The Forgotten Realm of Horror Volume. 1

This is Detective Mac Crimson of the NYPD. For the last couple of months now, I have been chasing a Ghost. My Partners and I call him “The Chesty Killer,” Based on the very first clue we discovered. It was a Family Restaurant, Chesty’s Family Diner, and Parties. Hard to believe several employees died overnight, Murdered during a Cargo transfer. The Diner had ordered Animatronics, you know; robotic entertainment, covered in some sort of animal fur and clothes. s**t, you would see Chuck E’ Cheeses and ShowBiz Pizza Palace; creepy f*****g things. When I was young, I was god damn terrified of those things. Grew up in a town in the middle of nowhere, that also happened to have one of those types of places. I only went there once, for my tenth Birthday. Looking into the eyes of one of them, made me s**t my pants, ha...ran to my mom crying for hours.  Anyway, every single employee who stayed that night moving cargo and such,  all...were violated. They were more than just murdered, some looked like they were torn up to hell. One had his front all the way opened. From his neck to his groin. Intestines were pulled out and laid across the floor. Not all were like this, but some were victims of this. We have all their names, except one. It seems like one of the Employees wasn't anywhere to be found. Which makes us believe he’s the murderer. The Suspected Person is named Brandy Decker, a teenager. She had only been working there for a month until the incident at the Diner; where she is none missing. We talked with her family, who lived outside of New York. They seemed nice, not ones to raise a Psychopath, but never judge a book by its cover. We had a warrant to search their property and found nothing but normal everyday family land s**t. We also asked her friends, who lived in New York, while others were neighbors to Brandy’s Family. With Every single question we asked if Brandy was ever Controlling or psychotic; they all said the same thing, Brandy’s Nice and has never done anything crazy. To be fair, I believe them; but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have any secret intentions. Rather than Brandy, there was the manager, who didn’t work that night. So we suspected her as well, but she ended up having the proof. She and her Lover stayed in a hotel that night, and the place had cameras, so there was no sign of her leaving the room all night. We had hit a dead end until we noticed something else at the crime scene. Out of all the orders belonging to each animatronic, there were four, but we only found three physical machines. We hadn’t realized it at the time, but the other three were in weird circumstances. One, named Chesty, which resembled a Lizard, also the main attraction and mascot of the Family Dinner, was found in a corner, slumped over. It actually looked as if it was burnt by fire. The second, Marko the Marksman, which was based on Robin Hood, but underneath the clothes, was something resembling a tiger. Marko stood perfectly in the middle of the stage. But what was weird about him, as he had a few kitchen utensils launched in his back. Cleaver, Carving Knife, and Bread Knife.  The Third is, Rufio; one that horribly resembles a tree. It looked more like a goblin than anything else, ones you would see in a fantasy movie. Rufio was found stuck under a pile of shelves. When we first investigated this place, we didn't know Rufio was there; until we came back a few more times. The fourth one, named Red, was gone. According to the descriptions on the delivery list, Red was the only one to resemble a Human. Of course, it wasn't, It also had a white-colored shell. These Animatronics were all manufactured by a company named Family Shine Shares. We had already investigated the company and found nothing. But I’ll keep my eyes on them. looked everywhere within the Diner and outside of the family diner. By the time we decided to leave, one of my Assistants mentioned that no one ever checked the roof, vents, or floorboards.  I informed them to investigate the boards and vents, while I checked the roof. As they began their exploration, I left the diner; through the front door. I immediately went to the side of the building, where the dumpster was also at. I turned the corner, to instantly see the ladder. A few large bars covered the lower steps. I drew the keys the manager had given me for the investigation. I then unlocked the lock that held the bars against the ladder's steps. As quick as I could, I gripped the handlebars and began to climb up. I reached the last step and walked onto the roof. There, I saw nothing. Nothing but Trash, Vents that opened up to the roof, dirt, dust, and birds’ nests. As I took a second glance around for extra precaution, one of my assistants called me from below.  