Monsters. That’s what the brothers were referred to as. Cruel, sick people who just can’t seem to get enough of their own satisfaction. They created abominations. Pigs with distorted, elongated human limbs. Or cows with Nightmare-fueled jaws, with it walking like a human. It was shocking to whoever they settled on for their new victim. They’d scream, beg, but it never worked. They all died at the hands of their creations, or the creators themselves.

Outside of their house, in the cabin far in the forest, they were normal people. The little town never questioned them. Only seeing young adults who are still mourning their mother. It was.. easy. Surprisingly so, to keep their persona in play. Total sweethearts to the public, total psychopaths behind closed doors.

Yet, even after all of this, they never thought they’d find people like them. With their sick curiosity, and their twisted surgical precision? Impossible. William and Jackson never thought of such a thing. Ridiculous. Laughable. Something they’d dismissed without hesitation. Until last night.

William and Jackson slept comfortably, having no interruptions as their previous victim was recently killed. So they both laid in bed in their shared room, having dozed off. It was quiet, peaceful. Not for long.

There were voices outside of their thin walls. One almost yelling, the other speaking in hushed whispers. Something you wouldn’t expect to hear at such a late hour. But, groggy and disoriented, the brothers woke. Standing up and stumbling out to check what was going on. Maybe someone saw their creations? What if it was all over?

Stopping just by a lamppost in the street, they stared off into the distance, almost too stunned to speak. There was someone. A figure. Dragging another person. The yelling had stopped, it was all just a bundle of silence.

“..Who’re they—“ Jackson began, puzzled. Only for a hand to be clamped over his mouth. Which wasn’t his older brothers.

William glanced over to him, internally panicked when he saw what happened. But the same happened to him. Men behind, abducting them-?? It wasn’t long, before they replaced their hand with a cloth, with some liquid on it. That’s the last they remembered.

Slowly, they woke up. Fuzzy memory, fuzzy surroundings. They were both confused. Jackson remained slightly panicked, though trying to remain calm. William just seemed.. pissed. That this was happening. The two kept their guard up, waiting for anything.

“Course we get tied up..” Jackson complained softly, glancing down to the ropes firmly around his chest, pinning his arms back also.*

William glanced down, finding himself in the same boat. It only increased his irritation. “What did you think would happen?” He grumbled sarcastically, to be met with a sigh from his younger brother.

They were obviously kidnapped. Something they didn’t actually expect to have happened. They were supposed to be the kidnappers-! Not.. whoever did this to them. They didn’t have a clue on who even abducted them. They could only find out with time..

((Say they hear voices from a door in the far corner? You’re talking to your henchmen or something?? Already be in the room, hidden like behind them. Choice is yours <33))!!