User:RoyalBlackDreams

My name is Havooooc!

I hear screamed at me from behind. I ran as fast as I could to a door and ran out…... I was safe….. Or So i thought. I made it home and to my surprise upon opening the door I was not in my house…..My name is Joseph Klyne and I will now you tell you in these very brief moments what is happening to me. I am….I work….Well I worked at a small store in New York. I had very few jobs. In return for simple tasks such as taking out the trash, Sweeping, Recovering lost or stolen items, and taking care of drunken or doped up bodies and tossing them out. Did I mention the little store…..is a bar. I got 3,330 Dollars every 3 weeks. I know that amount of money for that work seems unreal but that was my reality.

I was one day asked to recover and return a notebook. the description given to me by my employer was rather over exaggerated compared to his usual “ It looks like what I said it looks like, Now get outta here” style of descriptions. No, not on this day. He told me that this notebook was meadow green with a decorated border. This was honestly already enough for me to go off of. However…..He kept going and he went on and on about how Beautiful the book looked and how hard it was too miss….But there was one thing in his description that caught my attention….”The Symbols! The Symbols. Oh the glorious Symbolic nature of this book.

He concluded his frantic and over titillated rant. By telling me to not look inside the book unless I am ready to be transformed into something wonderful beyond myself. He had said he felt less…..Evil, his intentions for Killing and violence completely diminished. I laughed hard for about 2 minutes. I mean seriously if you knew this man like I knew this man you would know that he was the most violent bar owner in New York. He beat a college student once for talking to his other customers with malice. He did strongly believe in a happy work space that is for certain…..Well anyway he took this kid by his Blonde and Curly...Almost Like Andy Samberg from SNL Styled hair and smashed his head into the bar counter repeatedly until blood was literally shooting from his skull and tossed him outside. afterwards I was left to clean up the blood and as I was cleaning I noticed begin to leave. Obviously because of what had just happened without so much as a moments notice this Old Bar owner Hurls a chair right at the door and yells for everyone to sit back and have a seat it was Horrifying the look on everyone's face but...I still…..Respected the old man he was something to truly behold…..

Well to go on this man was anything and everything but a happy man but after laughing I could see he was not joking he was quite sincere. But How? How in the hell could a book do that I asked myself Time and Time again before getting into the mission laid in front of me. I had to find the book but I had a full week to find it so in honor of MY LAST and FINAL job ever! I had saved up 1 thousand dollars each and every time I got my paycheck I had been working for him for exactly 1106 days precisely and this marked my 158th Week here and my last job ever and it's an exciting one at that so I drank Congratulating myself on a job well done and a life well had here over the past 3 years.

I eventually got drunk enough to head down to my favorite spot to go when my minds gone. The triple X Bunny Club. I hit the door and stumbled inside only to lift my head to a much darker neon type Bunny club…that's right it was October and Halloween was around the corner so the bunny club got a Holiday change like they started doing they year previous. I was helped off the ground by a particularly peculiar mummy themes female with long, long, very long pinkish hair with black streaks here and there. her hair I swear reached down to her knee it was insane. She swung her hair around and even wrapped it around the pole.

All of this twirling should have surely knocked the wig or weave off...But it stayed perfectly intact...It was real and in every way hypnotizing her whole body except for her head was wrapped in bandages it was so sexxxy the way she looked at me with so much focus. And wherever she got those contacts I need to find out her pupil was a Glowing turquoise 4- point star with a black dot right in the middle it was so Focused….Much like she was studying a new project and I felt engulfed in the experience and couldn't bring myself to find another women to google over at this signature club. At this particular club you could enjoy a limited time with a beauty of your choice. I chose for her to crawl into the luxurious Rose room with me I paid the cashier at the front desk an alot of 3 hundred dollars and took my chosen beauty into the room with me. she was as beautiful each in every second I got to caress her body and feel each curve. I began to unravel her bandage from the neck down attempting to suck on her neck I felt a strange feeling that quickly drifted from my mind as she jerked her neck away from me jumping up and attempting to leave the room.

In my drunken rage I immediately grabbed her back with alot of force yanking her back towards me. Her and I Banged and crashed into the walls throwing each other to the ground rolling around like Pre-Pubescent children. I finally overpowered her leaping on top of her I began to pull down my pants and as I was looking down at my zipper stumbling around she kicked me in my crotch and punched me in those and walked away as If nothing had happened. I recovered and jumped up to run after her I had lept out of that room screaming for the girl with the long pink hair. Yelling and raving….I was certain she was there. soon after thrashing around for about 10 minutes I was kicked out of the club with violent force.

