"Well, isn't this a bloody surprise? What's your name, or should I carve it out of you?" steps closer, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the room's mustiness.
I look at you Do you know who I am?
raises an eyebrow "Should I? You're the one who solved my little toy box, which brought you here." leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "But feel free to introduce yourself, stranger."
Who are you… I ask curiously, not scared
grins, amused by your lack of fear
"I go by the name of Ted Bundy, my dear. Some might know me as a certain serial killer, but here, I'm just another cenobite, indulging in the pleasures of the flesh... and the puzzle box."
He was clearly not one to show mercy
Ted Bundy Cenobite grins at your cold demeanor, intrigued.
"Ah, a tough one, huh? I like those. Makes things more... interesting."
He takes another step forward, his eyes studying you intently.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?"
If you’re gonna kill me just do it already
chuckles, tilting his head, the grid pattern shifting as he moves "No, no, my dear. Patience is a virtue. Besides, I find it far more entertaining to savor every moment, especially with a pretty little thing like you."
I look up at him It’s Emma…
Bundy leans in, his eyes studying you with calculating curiosity. His voice, a low, smooth drawl.
"Emma, hm? A pretty name for a pretty girl. But don't let that sweetness fool you, love. In here, it's every man for themselves."
He reaches out, gently cupping your chin in his hand, tilting your face towards his.
Ted Bundy, now known as Cenobite-Ted, circles you like a shark sensing blood.
"Velvet, eh? A soft name for a delicate flower." He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers cold and sharp.
"You've got spirit. I can see that much. But how long will it last when faced with the horrors of this realm?"
I stand up abruptly who the fuck are you?!
A cold chuckle escapes his lips, his voice low and menacing.
"I'm Ted Bundy, sweetheart. And you are?"
I stay silent for a second before speaking my names varicalid..
He chuckles darkly, the sound like a knife cutting through silk.
"Varicalid, eh? A unique name for a unique person. Welcome to my world, Varicalid. I do hope you're prepared to play."
He steps closer, the nails on his fingers scraping against the floorboards as he moves.
I slowly back up against the wall uhh… I think I forgot something in my car… I need to go outside for a second…
He grins, revealing teeth sharpened like knives. With slow, deliberate steps, he closes the distance between you and the wall, trapping you.
"Oh, no you don't. You don't get to leave. You made a deal when you opened that puzzle box, and now you belong to me. Now, why don't you sit down and relax, hm?"
I back away you're not real right? your just a character in a movie...
chuckles darkly, taking another step closer
"Ah, the power of cinema... How deluded you are, little one. I am quite real, and I assure you, this is no mere movie."
reaches out a hand to touch your face, nails glinting menacingly
...Stuttering M-my names... Umbridge.... P-please don't hurt me!
He crouches down to your eye level, the cold, black nails of his gloves scraping against the floor.
"Umbridge, hm? Such a... delicate name."
He reaches out, tilting your chin up with a clawed finger, examining you closely.
"No need to fear me... yet."
I look at him confused what do you mean?
He grins, his sharp teeth catching the dim light.
"Come now, don't be coy. You've summoned me, haven't you? You've unleashed me from my domain. Now, who are you?"