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RING. RING. RING.
As Az's 3rd alarm of the day goes off, a fed-up Y/N decides to take matters into their own hands as they barge into their room and rip the blankets off of them.
"It is 7 in the morning, you were supposed to be up at 6!", Y/N yells as they turn off Az's alarm.
Grabbing Az by the wrist and dragging them out of their room and towards their living room. Letting go of their wrist, a half-awake Az stumbles across the living room that's covered in suitcases trying to get to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Y/N and Az had recently reconnected with an old friend from their teen years, deciding to take a little vacation from city life and go on a little road trip to catch up with their friend.
"Damn, at the rate we're going, we're gonna catch all the traffic..." Y/N says in a hushed voice trying to pick up their suitcases and bringing them towards the front door.
Finally awake, Az starts to join in on the clean-up. An hour or two later and a very long argument on how the suitcases should be placed on the cargo bed of Az's pickup truck, both go back inside to wash up and change for the long road ahead of them all the way from Texas, to Louisiana.
After finally finishing up everything they needed to do before hitting the road, Az opened the door on the driver's side and took a seat before starting up the car and making sure everything was fine with it. Y/N takes a seat on the passenger seat and immediately pops their headphones in. The trip will be long, boring, and filled with mini-arguments between the two friends, but it'll all be worth it in the end...
-time skip 4 hours from now-
The crunching of the pebbles under the tires combined with the muted sound of music from Y/N's headphones is all that is heard as Az stops the car. Y/N looks up, rubbing her eyes.
"Why'd you stop the car?" Y/N questions, looking over at Az.
"Look at the sign. The roads closed." Az says, letting out a sigh of annoyance.
Az begins to back out, her eyebrows scrunched with concentration. Y/N types something on her phone and then turns her head to the side.
"Look, we can go in there. The GPS says this is a good detour." Y/N pipes up, pointing at a dirt pathway to her right.
Az nods, turning the car towards the dirt path. Finally, the two girls are off to their destination. But after only a couple of minutes, Az stops the car again.
"Oh my god, what n–" Y/N cuts herself off as she looks up from her phone.
On the far end of the road is a pig. A pig with human limbs springing from the sides. Said pig was chewing on something, its head buried in the grass. Even inside of the car, with the noise of the heater, engine, and faint music coming from Y/N, they could hear the unsettling grunts and squeals. Y/N hears a quick crunch and darts her head to the driver's seat window. There she sees a large figure. She couldn't make out the details since it was so dark.
"Oh God think I'm gonna be si-"
"AZ, WATCH OUT!" That was all Y/N managed to say before the person broke the window, knocking Az unconscious.
Soon after the first girl was knocked out cold, Y/N felt a harsh hit to her head, the dim world fading to pitch black.
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"Why is this meat so tough? What did you feed it!?" A frustrated voice fills my ears.
I blinked, my eyes opening to a blurry display.
"Those hitchhikers from last week.." Another voice chimes in, sounding rather annoyed.
Two boys and a pig sat right there in front of Az and me. One of the two boys looks up and notices me.
"Well looky here..finally awake!" He chimes, a large grin plastered on his face, "I was beginning to think you were dead!"
"What the... what the fuck? Who are you? Where am I? What the fuck is that?!" I yelp, my heart racing as I make eye contact with the mutated pig.
"I was getting to that part silly! Welcome to Cottonwood Farm! I'm Jackson–" The eccentric boy announces before getting interrupted.
"What's up with this one's face?" The taller, more brooding boy scowls, poking Az's cheek.
"William! What did I say about showing some respect when we have guests?!" Jackson screams, his cheerful expression quickly shifting to a more agitated one.
"You're acting like a damn fool Jackson." William walks up to Jackson, puffing out his chest.
Jackson huffs angrily, shaking his head before looking back up at me, "You were both brought here tonight for a special reason. The Lord wants us to show everyone our gift...and we cannot disappoint The Lord."
William grabs something out of a wooden crate. He then kneels down to the disfigured pig.
It looks like some sort of green heart. ..
William mumbled something about a naughty piggy going loose on the road but all I could focus on was the way Jackson was staring menacingly at me. It gave me an unsettling pit in my stomach as William shoved the foreign object inside the pig's stomach. The pig let out a few low-pitched squeals before slowly getting up. The floor creaked and groaned under the weight of the pig. I glanced at Jackson, noticing the sinister grin on his lips once more. The pig slowly made its way to Az, sniffing her with its long and deformed snout. Az finally began to wake up, noticing the mutated pig right in front of her. She lets out a guttural scream which scares the pig away as it rushes out of the room.
"Well I've got a pig to catch." William says while he stares at Az, slowly walking out the door.
Jackson quickly followed his brother close behind with that menacing smile never leaving his face. But before walking out, he picks up a butcher knife that laid on the ground and slowly raises it up in a mocking manner before exiting the room. Leaving two terrified best friends trapped with no way out.
I turn to Az, worry written all over my features, "Where the hell are we?!"
As soon as Az's heart begins to slow down, they take a deep breath, giving me a slight shrug as a response. Finally, we both get the courage to stand up and walk around the room. We notice how it's in the shape of an L. Against the wall opposite of the door, there are wooden tables with a bunch of tools and supplies. My eyes catch a bottle of what seems like medicine just there on the table. I pick it up, inspecting the green-tinted bottle before shoving it in my pocket.
Are they building a house or something!?
The room rounds into a corner. At the very end of the path was yet another wall. This time there was a hole right in the middle. Right above said holes were words painted in white paint along with an arrow pointing directly at the hole.
REACH INSIDE
The words read. I turned to Az, a small grin tugging at my lips.
"20 bucks says you won't reach in that hole right now," I poke at their side, my tone light and teasing.
"Ah fuck you..." They mumble, hesitantly reaching out.
Their hand slowly disappears as they reach in, to which not even a second later their hand shoots back out. I raise an eyebrow only to notice the large black spider on their hand. My heart stops as I leap onto one of the tables, a loud screech falling from my mouth.
Az shoots me a glare, picking up the spider by its legs and throwing it in my direction. I squeal again, trying to get away from the bug but falling off the table in the process. That's when I heard a click and the sound of a door unlocking. My eyes darted to the door which was once locked, only to find it wide open.
"Doors open," I groan as I stand up, dusting myself off.
Soon, we're both outside of the room, walking down the hallway. We passed by a bathroom which was disgustingly dirty. Tentatively, we walk in, the smell of fecal matter abusing our noses.
"Hey Y/n, 20 bucks says you won't stick your hand in the toilet." Az chuckles dryly.
"Watch me," I smirk, pulling my sleeves up and reaching into the toilet bowl.
Out of it, I pull out what looks like a cat statue.
"Fun..." I grimace, walking back over to the sink and washing off my arm and statue.
Once out of the bathroom, we walk down the hall again, rounding a corner to...another hallway. And again, we walked into another room. Inside was a pool table, bookshelves, and a painting. I paid no mind to anything as I left the room through a different door. Down the hallway, we saw, you guessed it, another door! This time though, it seemed to be blocked off with chains and a giant beetle crest on the front. To the side was a closet door.
As I began walking towards the closet, the doors flung open. I jerked backward, my eyes widening as I once again made eye contact with the same mutated pig creature. It let out a low squeal before running right at me.