I began to walk home drunk and stumbling. I needed to pee badly all the liqueur needed to leave my body somehow and I felt no need to throw up. I then proceeded to stumble my way down the dark streets of new york. At this point of darkness it could have been anytime between 12: 00 - 5:00 am. I finally came across the alley-way closest to my apartment. Why I didn’t just walk past the alley way and proceed to my apartment building which was directly around the corner. I don’t know…..I….still blame it on the alcohol.

However….I cannot discount the attraction I felt to that certain alleyway….

Anyway….Back on track...I wobbled my way into the wide narrow alley-way and unzipped my pants quickly and….relieved myself where i was standing. When I was done I of course proceeded to leave the alleyway. I turned and I….. saw a boy. I could swear there was no one in that alley-way but me…..However now there was….a boy. He looked young, maybe 8 or 9.. He was wearing a large over sized hoodie I couldn't see the color. I assume it was black. He also wore jeans, no shoes and he was holding something in his left hand.

I found this boy clutching his stomach in fetal position…...I then discovered,,,,,He knew I was there….I tried to slip past him without being detected….I failed.

Without notice this boy was attached to my leg begging me for food and crying…..

Scared and sobering up a bit I started to panic not knowing what to do I shook my leg violently…..He wouldn't budge I then started punching his head, As I was frantically yelling “get off, get off”...... He looked up at me….I could not see his eyes or nose….but… I saw his  mouth and…..he wasn't sad or in pain. Like I guessed he would be from me punching and kicking him. No…..He was….Grinning and evil grin smiling out of the corner of his of his face….a ….Side smile of evil...This smirk with a sharp sharp corner stabbed me worse than any knife. As Afraid as I was I forgot what age he might be and delivered one last blow knocking him back. As he loosened his grip around my leg.. I ran as fast as I could.

I ran home….and….eventually got some sleep…

I woke up the following day believing something was sitting on my chest. I arose in a cold sweat unsure of my surroundings. I began to yell but before a sound left my mouth I remembered where I was. I had pondered the events of last knife thinking back on all of the events…..everything was….hazy and dark when I look back on the previous night...Hmmmm “It must have been a Nightmare” I said so surely to myself.

I began my day like every other day with the exception of the time. It was 9:03 am I had until 10:30 am to do everything, so essentially I had to cut everything I did in half. So I did 30 Push-ups, Sit-ups and Pull-ups. Yes Usually I do 60 or 70 each but in my line of work you have got to understand you need to stay in shape. So after all that and of course of few jumping jacks I took my shower at around 9:53. I did all the necessary things you do when you are cleaning and by the time I left it was 10:28. I was dressed in a Jet Black Dress Shirt ,very Dark combat boots, dark black breathable skinny jeans Skin tight almost but very stretchy and easy to move and run and jump in. I was highly prepared.

I walked down the street to receive the final info on where I could find such a book on where this Book might be. I arrived at the bar and to my surprise the cops had flooded the place afraid of being roped in to this I crept around back to quickly jump into the office the boss had a weak spot in his building. you could easily unlock his back door using a special key I like to call a bobby pin. I slipped on my black leather gloves and opened the green alleyway door that led into the room behind his office I opened the door gently and closed it firmly behind me as not to give away that anyone had been through there recently. I walked past all the extra liquor and bottles to his office’s back door and opened it…...Oh god what I saw next reduced me to a mere child I was stuck in a loop of horror as I watched…...As I watched…..His body swing back and forth oh my god the horror was seeping out of every hole…….Oh sorry let me explain it was the old man hanging from the ceiling His eyes blacker than the close I was wearing. His body full of holes naked and bare. He was strung up the ceiling by his hands bound by…...Bandages……... like ace Bandages….He had been stabbed seemingly more than a hundred times and his throat had been slit…..Dear god. My hand began to tremble and my throat was filling as tears were so wildly running down my face.

About to throw I up I kneeled down on one knee and came to a shocking realization that this is a murder scene and I needed to go as soon as possible to avoid being seen otherwise I would have been pinned as a suspect. I at the time not thinking too much about what was happening grabbed five files on his desk and ran out those doors as fast as I could still with caution not to make too much noise I slipped due to the fact that I had earlier stepped in the old mans blood. I dropped the files…. All of them! “DAMNIT!!!” I yelled. I quickly looked around because I had made an idiotic mistake. All of the files were scattered about except to folders which had been wrapped in red and black electrical tape. One had been labeled “The Special Book” and the other had been named “Unspecified. I picked up these two files as they were the only ones intact. I ran quickly to my house to of course read up on what this book that he thought so highly of was about.