He told me they had found the corpse of Brandy Decker. Well, that leaves her off the suspected list I thought. Instantly; I made my way down the ladder. I informed them I would soon come down. When I reached halfway down, however, I froze. Goosebumps covered my body as I began to breathe heavily. I...felt like I was being watched. I quickly looked around in all directions I could see, nothing; it was pitch black after all, and my flashlight was back in my pocket. I resumed my actions. When I got to the ground, the one who would have called me was who I was met with. I turned to him to speak. But what I wanted to say was suddenly gone. His face looked digested, and terrified. I knew why he was like this. I immediately asked him how the corpse was. After a second of the assistant taking a new breath of air, he informed me of the details of the Victim. Apparently, they had found her stuffed deep in a vent, but they were unable to pull her out. He tried to describe the wound that was located on her face, but he was unable to. As I turned the corner into the front door, I heard him throwing up behind me. I entered the room to see the other two holding flashlights towards the vent she must have been in. I approached the Vent and crouched down. I drew my flashlight and lit up the darkness of the vent. I saw nothing. One of the two told me she was on the right. When he had said that, I realized the vent split into a crossway. I had to crawl into the vent a bit more to have a good view down the right pathway.  I finally reached the entrance and flashed my light down. Instantly, I was met with Brandy Decker’s corpse. She was terribly shoved down. Her legs nearly touched her face. Tens of metal pieces looked to have been shoved into her body. But, out of all that was wrong with her corpse, was her face. The skin was shredded off, and her face muscles were shown. Her eyes appeared to have been pushed into her skull. The teeth were all cracked and covered in blood. Most were entirely gone from her mouth. A piece of metal also protruded from her neck, as if it was stabbed into her.  I gave in as I noticed, ugh...I had noticed several pieces of rods had been forced deep into Brandy's Vaginal canal. After I had seen this detail, I left the vent quickly. I was met with the three Assistants. To appear calm and focused, I tried my best to look still. I didn't want to show the face of Disgust that I had gained after seeing the body myself. I informed the three it appeared to be Brandy, but the corpse would have to be recovered to Properly make sure it was her and to understand what happened to her. After a few hours of Permission and work. We recovered the body. Shortly, the carrier arrived to take her corpse to the morgue.  I sent the assistants back home to calm themselves. I know after how I felt, I wanted the three as well. Before they had left, Derekson; the one who had thrown Outside a few times now; approached me. He began to Apologize for his Actions, after discovering Brandy's Mutilated Death. I explained to him it was alright, it was good he had the appropriate response to this situation. Later, before I left the property myself; I stared at the Animatronic that stood on the Stage. I immediately looked away left the f*****g place, I really didn't want to stay any longer; though, I knew I'd be back.  The Next Day, I had arrived at the Lab; to see Brandy's Mutilated Body more, I had too. The Inspector stood over Brandy's Lifeless corpse, which had no Clothes to better investigate. Frank Chief, the Inspector, passed me his handwritten notes attached to a Clipboard. The List went on...Broken bones, Mutilated Face, puncture wounds created by the poles of metal(Which used to be parts belonging to a Sausage Cooker), Bruises, and Etc. I have seen several Corpses in this f*****g job, but s**t; this was the Worst. I realized I kept looking down at Brandy's Crotch. That really got to me. I wanted to ask Frank about the Wound in that particular area, but I couldn't; I didn't really want to. Frank then informed me about his Theories of this Case and all the Mutilated Dead. He suspected whoever did this was intelligent. The Metal Bars were precisely stabbed into the body, Directly into Vital Organs. However, some were gone. Her Heart and Stomach were gone, which appeared to have been removed by a Scoop. Either a tool or their own hand, most likely a Tool of Some sort l say.  