Get It Through Your Head

Isolation

*Victoria's Point of View

After Bill got my body out of the forest, he ran to the mountains. I floated awkwardly in pursuit. How do I control this? I'm not the only one with trouble though. Billtoria wobbles and stumbles like someone who spent a year on a teacups ride.

"Why don't you teliport?" I call after him. Her? Ok. I'm just saying him. This is getting confusing.

"I would kid. But its a waste of energy to teliport meat sacks. And it can have a lasting effect. Sometimes." He says with a smile. A WAY too big smile.

"But you're easy enough." He shrugs and I blink. When I open my eyes I'm in the Fearamid. Nill instantly finds me and I'm forced to play a bunch of long games, like Slides and ladders, No u, Live, What Could Possibly go Wrong the Board Game and several others. I normally wouldn't, but the pieces are the only things I can interact with and I have nothing better to do.

At first I was playing normally. Then I beat her in a round of Sugar Land and it got real. She grew at least 10x her size! Fire spewed and giant tongues fell out of nowhere and she broke into 3 floating pieces!

I had to promise to make her cookies to get her to calm down. I don't think theres even a kitchen here! After that, I threw the games to avoid death.

Eventually she got bored of winning. So then I became her doll or something. She kept switching my outfits with magic. A frilly dress, a mini skirt and crop top, long flowy dress, you get the picture. It sucks. Lucky for me, she gets tired and leaves me alone in her playroom. In a tutu. But its maneuverable.

After who knows how long, Bill comes back.

"Pain is hilarious. But this thing, I'm done with it." He moans. I remember I was about ready to start my period.

"Welcome to the female body Bill." I chuckle. He leaves my body and I dive back in. Owww cramps. Oh well. I have fingers again.

"Ok. You might be here a while. I'll hook you up in the penthouse. Sixer stayed up there a while back. I've never had bad ratings." He floats me up through corridors to a huge, creepy room. I don't know what he did, but EVERYTHING hurts!

I don't black out but my vision blurs and I slip into that half asleep and half awake bliss.

I'm jerked back to reality when Bill drops me onto a hard floor. An ankle cuff attached to the wall with a blue chain appears on my ankle. I tug at it but I don't even care. I struggle over to a strange couch and slump onto it. I just want a nap.

"Fun fact, that couch is made of living human skin!" He laughs at me. I jump a mile and scream. As if on cue, the couch opens an eye and a tongue rolls out. I'm gonna be sick!

"Don't get your taco in a twist. I'll make you a bed. Just tell me something." Bill floats closer and tips my head up by my chin.

"I know you saw the wheel. Now who did you tell?" He demands. I shake my head. He knows my family of course. But I can't put anyone in danger.

"I'm basically a living lie detector. And I can read your mind. Don't waste our time." Bill huffs. Good thing Dew taught me how to retreat into a room of sorts in my mind. It takes practice but you can block your thoughts. And I already got it down.

"You too? 3 years ago even, nobody could just keep me out! You think I care? I can still tell a lie, and you can't get out of that darling!" He exclaims. But hes talking to a lifelong con artist. Lying is as easy as telling the truth. And thats no lie! Not that you could tell anyways.

I look him dead in the eye and take a deep breath.

"I am a purple koala named Jackson who is currently eating cotton candy underwater." I say. I've passed my homemade lie detectors. I hope this works.

His eye goes wide and I swear I see sweat form on his nonexistent brow.

"You little shit," he whispers. It worked! I don't think I've ever heard him cuss before....

"You can't cross me! I'll tear you limb from limb! You'll pay!" He screeches. Then the fancy room is gone. And I'm alone. In the dark. Its damp and cold. The walls are like cobblestone or something.

Suddenly a dim orange light appears. And another. And another. They're eyes. Watching me. Following me.

I sit in the dark room. Seconds, minuets, hours. It all seems the same. I can't take it. They're watching. Always.

I reach the nearest one and claw at the eye. It shuts. And it feels good. I go to the next but before I can touch it I'm yanked into the air by faintly glowing blue chains. And the eyes watch. And I can do nothing. And the minutes stretch to hours. Which stretch to days.

I can't sleep. They're always watching. I fall victim to exhaustion. But it means nothing because the eyes keep me up. I start seeing things, lurking in the shadows just beyond the light.

I can't do this. Please. Someone make it stop! I'll do anything! I plead to nobody because nobody is there. But I was wrong. Hes always watching.

I was hoping you'd say that kid.