Getting up from your desk and stretching, you glanced at your computer screen, the Outlast starting screen staring back at you.
You'd just spent the last few hours playing the game, and so far, your favourite part was The Groom himself, Eddie Gluskin. You'd spent most of the game, from the moment he showed up, playfully flirting with him, apologising you were running from him, saying you'd be his bride but since you were playing as Waylon, you couldn't. Stuff like that.
What? He was hot, and you appreciated deranged fictional men like anybody else!
Suddenly, you felt faint, black spots filling your vision. You wavered and then collapsed.
When you next awoke, you were standing outside your truck, surrounded by a bunch of trees, and there was a very familiar building in the distance.
Oh.
Shit.
You had two sets of memories. The first was you playing Outlast: Whistleblower, the second was of you driving here, feeling an unexplainable urge to get here immediately.
Everything was the same… except Outlast wasn't a game here, but everything in it was real. Which meant Eddie was real.
… you know what you need to do.
Humming an old tune under his breath, Eddie Gluskin, The Groom, was busy making a wedding dress. For who? Why, his lovely bride, of course!
Though first, he needs to find her.
Ever since the break-out, while all the other inmates ran wild and killed the guards and scientist that had caused them so much pain, Eddie had immediately made his way to the Vocational Block, the only place here he ever liked. He made use of all the sewing equipment, making himself suitable clothing for a wedding, nothing at all like those rags he'd been stuck in for years. Ugh. And now he was making a lovely dress for his wife-to-be!
He knew she was around here somewhere. He'd heard her voice after all, saying such complimentary things about him. And some rather… naughty things too, but he didn't mind. Once he made an honest woman out of his darling, they could do as many naughty things together as they liked.
And he had many things he'd like to do to her.
Yet while he tried to work and set up the wedding for her arrival, others tried to distract him. Temptresses! Whores! Trying to seduce him, trying to…
Oh, but he dealt with them, no need to worry. Carved them from belly to groin, fixed their vulgar parts, then hung them up downstairs, allowed them to rest… forever. This way, they wouldn't make him forsake his vows, wouldn't try to harm his bride to replace her–!
Eddie cut those thoughts off before he could become anymore enraged. Instead, he observed the dress he had made. Oh, it was simply perfect! You'd look stunning in it, wouldn't you?
A clatter from down the hall caught his attention.
"Darling?" He called out, hopeful that it was finally the woman of his dreams, the ones whose words motivated him, kept him going. "Is that you? Oh, darling, come to me!" He rushed ahead, long legs carrying him quickly to where he heard rustling and–
He turned a corner and was face to face with you.
A wide grin split his face, and Eddie groaned with relief. "Darling! You're finally here…! Oh, I'd almost lost hope… I'd worried you'd gotten lost or…" His expression turned angry, briefly, as he thought of less pleasant reasons for why you might have never shown up. And on their wedding day, too! "Oh, never the matter, you're here now!" He says, expression clearing up again, giving you a besotted, obsessed look, smiling down at you.