Anyhow, it didn't actually help with the Case. It just seemed most of the Victims were Mutilated, and this was the first time we had a case like this in New York. In that instance, we had hit the breaks soon enough on the Issue. A couple of weeks later, we were called in about a Homicide at a Gas Station. Where several people were murdered. As soon as I arrived at the Crime scene, I instantly thought about The Chesty Killer; for they were the same. All the Victims were mutilated, some with bars of Metal penetrated into their bodies. I don't know if it had happened before they died, or if it happened when they were Corpse. Chests were opened, legs bent backward, and faces were torn or cut off. The Same Assistants I had on the Chesty Killer Case, were here as well. They thought the same idea I had, The Chesty Killer came back.  In a couple of days after that, Several Homeless people were killed in an Alleyway. Same s**t as before. Mutilations on every victim. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I had nothing to run on, no evidence and no witnesses; until the next Several Murders. In this one, which took place in a Motel; there was a Witness, but how she told her story made it seem like she was a Survivor. Left to tell the tale. At the Crime scene, we chatted with her… -: Flashback :- "Rosetta Gene?" Mac Crimson asked, the terrified woman wrapped in a Grey Blanket. "Y...yes Detective?" Rosetta asked, looking up to him. "Did you...see what this person looked like?" Mac Crimson asked, slightly approaching her. "He...or I think it's a Male. It had a figure of a Bulky Man. He...was wearing a Costume," Rosetta Gene answered, gaining control of her breathing. "And what did this Costume look like?" Mac Crimson asked. His two assistants stood nearby. They looked at one another confusingly, after hearing what Mac said about a Costume.  "It could have also been armor, but...but he wore White plates on himself. He was also covered in dry blood, or before he…," Rosetta Gene began, remembering the Image of the Killer tearing people apart.  "Before he got new blood on him," Mac Crimson added. "Yes, he...after it was over; He stared at me. I was in my car and...his eyes lit up...green," Rosetta Gene said. "Green? His Eyes?" Mac Crimson asked, confused. "Well, I couldn't see his eyes directly; but the eye sockets on his mask glowed green," Rosetta Gene added. Mac Crimson sighed and thought about the new information he just learned.  -: End of Flashback :- After that, I thought about who the killer was. Why was he wearing a Costume? Why did he let Rosetta live? And Can I ever catch him? What we knew was he was murdered at Night, possibly Male, and Several little things. Sometime later after the Homicide, I had another discussion with Frank about the new Victims. He had mentioned a few things that each Crime Scene had, that were different from each other. First, the Case at Chesty's Family Diner was messy compared to what the last one was, probably his first time; this explains why he wasn't a Case before, though he still could be. Second, every Time of murder after the last; involved a location with growing numbers of Victims. With Four at the Diner, Seven in the Alley, and Nine at the Motel. I had also gained word the FBI was taking over the case, believing it to be a Federal Problem. I wouldn't care if they took the case, however; I would like to know when they will solve it if they solve it to begin with. Lastly, Out of the three locations; the first was the only one to have some sort of s****l Action, that was dealt with Brandy at the Family Diner. She was the only one to have metal bars penetrated into her in all directions, including her Vaginal Canal. Frank believes this Killer Perhaps had a s****l Issue at the time of his Murder. Instead of doing anything with his p***s, if the killer was a male; he had used metal bars to represent his needs at the Crime Scene. With the other murders, he probably didn't need to do it again, for he began his killing spree with s****l Desires; even though the rest at the Diner didn't have the same Wounds.  Then why was she stuffed deep into a Vent? We had just believed to attempt hiding the body, though; sooner or later, it would be found. Anyhow, about a month went by without any more Crime Scenes; until A few weeks ago. Correction, it wasn't another Crime scene, but the Chesty Killer was evolved. I had just gotten home after a day of Visiting my Brother out of New York. When I entered my home, I immediately felt as if I was not alone; but my House Alarm hadn't gone off, and there are many ways people could break in without tripping the Alarm. I looked around just in case, with my gun in my hand.  