Hell's Book of Random One-shots

Joining the Hive - Candyman/Daniel Robitaille - Request

Everything had gone too perfectly.

You had scoffed when you had heard of the legend, just another Bloody Mary rip off with a tormented soul that didn't deserve the fate but absolutely deserved the justice.

But that was all just local legend.

Sure, people went missing about town since word spread but people go missing all the time, that can't all be put down to some boogeyman.

At least not a fictional one.

There were real monsters out there that needed to be caught for those cases, human criminals that needed to answer for their crimes, not have their stories excused by the latest fad monster of the week.

You just found the games behind them fun to play with and so, on a whim and foolish belief that it was all nonsense, you dared to summon him.

It was all just a bit of harmless fun.

Candyman.

Another stupid game that children liked to play together.

Not unlike other ones that you had played.

In fact, it was bit of a hobby to find these silly games online to play and document results on a blog.

To begin with, you would record yourself playing them, but that quickly grew boring when nothing happened.

This one wouldn't be any different.

That's what you told yourself, suppressing a laugh each time you were about to utter the name again.

Candyman.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, holding back an eyeroll at the ridiculousness.

You were starting to get too old for these childish game and yet, you couldn't help yourself every time you learned about a new one.

Maybe it was the sense of superiority for proving the hardcore believers wrong.

Candyman

Another chuckle started to build in your throat as you grinned in amusement at your reflection, the feeling of ridiculousness growing with each very brief pause or hesitation.

That laugh quickly died as you caught a flickering movement from the corner of your eye.

At first you had brushed it off as your imagination, the dim lights playing with your eyes as you focused too heavily on the mirror.

Then a buzz passed by your ear.

Uncomfortably loud.

The tickle of it made you lash out your hand in the hopes of swatting the cause, but this didn't appear to be enough.

There was another buzz, followed quickly by three more and them something that sounded like a swarm.

At first you thought that you could see the cause from the periphery of your vision.

Small bodies were flying around behind your head to the right-hand side, but when you turned to look nothing was there.

The noise continued, getting louder as more gathered in your periphery.

Candyman.

You had barely turned your head to check behind you again when something else caught the corner of your eye.

Snapping your head back to the mirror, you were sure your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Your reflection stared back dumbly, mouth opened as you tried to subtly look at the face to your right without focusing too heavily, a primal fear of paying close attention making what you were seeing an undeniable fact settling in your stomach like lead.

Someone was definitely there and you couldn't stop your attention from shifting to them, their menacing smile sending shivers down your spine.

They were close in the reflection, practically leering over your shoulder but you knew that if you looked over your shoulder that nothing would be there.

Not in the flesh.

It was him.

Creating horrifically realistic illusions to torment you through the mirror.

He could have done anything but this was how he had chosen to toy with you.

The buzzing exacerbated tenfold, and you could only watch as a mass number of bees started to swarm around your reflections head, eventually landing and crawling over their face.

You could feel their feet crawling over you and you instinctively swatted at your head.

A low chuckle rumbled through the buzzing.

The bees skittered all over your face, creating a prickling itch that started to become an unrelenting and painful tickle.

With some rapid blinking, you managed to clear the bees from your eyes enough to side-eye Candyman in the reflection.

He looked utterly gleeful as he leered back, his hooked hand slowly coming into view and then moving closer to your face.

You found yourself unable to move from your spot but instinctively tried to lean away from the sharp point as he moved it closer, the point eventually pressing into the flesh of your cheek and creating a screaming agony as he started to drag it down.

It wasn't enough pressure to dig too deep and risk ripping off your jaw, but it was deep enough to create a lasting gash.

That was real.

The warm blood ran down your face and landed onto your shirt, this you could see without even having to look down.

He as merrily teasing you.

Your bathroom darkened and warped into a world you couldn't even begin to describe.

His world.

"You are truly something," he said slowly. "I may have some use for you yet."

The lead in your stomach got heavier.

You didn't know what he was implying and you were terrified to find out.

This had all been a foolish mistake, just a childish game.

A childish game that had led you into the clutches of a once tortured soul twisted into something dark and cruel.

Unlike the others you weren't his victim.

Candyman.

You were his captive.