"What's with the creepy videos Shawn?" Vincent asked his older brother, peaking over his shoulder to his computer screen.
"It's just some idiot trying to be scary, its an ARG.. What do you want Vince?" Shawn asked as he sat back in his computer desk chair and shot an annoyed look at his younger brother.
The video was showing a guy sitting on a metal chair in the shroud of night, burning drawings and notes written in marker in a small firepit in front of him. Vincent blinked at the computer screen blankly for a moment before shaking his head to cut himself from the video, hardly seeing the man toss a few IDs in it out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh, mom wanted me to tell you that supper is ready." Vincent said while looking at his brother.
"Okay.. What'd she make?" Shawn asked as he clicked on the next video.
"We're having Beef stroking off!" Vincent said cluelessly.
"Wait what?! Oh, its called beef stroganoff ya little freak!" Shawn chuckled a bit before standing up and stretching his back.
Shawn sighed and started to walk out his room and toward the kitchen, being greeted by their mother. Vincent looked back at the computer screen and looked at the name of the account that posted the video, quickly memorizing it with his photographic memory before he darted to the kitchen as well.
Their house wasn't that big, so they put the dinning table against the wall on the far end of the kitchen when they first moved into the new house a few years back. It had four chairs set around the outer sides, the brothers sitting side by side facing the wall the table was pressed up against with a window in front of them. Their mother gave them their plates and sat on the chair to their left to face the living room and front door.
Vincent turned to the empty seat to the right like he usually did, thinking about the father he never met. His mother would never speak about it, but Shawn spilled the beans the year after they moved in this new place. Their father was a veteran in the war against a country out east, a solder who apparently betrayed his country some how and was either arrested or executed. Once a high school sports star was now a disgrace in their mother's and their country's eyes.
Dinner was quiet like usual with only a few small questions about their summer vacation, but nothing much came from those questions but quick or short answers by the brothers. Shawn just stayed on his computer and watch videos while Vincent burned through his brothers old school books as if they were comic books.
After they all finished their pasta dinner, Shawn tried to sneak his way out of his turn for doing the dishes and failed. While Shawn started cleaning, Vincent walked into his room and tried to push a piece of ground hamburger from between his teeth as he checked his phone for anything new. After seeing nothing, he looked up the weird channel and put in his headphones on before plopping on his bed.
He was surprised by the autoplay of the first video on the account page. Some old song played in the background as he watched clips of someone recording outside, fallowing people at times with quick flashes of random pictures. He kept watching as toys were shown, some just turning their head at the camera while one was in stop motion of a toy being held down and having its leg broken by a small wrench. Clips of people putting bags into their car, some ass hole slowly flipping the camera off from the side of the screen, distorted videos of someone in front of a wall of knifes, and some guy riding a scooter chair.
Each video had hidden texts in them while some sentences were in the open on a lot of the videos. He kept going to the next one, over and over again. Each of them titled by a single word, forming a pattern of rhymes in threes. Some came with music from older songs, while some had weird sound effects in them. Some didn't have any hidden messages in them, these ones bothered Vincent the most.
Vincent felt his eye twitch as he ended up on the same video his brother was watching, the guy sitting in the dark and burning random stuff. But he heard songs he never heard before, not surprising on how bad they were. Rap was not his choice of music, unlike his brother Shawn. He wanted to mute the audio before hearing something in the background as a light started to shine in the corner above the guy.
The light would glow bright then would fade again as the guy looked around his shoulder, wielding a machete with a smile as he looked around. Vincent cocked his head as the guy shrugged it off and pulled out something to smoke. He had no idea if it was a cigarette or a drug, but he felt uneasy as the guy started burning children drawings and ID cards from Vincent's school. Each photo of people had clown faces scribbled over them with marker.
Once the video ended, a brand new one popped up. After he watched it, another one that broke the pattern showed up. It was called "13 Notes" and felt like something out of a internet scary story. He didn't feel right as he opened the video up and saw the face of the man drawn on a note floating between two lines of barbed wire.
This one had no sound, it just showed someone walking around in first person and filming the pages with cryptic and violent messages on them. Some made no sense, some were stupid, and others sounded sickening. The person filming passed a page and ignored it, it looked like one from a horror computer game his classmates talked about; where you had to collect paper while being stalked by some tall guy. The note that the person did give a close up was one that had laughter written all over it, "HA" scribbled all over every inch of the page.
