When Demencia had invited her over, Shimmer didn’t expect to walk into what looked like a war zone. Opening the door of the manor, a strong smell of blood assaulted her senses, more stronger than anything she had ever smelled, and she had skinned a man alive once. But this… there was also something else to it. Something she couldn’t place.
It was when she had found the mangled body of Doctor Flug Slys that she had begun to slightly panic. Not because the evil Doctor was dead, no… but because there was a small lock of green hair, buried in mess of blood and organs scattered on the floor.
A low hiss shook her from her thoughts, and a chill went down her spine. It sounded close. Making her way to a nearby room, her hand had grasped the door handle when another low growl sent her panicking.
Slowly, she turned her head and saw… No… it couldn’t be… “De-Demencia?” She asked, trembling at the sight of her friend, her body soaked in blood, eyes red and filled with malice.
Shimmer didn’t think as the woman dropped to the floor. She just ran. Making her way down a dark hallway, she swore as she hit a dead end. The sound of a low giggle filled her ears and by the time she turned around, Demencia was already in front of her, hand gripping around Shimmer’s throat.
The last thing she felt before she woke up screaming in her room, were the rows of razor sharp teeth sinking into her neck and ripping out a hunk of her red flesh.
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