Just some nosleep style fanfic about Dwight

BoxOfSpicyLips

DISCLAIMER : it's just part 1 of a horror fanfic story I made up, I'm not a super fan that reads all the lore so it's not 100% true to any canon or headcanon nor does it include romance or sexual content. I cannot promise picture perfect literary execution either, but I can promise you I tried.

Haunts of the spared - pt.1

Dwight felt the familiar panic sprint across his spine as he held down the cold metal to open the exit gates. Just a few more seconds and it's going to be alright... for a while. A scream torn up by the wind made him jolt and press his body against the wall, as if it'd make any difference. Wait... the wind? There was never any wind. Something was off. Suddenly, he found himself almost letting go of his one way out, feeling static sweep through him as if a limb was asleep, only it was his entire body. Was it some sick joke that... thing... was playing on him? He was the only one left now. He had failed. Was this his punishment? The intrusive sounds of the gate opening in mere moments snapped him out of it and he took off as soon as he could. Running felt like in a bad dream where you could swear you're dashing through syrup. His mind couldn't make anything out anymore, he went cold and limp. A familiar smack against his ribs sent him flying forward just as he was about to go crashing towards the ground. He heard the spikes crawl up to keep the monster away behind him. He had made it. All light funneled away in painful seconds as if tar had pooled around and over his vision.

He woke up, and having to adjust his eyes to the light coming from the window caught him by surprise. Reaching to put his hands against his face, something tugged on them. It was an IV tube. He looked around, and saw a nurse. An actual nurse. Not a drop of blood on her entire getup. "Good morning Mr... Fairfield, is it?" Dwight couldn't believe it. He was looking at her as if she had asked him to take her to his leader. She might as well have, because he couldn't pay attention to a single word being spoken. Normal felt intrusive, as if it was a lie in disguise waiting for him to feel comfortable and chomp him back into reality. Oh god, reality. Was it actually real? It felt real. His wounds were definitely real. Nothing made sense and he just wanted to go back to sleep. Sleep felt so serene, so long awaited. With no regard for whether it was a trap or not, he dosed off, lulled by the rare luxury of relaxation.

Woke up again. Still there. Still hurt, but alive. The sight of two police officers hovering above him wasn't what he'd hope for to welcome him back but it didn't really matter. Anything could happen from this point on and none of it could possibly be worse than being in there. One of them leaned forward and asked him what he remembered. "Not much" Dwight murmured. "It's pretty hazy but there was someone with a mask that was there to hunt us. I know how it sounds but I swear, it's not something someone can forget. I'm pretty sure though that I spent most of the time unconscious. How long have I been missing for?" the officer's eyes communicated pity. Dwight expected the answer to be months, even years. "Two weeks ago, you were reported missing together with your colleagues after going into the woods, do you remember that?" He couldn't believe it. There was no way it was two weeks. There was no way it was two months, even. It was like that had happened years ago. "Yes, I remember that. We were drinking and I passed out, that's all that comes to me. Then it becomes very patchy. Just a bunch of hiding in the woods from something that stalked us and running if it found us. Are there any other survivors?" lies and pretend. He remembered it all clear as day but there was no way he was going to tell them he had been the prisoner of an otherworldly lump of spider legs. He also knew there were no other people who made it out. Each one of his co-workers has been turned into a husk and then he'd never ever see them again. So long had passed, it was as if his life before the trials had been a mere fading prelude to the horrors that were supposed to be his entire existence. Appearing convinced, the other officer chimed in. "There have been disappearances, but nobody has ever been found, 'cept for you. We'll need you to write down all you can remember and contact us if somethin' else comes back to you. Don't worry, you're not a suspect or anythin'."

Although Dwight had insurance, it only covered most of the cost and he sure as hell couldn't afford to stay at the hospital, and besides, his wounds weren't completely crippling. Couple broken ribs on his back, a surprisingly talented clean slash across his thigh, various bruises and that vexing wound through his shoulder. It hurt, but it would pass and then he could forget about them. Forever. No, not forever. There would be no forever, and that's a good thing. No loops, no broken laws of the universe. Just his usual, unremarkable life. For the first time, Dwight felt that too as a good thing.

The long trek on the subway and agonizing wobble home were finally over. He slipped his key in the lock, turned it and pushed the door, the familiarity of which felt instantly comforting. There it was, his dusty one-room apartment, just as he had left it. Without even bothering to turn the lights on, Dwight stumbled to his bed and slowly placed himself upon it with a heavy grunt. He listened to the sounds of the street and dull pulsating of the nightclub next door and even cats brawling it out, and it was all welcome... because it was home. Just as his attention was nearing the edge of pulling away from the noises, his blood ran cold. There was a sound that had crept in. Even this feint, he couldn't help but recognize it instantly. Even this far away, it swallowed every other with ease. The sound that once encountered, lingered in his mind even many trials over. A dreaded humming of a lullaby that foretold nothing but agony.