Once it ended, Vincent's phone hot incredibly hot as the screen glitched before it shut off. The reflection from his phone's screen showed him that he was smiling uncontrollably, reacting to it like a jumpscare; Vincent jumped up out of his bed and dropped his phone before backing away slowly. Once the headphones were taken off, he started hearing whispers all around him. They started small and grew to a roar of voices that multiplied and started to become too much for Vincent to figure out what any of them were saying.
Oddly enough, Vincent wasn't afraid as much as he was getting angry and annoyed as he clawed at his ears and tried to shut his eyes. In the darkness behind his closed eyes, he saw the pale face of the man in the videos. Those red eyes glaring at him as his black mouth started to open wide at the boy. Vincent growled as he tried to open his eyes, but it felt as if they were glued shut; forcing him to keep looking at the colorless clown like man.
The face started getting closer, making the boy want to scream; but like his eye, he couldn't open his mouth. He backed against his dresser and felt around for something that could help, but ended up falling out to the hallway and just started to crawl down it and running his hands against the wall for the bathroom. The face was now screaming and laughing in the darkness behind his eyelids and in his ears as he muffled grunts while he pulled himself down the hall before finally feeling the doorframe of the bathroom.
He stood up and felt around for the cabinet or a drawer in desperation, he couldn't think straight with the laughing and screaming added to the voices crowding his head drastically by the moment. He clutched the knob for the drawer after he grazed his hand against it, feeling the shelf het pushed back in a struggle.
He started to panic as he could feel hands tighten around his wrist as he tried to yank the drawer out for the only thing he knew was in there that could help; scissors. His mother kept the scissors she used to cut Vince's and Shawn's hair in the drawer. He jerked his body around as he felt his head hit something behind him.
There was no time to think about it, Vincent was now looking into the eyes of the man and was shaking violently as he slid the drawer out of the counter were the sink was. He whined as he fell to his knees and felt the ground with his hands for the scissors franticly.
He felt hands grab at him as he put his hand on what he was hunting for, gripping them hard as he kicked around and pinched his eyelids before cutting them off his right eye as fast as he could. He screamed in pain behind his sealed lips as the blades sliced threw and gifted him with some vision. Then he went for the left eye lids as he stood up and looked at the mirror as his muffled screams could hardly be heard by his own ears.
The face was gone, but the voices just got louder; the laughter and screaming over powering the voices as he saw that his lips were completely sealed shut. He had no idea how his lips had vanished, but with the onslaught of voices still in his head; one simple said. "You must command them to be silenced, free your voice my child!"
Without hesitation, Vincent stabbed the scissors into his cheek as tears poured from his eyes. He opened the blades and started to cut away at his mouth, removing a large amount of his skin as his vision became blurred by the blood tears. He pinched the loops of the scissors over and over until he felt the flesh free itself from his face and let out a blood curtailing scream before shouting out at the top of his lungs.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!" Vincent clenched the scissors tightly as the voices vanished.
Panting in relief, he fumbled around for a towel. He rinsed his face off with a hiss in pain before patting his face off as gently as he could before stuffing his face into it. He fell to the floor and leaning against the sink cabinet with the towel stuffed against his face. As his legs extended, he felt his legs press against something solid and sort of soft.
Vincent slowly looked up from the towel to see his mother's body there motionless. Her head was leaking into a huge puddle of blood as he glanced at the toilet bowl with a crack and blood stain on the corner of the lid. His eyes drifted up from his mother's body to see his brother Shawn staring down at the scene in horror. Vincent tried to speak up to explain, blurting out.
"Wait! 'rother! I didn't do this! Rother! Rother!? Ruh.. Ruh... Rother..?" He noticed couldn't pronounce the word brother correctly.
His teeth felt cool to the breeze as he slowly stood up and turned to the mirror to see the damage he had done to himself; he had carved an open smile into his mouth and cheeks. His teeth fully exposed and the remaining skin around his eyes retracted into meaty gapes around his exposed eye balls. Looking down into the sink, he saw his lips and part of his cheeks outlined the same smile that was now carved out from his face.