I found no one and no sign of any evidence that concludes a break-in. Still, I kept my eye on my home. My Wife was Also out of New York, so she wasn't home. After I was ready for bed, I heard the sound of metal clanking. As I Turned around to investigate the sound, the noise grew more rapidly and seemed to get louder. I turned around to see a White Blur moving towards me. The shape shoved me onto my bedroom wall. I immediately tried to focus again to figure out what happened. The Chesty Killer was the first thought that came to mind. I looked to the Fast figure to see a humanoid with white plates. The killer for sure, wearing his white armored costume. I drew my handgun and aimed it at him. I yelled to him to get on the ground, but he had taken a wood beam out of my wall and threw it at me. It had landed right onto my chest, knocking me against the wall again. I fell to the ground, dropping my gun. I gained focus as he slammed his right fist into my face. I collapsed onto my floor. He grabbed me and lifted me into the air as if I was nothing. He threw me onto my bedroom door. The door's hinges cracked off the doorway, causing the door and I to fall into my Hallway. I stood up as fast as I could. I ran down the stairs that connected with the hallway of my home. I soon reached the ground floor, running towards my office. I looked behind me to see if he was in pursuit. I expected to see him reach the end of the steps at this point, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he dropped from the second floor as if he had leaped over the handrails, not just that; his knees barely bent as he landed. The Chesty Killer ran after me. I had left the office door open before, thank god I had, because as soon as I entered and closed the door, he slammed onto the door. I locked the door immediately and ran to my desk. I had another Handgun in the top left drawer of the Desk. I flipped the Switch of my Desk Light to see better. I looked up to the door in time, as his...The left Arm broke through the door and grabbed onto the Handle. There, I noticed...his arm looked hollow, on the surface was the white plates; but I looked through his arm to see my door. What was supposed to be bones, Metal, multiple Wires and Cables were inside as well. I was distracted by the sight, I hadn't grabbed the gun yet, as I took a hard grip onto the Handgun; he busted through the Office Door. He stood in the doorway, out of the light. Suddenly Green Eyes appeared from his eye sockets. I aimed my gun between his eyes. "Put your hands in the Air!" I yelled. The Killer did so, but he slowly stepped towards me. I lost sense as he Stepped into the Light. The fucker was a Machine, A Metal Man; whose skin, sorted into plates of the color white. My arms lowered at the sight of his, its Body. Its face revealed. Similar to the human face, but was clearly a Nonhuman; my index finger squeezed the Handgun's Trigger. One bullet flew directly into its Chest. The bullet merely created a Dent in its white-plated chest.  The Machine created a quiet sound of laughter. It lowered his arms and charged me. I loaded every bullet into him, but the Thing Kept coming. All my bullets had been shot, and as I realized so; The Machine was two feet from me. I gripped onto my desk light and lifted it into the air. I brought it down onto its head, of course; it didn't work at all. He stabbed his right hand into my rib cage. I screamed in pain and tightly gripped the Lights Wires. I jabbed the wires into the Machine's Neck, right into a clump of cables.  His hand inside of me vibrated heavily, digging my insides. I roared in pain, as I saw the Machine twitch rapidly. Suddenly streams of Electricity of the color green blasted out of his body, into me. That was all I remembered from that night. I woke up the next morning, alone. However, I still felt Massive Amounts of pain over my ribcage. I stood up and looked around the room. As I reached my cell phone, I placed my free hand onto my wound, to find no force of entry. I lifted my shirt to see the wound, now a large Scab. As it healed overnight. I decided not to grab my phone and headed for my Bathroom.  I still didn't fully understand what he was, but day after day; I thought about The Machine, The Chesty Killer, and...I changed. I don't just mean how I understand the world now because of a Killer Humanoid Machine… -:AfterNote:- In his Office, Detective Mac Crimson finished his Report of The Chesty Killer Case, he suddenly felt his head sore. Mac gripped his head, with a groan leaving his Mouth. Without a Thought or Memory, Information fled his Mind. Two Words left his mouth… "Red,...Xiverling..." Meanwhile, across New York; at a Warehouse, A man was cutting up the Corpse of his Victim. The Killer had dirty blond hair, a brown long sleeve shirt, and darker brown jeans. This man also wore blood-stained gloves and Apron. This somewhat known Serial Murderer is named d**k Nyei, and he likes to create art of his Victims. A bucket of blood sat next to him on the dirty floor. He heard a sound behind him. Thinking it was His Apprentice, he turned around to see someone he didn't know or something…