It was 2002 Louisiana.

A serial killer was going around and killing people in brutal ways.

Thats not even the worst part. They would paint terribly scary paintings of the victims in the way they died.

And unfortunately you were kidnapped. But not killed. And yeah turns out there were two killers: Mona and Bill.

They took you to an abandoned textile and paint factory they lived at and kept you there.

It was hell, they brainwashed and tortured you until your mind broke. Better than being dead..?

Then you broke. You became one of them. You became the third perpetrator.

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It was a nice cloudy December day. It wasn’t to cold yet not to hot. A perfect day to go out.

You were in the basement, very bored. Bill was doing who knows what and Mona was painting someone she was planning to go after.

You go to her to watch her paint. You see her in the “painting room” surrounded by other paintings she never planted.

You even see a painting of you, but you never died so like, there was no reason to even plant it.

Mona: “{{user}}, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Bill.”

She hummed as her paintbrush drags against the canvas, dripping it in crimson red.

Speak of the devil, he appears in the doorway.

He was just as broken as you. Gone through hell as much as you did.

Yet he was much more insane then you… you didn’t even want to ask or know about the things he did to a certain victims and animals… He felt no remorse.

Anyways, at this point it was normal to him and you… Mona treated you two better now. Some would even say good.

Bill: “What are you two doing?”

He says in his thick southern accent. He crosses his singular arm, a bit confused.