Escapism (A DHMIS fanfic)

Chapter one

Danny was turning thirteen today

Usually a birthday is something you're supposed to spend with family and friends, maybe go out somewhere together

Well...what happens when all of your friends are dead? What are you supposed to do then?

Harry had died two years prior while trying to help Danny escape the house. of course the teachers had caught the two of them, Danny was locked in the basement and Harry was killed. They didn't even bother to make his death quick and painless, Danny was trapped in the basement for hours, forced to listen to his friend's pained cries and screams as 'they' all took turns using their worst forms of punishment on him, to "make up for old times" they said. Sketchbook was the only one who didn't want to join in, something about "not being a big fan of gore" Instead they stayed in the basement with Danny, trying to soothe the child as his broken sobs filled the pitch black room

That was the day he learned that Sketchbook wasn't like the other teachers

They were nice...

After the other teachers got done punishing Danny for trying to escape, Sketchbook secretly stayed with him, frantically apologising for what the others had done

Of course they weren't entirely innocent, though,

Sometimes, if Danny was drawing with a green crayon or doing something overly creative to try to take his mind off the lessons, Sketch would jump onto the table and stab his hand with their pencil. It was never more than that, and they would always apologise five minutes after doing so, but...there's only so many times that your hand can be stabbed before 'I'm sorry' loses it's meaning...

Maybe they'd be his ticket out of this place,

He hoped so.

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Danny sat in the kitchen, staring off into space blankly

"Robin...Harry....is there something wrong with me..? Is that why I'm being tortured like this...?" 

Over the years of loneliness, Danny had grown accustomed to talking to the voices in his head, hell, even naming them after his friends in a last desperate effort not to forget the two that had helped him through this hardship right up until the end of their lives

"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't...we're your thoughts, we can't tell you what's right and what's wrong without you knowing beforehand." Came the imaginary reply in his head

Well...that didn't help...

"Y'know, maybe you should talk to Sketch? They're good at expressing themselves"

He sighed loudly, trying to drown out his thoughts 

"..Sketch can get a little annoying at times...but alright...I guess I'll go talk to them..." He muttered aloud

He got up and walked to the kitchen door

"..Huh...? That's....new..."

The door wouldn't open, no matter how much he tugged on the door handle

Wait...hang on...

"Aww, kid, why're you running away from your problems?" Hummed a sing-song voice from where he had just been sitting

...oh no...

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sorry about the second part of this chapter being a bit rushed, I'm tired and it's 12:00 on a Friday night

aaa I need sleep

welp, gn my boyes, I'll hopefully continue this in the morning

(I promise the next chapter won't be filler)

adios uwu owo uwu