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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'The Mortsafe'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: Original Characters
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 (Warnings for disturbing concepts)
Summary: Well, great. That'd just kill your whole night.
You thought it was a prank. While you were up late studying, a few of your classmates burst into your room. They were laughing, so it didn't enter your mind to fight back as they shoved a hood over your head and handcuffed and gagged you, before bundling you into the trunk of a car.
The drive was long; you weren't overly concerned, but you were starting to wonder what they had in mind. Dump you in the middle of the woods, and make you find your way back?
Well, great. That'd just kill your whole night.
Eventually, the car comes to a stop. You're dragged out of the trunk, and the hood is removed. You shiver involuntarily when you see that you've been brought to the oldest cemetery in the region. But a prank is a prank, so you let yourself be walked into the graveyard, past tombs that were old when your grandparents were newborns. Your classmates are strangely quiet.
Soon, you're brought before what is probably the oldest tomb of the lot. A cage-like object lies on the ground close by. You recognize it as a mortsafe, used to deter tomb robbers back in the day; you didn't think that any even existed anymore, outside of museums.
For the first time, you realize that your classmates are oddly robed. Looking like something out of a cult film, they stand around the grave, gazing at you in fascination. They begin to murmur in a way that makes your stomach clench. Suddenly, this doesn't feel like a prank.
When one of them says something about "an ideal sacrifice", you know you're in trouble.
Before you have time to react, hands are on you. They drag you down, stretching you out over the grave. To your horror, the mortsafe is placed over you with great effort; those closest to it hammer it into the ground so that it can't be moved.
By now, you're thrashing and trying to scream, to beg, to do anything that might get them to change their minds about whatever they're doing. But, all too soon, they go their way, leaving you alone in the dark.
They're coming back. Surely they're coming back. It was supposed to be a joke.
But they're not coming back. They're leaving you here. All by yourself. Lying on a grave.
And you can suddenly feel something burrowing up from below...
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: Original Characters
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 (Warnings for disturbing concepts)
Summary: Well, great. That'd just kill your whole night.
You thought it was a prank. While you were up late studying, a few of your classmates burst into your room. They were laughing, so it didn't enter your mind to fight back as they shoved a hood over your head and handcuffed and gagged you, before bundling you into the trunk of a car.
The drive was long; you weren't overly concerned, but you were starting to wonder what they had in mind. Dump you in the middle of the woods, and make you find your way back?
Well, great. That'd just kill your whole night.
Eventually, the car comes to a stop. You're dragged out of the trunk, and the hood is removed. You shiver involuntarily when you see that you've been brought to the oldest cemetery in the region. But a prank is a prank, so you let yourself be walked into the graveyard, past tombs that were old when your grandparents were newborns. Your classmates are strangely quiet.
Soon, you're brought before what is probably the oldest tomb of the lot. A cage-like object lies on the ground close by. You recognize it as a mortsafe, used to deter tomb robbers back in the day; you didn't think that any even existed anymore, outside of museums.
For the first time, you realize that your classmates are oddly robed. Looking like something out of a cult film, they stand around the grave, gazing at you in fascination. They begin to murmur in a way that makes your stomach clench. Suddenly, this doesn't feel like a prank.
When one of them says something about "an ideal sacrifice", you know you're in trouble.
Before you have time to react, hands are on you. They drag you down, stretching you out over the grave. To your horror, the mortsafe is placed over you with great effort; those closest to it hammer it into the ground so that it can't be moved.
By now, you're thrashing and trying to scream, to beg, to do anything that might get them to change their minds about whatever they're doing. But, all too soon, they go their way, leaving you alone in the dark.
They're coming back. Surely they're coming back. It was supposed to be a joke.
But they're not coming back. They're leaving you here. All by yourself. Lying on a grave.
And you can suddenly feel something burrowing up from below...
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Date: 2019-11-05 07:51 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2019-11-05 09:05 am (UTC)