The blood dripped as Vincent looked at the bloody scissors in his hand and started hyperventilating in panic, seeing Shawn rush in behind him though the mirror in a blind rage. He turned around in time to shove the scissors into his brother's throat by instinct, shuttering as he felt the metal scrape against bone. The blades sunk right between two vertebras of Shawn's spine, severing his nerves as he collapsed paralyzed from the neck down.
Vincent watched in horror as he stepped back and bumped into the cabinet as the blood trailed over his eyes and teeth again, tearing up slightly as he started to feel himself grow numb inside. His shuttering slowly going away before he heard the sound of blades against the wall, getting closer. At this point, he cared less and less as he felt dread take over him.
Eyes locked on his mother and brother, Vincent waited for what ever was coming to end him. He had already accepted any punishment coming in his head. He replied and memorized what transpired, trying to put logic to the escalation of the unfortunate events of his horrific acts. Each step he heard made him feel more uneasy as his brain failed to understand, pulling a slight chuckle under his breath from disbelief.
"Your brother was going to end up doing the same thing if you didn't do it first." A crackling voice said as it turned the corner and smiled at Vincent.
"No.. Y-You?! You 'asterd! You ff-iece of shit!" Vincent screamed out at the intruder.
The demon's smile curled wickedly as it cackled at the boy's remarks, grasping both sides of the door frame hard enough to make the wood creek in its grip and leaned toward the inside of the bathroom. Those red eyes showing no blood vessels in the whites of its eyes as they observed the room in different directions as if they had a mind of their own before letting out a laugh.
"Ha! If I was a bastard, then you'd have no God now wouldn't ya?! As for being a piece of shit, daddy didn't push me out of his holy hole!" The demon of madness said while laughing harder.
Vincent looked into the demon's mouth to see his sharp teeth and swallowed hard on a glob of his own blood, finding it challenging to do so with the lack of lips. Once the demon saw that he was looking at the interior of its mouth, it smirked and opened up wider as rows of teeth pushed out from the walls of its mouth and lined all the way down its throat before laughing at Vincent's startled reaction.
"What the hell are you? A denon? Deen… Denon?" Vincent asked as he teared up more.
"A Demon?! Kinda, sorta, sure! Kinda racist but I'm the shell of a fallen angel, so that's still a valid and pretty good guess! Hey look! Your brother's still alive, his brain hasn't died! Yay!!! Supper~!" It said as it grabbed Shawn by the face and lifted him up with a grin.
"No! Ff-lease! Don't! Just let Shawn pass on to heaven! F-lease!" Vincent begged as he fell to his knees and started crying shamelessly.
The demon's grin twisted wider into a wicked smile as it cocked its head and wiggled Shawn's body by his head. Stepping closer to Vincent before placing its free metal hand onto the boy's shoulder while its excess teeth retracted back inside the roof of its mouth and its gums.
"A religious one huh? Well I could let him go up home with yo mama, but what will you give me in return?! I bet you already know what I want, in a way at least.. A soul is pretty costly, especially to a entity possessing a perfect weapon puppet that runs on said souls~! How about instead of devouring you for letting Shawny boy here go to boring ass paradise, you trade instead of sell.." It said with a smile, giggling under its breath.
"What do you... Yes! Whatever the cost is, just ff-lease..!" Vincent said in submission, at the point of sobbing.
The demon's smile perked up even more before it grabbed Shawn's head with both of its hands and crushed it quickly so it would pop like a zit; shooting blood, brain matter, and skull fragments up onto the ceiling. A deep laughter arose from the back of the demon's throat as Shawn's lifeless corps collapsed onto the floor beside their mother. It quickly but gently placed its left set of claws against Vincent's mutilated cheek, still smiling.
"Good little meat-sack.. Pledge you mind, body and soul to madness incarnate! Say it, to the best of your ability or I'll eat you alive right here.. After that, you'll burn and be skinned over and over and over again inside of me! So just say it..." The demon said with a snicker as a line of drool leaked from its mouth onto the floor.
Vincent looked up at the white and black face of the demon, weak from the emotional overload and stress of everything. It let him sob and hic for breath with a unwavering smile on their faces, one carved out and the other from insanity. After a while, Vincent was able to calm down enough to speak again and let his arms fall limp against his sides before nodding against the demon's hand against his face.
"I ff-ledge my self to you... Ny nind, 'ody, and soul 'elongs to you, nadness incarnate..." Vincent said with blood and tears blurring his vision again as they vanish in a cloud of black smoke.
