A maniacal smile played across Jimmy’s lips as he approached his next victim. He held his knife at the ready, slowly creeping towards the old man he had cornered. The man was very old and bald, with a mustache and stubble on his chin. His clothes were rather torn and old, but he still looked tough. The man was also holding a shotgun, which he had aimed at Jimmy’s head. Both of the men have heard about each other, which made this even better for the killer.
Jimmy knew his soon-to-be victim as Papa Acachalla, the man who would never stay dead. Once he had heard about him, he had grabbed his special knife and started hunting him. His ‘special’ knife was enchanted. Stolen too. Basically, whoever it killed STAYED DEAD. No coming back. No nothing. And Jimmy wanted a chance to test it out.
Papa Acachalla knew the killer as well. Jimmy Casket, serial murderer. Though, until he saw the mutilated corpse of Princeton Quagmire on his doorstep, with “YOU’RE NEXT” written in blood on the TV, he hadn’t thought much of it. But now, when he was seconds away from death, he could actually feel himself shaking, something he never did! He tried to relax and steady his aim. He lined up the shot with Jimmy’s head and fired...
Blood splattered on the wall and Jimmy rocked back and forth on his feet, looking down. Papa Acachalla had missed, the bullet going through Jimmy’s shoulder instead. The blood dripped down his arm, onto the ground as the killer stood there. He stayed quiet for a bit, but then started laughing. He looked up at Papa Acachalla, his face twisted and insane.
“Haha! So that’s your secret, wanna know mine!? Let me tell you my secret!” He laughed, moving closer to the bald man. Acachalla quickly tried to reload his gun, but he wasn’t fast enough as Jimmy Casket’s knife became buried in his skull. The gun fell out of his hands as he fell to the ground, unmoving.
Jimmy smiled and chuckled. “Uh-oh, looks like I showed you a little too hard!” He laughed, pulling his knife back out and slashing at Papa Acachalla’s corpse, blood splattering onto the floor and walls. He continued for a bit before he relaxed, getting back up onto his feet.
Jimmy then turned and laughed, looking at the man who was playing the game, who thought he had been controlling the killer. He smiled maniacally and tilted his head a bit to the side. He said, in the creepiest tone possible, “Now then Jordan, remind me who the mascot is. Because I’ve got a little secret for you….” He leaned forward, getting close to the screen. “It’s me.”
Jordan shook his head and quickly reached for the power button on his computer, but was stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked at the computer quickly, and Jimmy Casket was gone. The now terrified gamer slowly looked at the figure who had grabbed his wrist. Suspicions were confirmed, as it was Jimmy. He was out of the game, and smiling creepily at Jordan.
Venturian was about to scream, when Jimmy quickly covered his mouth. “Ah ah ah, no screaming. Wouldn’t want to spoil the secret for your siblings….” He said, his form shifting until he looked identical to Vent. The real Vent’s eyes widened as he saw this. He tried to pull away from the imposter, but found it impossible.
Suddenly, he felt a tired sensation come over him, making him fell asleep. When he woke back up, he was in new surroundings with no Jimmy Casket anywhere to be seen. Suddenly, he heard a booming voice come from nowhere. He covered his ears, but could still hear the words. “Greetings! Fellow Adventures!!”
It was his voice, but he wasn’t saying anything. That’s when it hit him. He was IN the game, and that was Jimmy Casket using his voice! Not knowing what else to do, Jordan fell onto his knees and screamed for his siblings.