I had gotten home and sat down for a couple of minutes contemplating what exactly the fuck I had just seen. I knew that the job was irrelevant now. But…. with these files staring back at me into the pits of my curiosity and urged me to jump inside to see what secrets it held. I began to open the folder cutting the electrical tape with my pocket knife I opened the folder to find three Notebooks inside. One blue. one Black and…...One…..Green. I quickly remembered the description that had been given to me by the old man. This….was the book he had described…..but how? Did the old man somehow find the book between last night and whenever he got killed? Did the person who kill him return the book? Did he have the book all along?.....HOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. I dared not look inside due to the effects it seemed to have on the old man. So I dabbled inside the other two notebooks to find mundane things such as drawings that looked to be the work of little kids that depicted a tall man with red eyes and a hat and he was dressed very well…..but those are the only details in all of these drawings. I quickly jumped to the next book. This book had much more. It had pictures, drawings, notes, and symbols the most common was a…..Four pointed star. the recurring theme was the man with the hat and that damn star that I had so vividly remember that stripper having in her eye.

I….watched T.V for hours on to what seemed to be an eternity from about 1:23 until 7:30 or something around there I am not sure the time here seem….to be….frozen at 12:00 I don’t even know if it’s am or pm. I fell asleep with the T.V On. I awoke to what seemed to be a dream land everything a bit stiff and cold as if in a purgatory where the world stands cold and alone as it stands. I know of no ways to stop myself from dreaming. So I did as I did as I as I thought was right research where I was I woke up in an house on my couch but I was not in my house and I was not alone I could feel it in the air I was not alone. If it makes sense I could feel darkness.

I walked for hours or so it seemed like that to my feet. I had probably only been walking for minutes in real time. I came across I building with much more color than anything else in this dream…. So naturally I jumped at the chance for this to go inside. I quickly yanked open the luscious and vibrant building…..I….Soon figured out that this was not something to be happy about. I came across voices one of a garbled man an echoing demonic voice but it was male I think….I heard two other voices One of a child and one of a teenage girl. I crept up on the room not looking in but listening. They spoke of madness. They Spoke of Chaos. They Spoke…...Of me….

“Come in visitor, I can sense your madness. No use in hiding out there” I walked inside expecting the door to close on me or something I wouldn't put it past this dream. The other two presence in the room vanished into thin air they were gone no one except for this black figure with classy clothes A hat, eyes that….. that resembled 4 point they were what seemed to be black and white I believe. He talked with such a smooth tone in his voice. “Hi stranger what might you be looking for?” I….I don’t know I said Humoring this thing. He spoke again but this time he went on for quite a long time. He spoke about how madness is the true happiness he told me of how chaos has caused global triumph in many areas. He spoke of how letting yourself go from everything and just giving up your insanity and turning it into happiness can make you the happiest you have ever been. I thought to myself “wake up wake up” However….He could….Hear me….He told me that would do no good he told me I was in his world. He told me there is now waking up from something that is not a dream.

“I Don’t know exactly what you are but you're lying this is a bad dream” I defiantly said “You do not seem to understand…” He spoke but was cut off as I continued yelling “You cannot intimidate me WAKE WAKE WAKE” “You can’t escape my realm it is not going to happen” He said starting to laugh “You shut your fucking mouth you dirty demon” I demanded. His laugh ceased and he went into a fit of rage signified but the tendrils Rising from his body and his eyes seemed to have changed color now glowing and red and fierce. “I am not a demon” He exclaimed ever so gently. then with tremendous force he let out a cry that shook the very fabric of this dream like...realm!

'''“MY NAME IS HAVOC! I AM HAVOOOOOOC!”'''

I ran as fast as I could to a door and ran out…... I was safe….. Or So i thought. I ran toward the direction of my actually home It felt like hours to my legs my feet blistered and bruised now hurt so bad but…. I made it home and I was relieved I walked up all the stairs necessary and to get to my door and opened the door…..However to my surprise upon opening the door I was not in my house. I am now in that house and this thing is after me I heard his voice outside moments ago speaking to those two others he...Disbanded them to search and merely uttered the words “Time to wreak Havoc”.

I am afraid and don’t know what to d- Aggggh Ugh Wha- what is….this. Its….A...Ban...Dage. (Its as hard as steel but it looks like wrappings for a humans body...but... how?) A girls voice is heard as I am fading away….”I found him! I found him!” I hear the Dark mans voice once more before blacking out into darkness….”Excellent” “Lets see how well you can see in the dark”.