Your eyes burst open in panic, a cold sweat drenching your shirt. You can feel someone staring at you. Someone dangerous. Your bleary eyes dart around searching the darkness. You see nothing. It's just you. But that sense that something is wrong lingers. What do you do? [[Go back to sleep it's nothing]] [[Get up and turn on the lights]]

Despite the nagging feeling in the back of your head, your eyes drift closed and you fall into a sound sleep. You awaken to something wet dripping on your forehead. Your hand absently reaches to brush it away but it lands in something very sticky and very warm. You jerk awake and look at your hand to find it covered in blood. "W-what?" Suddenly you feel a weight in your left hand and look to see that you are firmly grasping a bloody knife. You gape at the knife in your hand as the blood trickles down your face. Confused and afraid you get up out of your bed only to trip over a large object. You fall flat on your face and pray that you didn't just trip over a dead body. Guess what? It's a dead body. [[scream]] [[run to the door]]

You start to get up out of your bed before you realize what if there actually IS something in your room. [[Grab your pikachu plushie]] [[Be wild and wing it]]

You scream. Loudly. "This is the police, open up!" The sound of the police banging on the door makes you realize how this looks. You're covered in this dead person's blood. Your prints are probably all over the knife. The body is in your room. You're going to be conivcted. Your whole life will be taken away from you. But you didn't do it! Or did you? You can't remember? God why didn't you wake up! You hear the cops burst through your front door. "Search the area!" You're running out of time. [[flight]] [[fight]]

You throw the knife and can fill the bile rising in your throat. You rush to the toilet and vomit profusely. You can't be in here. You have to run. What if someone finds the body? You can go to jail! [[flight]]

You forsake the chubby pikachu because you feel like there's obviously nothing in your room. It's probably just the remnants of a forgotten nightmare making you paranoid. You flip on the light and a see a shadow on a wall. A shadow of man. That is not your shadow. [[Turn around]]

You grab the closest thing to you, which happens to be a very robust pickachu that sits on your bed every night. You pause and listen. Silence. Slowly, you make your way out of your bed and to your light switch. You hesitate. [[Let there be light!]] [[Go back to sleep it's nothing]]

You run to your window but then you remember that your room is on the second floor. You could probably break a bone or two. Your eyes glance to the knife. You hesitate. [[Jump]] [[Fight your way out]]

" I am not going to jail" You run and open your window. You wrap your blanket around the blade of the knife and rub your prints off the handle. You can hear the footsteps nearing your room and the occasional "clear" being shouted. You take a deep breathe. This is going to hurt. A lot. With the blanket still wrapped around the handle you jab the knife into your side. The pain makes dark spots flash before your eyes but you're not done yet. With the knife still embedded in your side, you crawl to the dead body and fall next to to him. It's a him. Bile crawls up your throat but you get as close as possible and position yourself to face to the door. Darkness creeps into your eyes as you see your door burst open. "I found something sir" A smirk flits to your lips beforeyou fade out

You have no idea why you shouted that but it sastifies you in a way you can't explain. With one hand still firmly gripping the pikachu. You flick on the light only to see a shadow of a man. That is not your shadow. [[Throw the pikachu]]

you instinctively put your hands up and turn around slowly. You try to appear as non-threatening as possible. If he doesn't fear you. He'll be more confident and less rash, you decide. You now face a man twice your size armed with a hatchet and a ski mask. But he's shaking and his eyes look bloodshot as they dart wildly around the room, only focusing on you for a second at a time. You remain calm. [[Talk him down]] [[Grab the hatchet]]

You puff up your chest and start speaking in a low voice "hey," you start, " I'm unarmed. See?" You wave you're already raised arms. Oops. You must have forgotten this is an obviously unstable man who more than likely came into your room to murder you. He slams his hatchet into your skull and your whole word darkens. You dead man. Why would you try to talk to a killer? Welp, sucks to suck.

You dive for the hatchet and the man dodges you and wildly swings the hatchet. You duck and your eyes land on the pikachu plushie. You scramble for the stuffed pokemon and firmly grasp his chub. The man's hand grabs your ankle and you desperately kick him off. Your survival instinct kicks in and you jump on your bed armed with the yellow mouse hybird. The man lifts his hatchet high. With a warrior's cry you leap on the man pressing the pikachu against his face with as much pressure as you can. He stumbles backwards, falling on the floor punching your back, but you press harder, and scream louder until he falls silent. You just suffocated a man with a pikachu. "Open up it's the police!" [[Faint]] [[flight]]

While tightly closing your eyes, you screech and throw the helpless plushy behind you. There is an almost inaudbile thud as it hits the ground. You slowly turn and see a very sturdy looking man with a very sharp hatchet. [[faint]] [[calm your nerves]]

You faint and hit the floor with a hard thud and your world fades to black. You jolt awake in a hospital and frantically search for the hatchet man. There is a cop standing over you. "Can you answer some questions?" You nod, slightly delirous but capable. "Do you remember what happened" [[Lie]] [[tell the truth]]

You close your eyes and try to center you chi. Which is dumb because there is a murderer in front of you. Why would you close your eyes? He slams his hatchet into your skull and you fall to ground dead. Sucks to suck.

You jump bending your knees to lessen the impact. But in your desperate need to escape you forgot about the large tree outside your house. You crash into a branch and land painfully onto your arm. Pain ricochets up your arm into your head as tears pop into your eyes. You see flashing blue lights and a pair of boots. "I found something sir". You've been caught. And will be probably be convicted. Fleeing a scene looks pretty skecthy. Sucks to suck.

You grab the knife A cop burst into your room and sees body. "Put your hands up!" He shouts. Fear seizes your mind. You do not want to go to jail. You do not want to be here. Tears prick your eyes. "I said hands up!"You charge at the cop with a scream only to be shot in the chest. You're world fades to black.

"No sir." The cop proceeds to tell you how the precient got a call saying there would be a murder at your house in your room at one of two times, 9:30 PM or AM. However, they arrived to see you passed out unharmed. He tells you that it was probably a prank call and rest up. You smile and say you will tell them if you remember anything. You won't.

You describe the hatchet man to the police officer who listens with the impression that he doesn't believe you. He tells you about a call they got saying there would be a murder at either 9:30 AM or PM in your room only to find you. He says they will search for the man. But you believe him as he much he believed you. You think of the predatory hatchet man and hope you will never run into him again. But you can't help but feel there will more times where your life will be on the line and you can't help but wonder what choices you will make.

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You begin to describe to the officer how you smothered a man who try to kill you with a stuffed pikachu when he cuts you off. "There was no... stuffed animal.. or hatchet man at the scene" You blink. "My pikachu is gone?" You realize that is probably not what you should be asking. The officer tells you how pranks like this could get you into trouble and you sit there baffled..