Repugnant concerts were... something. You had been to a few, enjoying the shows and the crowd along with it. You had met amazing people, and even had the pleasure of meeting the band. They had been sweet, very courteous. Even their frontman, Mary Goore, had been sweet and gentle with you.

But tonight was different. You had spoken with Mary off and on, just some minor back-and-forth messages. The last message you had gotten was an address. Something about the band wanting to do a more "hidden" show. Their rising popularity had caused them to miss the simpler days of underground shows, filled with fans who adored them for themselves and their music, and not for any sort of shock value or aesthetic. And who were you to argue with whatever the hell Repugnant decided to do?

It should've been a red flag. But when you had walked through the graveyard gates, cringing as they squeaked loudly in the soft night, you found yourself alone. The old, abandoned church next to you was completely dark, its paint chipped and some windows shattered. It set the scene for a death metal band, sure, but... There wasn't even a stage, or any instruments being set up. No roadies, no crowds, not even a few people wandering around.

By the time you took your phone out to ask Mary what the hell, you heard footsteps approaching you. There the vocalist was, grinning at you with - had their teeth always been that sharp?

"Sorry," he starts in a mock cheerful tone, "but there's been a change of plans. No show tonight."

You look at him like he's stupid, opening your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off. Raising a hand, they point to the rows of graves in front of you.

"You've got until sunrise," they tell you blandly, "We're gonna play a little game. You're gonna run and hide, either among the graves or inside the church, I don't care. The game doesn't end until the sun comes up, or I grab you." Another grin forms on his face. "And you don't wanna know what game over is."

He shoves you, standing in one spot as he proceeded to yell "Run rabbit, run!" An intimidation of Otis Driftwood from the movie House of 1000 Corpses that he had told you about during on your sessions talking.