman. Everything will be fine, they said. What’s the worst that could happen? They said.” I whispered angrily to myself and picked up my gun.
“Okay boys, flashlight discipline, we stick together, no splitting up, only two of them. Only one is a human. Against a dozen of us. Let’s get this done!” Our commander yelled.
“Yes Sir!” We yelled back and tried not to sound scared. We got into formation and began the slow and butt clenching process of clearing each room of the ship. I was on rear guard, which basically meant if we were to get attacked from behind it would be all my fault.
“Moving.” Our point man, who was actually a woman, said. We slowly walked forward, I did so backwards. With my shoulder touching my wingman’s. I stared at the dark red hallway with my gun ready. Every shadow hid him. Every insignificant noise gave the feeling of cosmic importance. We made our way up to the first room.
“Breaching.” The point man kicked in the door, I heard the sound of my teammates boots rushing into the room. I waited for the sounds of gunshots. “Clear.” I heard her say just loud enough for us to hear. I started to breathe again. “Move.” She said. This went on for a few more thankfully empty rooms. Slowly we all started to get more comfortable, our initial nerves died down. We started to remember our training-
“Oh shi-” Our point man barely got out before slamming into the ground. The sound of a rope quickly retracted with a sickening speed and sharpness. I looked behind me and saw our point man get dragged into the darkness screaming. The only thing left of her was her gun on the floor. The sound of our point man fighting and grunting suddenly stopped.
“Don’t worry, she’s fine.” We heard an echoed voice in the hallway in front of us, behind us, and everywhere else. The same one from the intercom. We all raised our guns, ignored our orders and shined our lights haphazardly. I saw the blur of a person-shaped thing run across the hallway. I dumped half a magazine in its general direction.
A deep, wicked laughter rang through the halls and into our hearts. I heard the sound of something rolling on the floor behind me. “Grenade!” Our commander yelled. We all ducked, a flash bang exploaded near us. I heard a distant click. Six loud shots rang out, a hundred times louder than our guns. I looked over and saw my wingman on the ground, they shook violently along with five others, swearing, I saw the taser round that caused it.
I ducked over to them and tried to remove it, but got shocked the moment I touched it. On the ground I looked up, heard the shots first, then saw another three of my squadmates go down spazzing and cursing. I looked and saw only my commander was left standing. We both sprinted back to the break room.
“Is this why people like horror movies? I’m usually too scared to watch them, but I’m starting to get it now.” The disembodied voice echoed through the narrow hallways and my bones. The commander and I crashed into the breakroom, and barricaded ourselves. Chairs, tables and anything else solid in the room covered the door in less than thirty seconds. We both pointed our guns at the only entrance.
We heard the sounds of scratches and banging outside the door. I felt my sweat on the grip of my rifle. I watched the red light make the shadows dance on the wall. I listened to my ragged breath. More loud bangs and footsteps ran around the outside of the door. Until what sounded like an axe or pipe started beating at it.
With shaky hands I pointed my gun at the door. More bangs. I remembered to reload my rifle. More bangs. I heard my Commander whisper a prayer. More bangs. What I didn’t hear were the footsteps of the human landing behind us, the sound of the ceiling vent closing. More bangs.
A loud gunshot deafened me once again. I turned around and saw the human in a hat, as my commander dropped to the floor. The last thing I saw was the flash of his gun. It hurt but not as much as I expected. It was the type of insulting pain that made you reevaluate your life choices.
Author’s Note: Behold, the stereotypical holiday episode that always happens when a T.V. show runs for long enough. Along with a reminder of how scary Theseus is to everyone else.
Vaguely important second note: This isn’t a series, though it could be debated. It’s an idiotic writing challenge I made up one night and keep almost failing. Writing a one shot everyday for thirty days. I write these like an episodic T.V. show, the two main characters are the same, sometimes there are two part episodes but it’s meant to be enjoyed on its own. The fact it can be read in order is a bonus afterthought. Context is overrated anyways.
Thanks for reading. :}
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