Andrew sighs as he relaxes in the bus seat, staring out the window as the scenery flies by. School had been more draining then usual today, and the new crazy rumor of a supposed underground child battle royale didn't help the matter, so all Andrew wanted to do now is go home, relax, and play video games. His eyes slowly begin to fall as a wave of exhaustion hits him and he figures he is just exhausted from school today, so he closes his eyes and decides to take a nap while he waits for his stop, never noticing the strange gas pouring out of the vents.

When he finally wakes up, he slowly stretches his arms and legs before sitting up. He expected to see the interior of the bus or maybe his room, but what he sees is old and dilapidated tunnel. Andrew doesn't move a muscle, fear and confusion overwhelming him too much to do anything.

Questions begin to flood his mind, 'Where am I? How did I get here? Where are my mom and dad?', but before he could collect his thoughts, he hears a gentle humming sound coming from his left. Andrew turns and could barely make out the back of a feminine figure at the end of the tunnel. He quickly jumped off his spot on the stone floor and rushed to the stranger, hope for her help overriding his fear of strangers.

"Can you help me? I don't know where I am.", He calls out to the mystery woman, though she doesn't respond. His voice is too meek and unused to shouting to carry across the distance.

Andrew slows down as he approaches the woman, noticing something in her hands. His stomach drops and bile fills his throat as his eyes adjust to the light and he sees what she's holding. In her right hand, she has a butchers cleaver drenched in fresh blood, and in her left, she holds the decapitated head of a girl that goes to his school. Her eyes blankly stare at him, and her mouth lolls open, as if she was trying to talk to him.

Andrew is snapped out of his transfixion when her hears a woman's voice calmly say, "Oh, I found another one.".

His eyes dart back to the woman he had tried to get the attention of before. Her face was now turned towards him, her eyes are wide and manic, and a sinister smile graces her lips. Andrew instincts immediately take control, as he turns and runs from the woman with all his strength. He can hear her resume her humming as he turns the corner at the end of the tunnel, only to find it leads into another tunnel.

He runs and keeps running, not risking a moment to slow down. Andrew has no idea how long he been running, with no clocks or sun to give him the time, and a seemingly endless array of tunnels and passageways for him to go through. Andrew's lungs ache and his muscles burn as he runs, tears slide down his face as he desperately forces his body to move. The sound of the girl's melodic hum echoing through the tunnels, always seeming to be right behind him no matter how fast he goes.

Andrew keeps pushing his body forward, but he soon finds that each step is harder and harder to do, every breath stings, and his vision slowly is turning blurry. He can hardly stay on his feet when he feels something hard and fast smash into the back of his head, sending him face first into the ground. Andrew rolls onto his side, his face scratched up from the rocky ground, to see what hit him. The thing that hit him had been the schoolgirls head, which now laid right beside his, staring into him once again.

This is the final straw, as his mind snaps. Andrew curls up into a ball and breaks down into tears, his throat and lungs hurting too much to do anything but make weak whimpers.

The woman slowly approaches Andrew with the same manic eyes and sinister grin. She kneels down beside Andrew and lifts her cleaver up over her head, and in one fell swoop, slices Andrew head off his body.

She watches as Andrew body barely convulses and his blood pools around them, taking a moment to appreciate just how much effort the boy had put into escaping her, before retrieving both the schoolgirls and Andrew's head. She quickly scanned the tunnel for the hidden camera broadcasting her to the audience, before finding one and walking up to it.

She lifts the pairs decapitated heads into front of the camera, making sure they could both be seen clearly, before pushing their mouths together in a mockery of a kiss.

"Ah, young love can even transcend death." She said in a condescending voice before bursting into laughter.


Name: Clara
Age: 12
Personality: A naive and flirty girl. She is very kind but trusts too easily.
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Sexual Murder, (possibly add taxidermy)
Setting: A girl you find attractive enters your beachside store. She seems very cute and sweet, and she keeps giving you little flirts. You decide you are going to keep her.