In Amnesia... Things Happen (Part 1?)

It was a normal day for us, really. By us, I mean my friend, (f/n) and I, (y/n), on the good, old laptop that's been giving us entertainment since the day we got it. It's been a while since we've hung out, and we've been getting more and more into the game, popularly known as Amnesia. Sure, we were major freaks when it came to jump-scares, and we aren't exactly the bravest of people. But we've been wanting to try it out for so long now, so I thought, why not, right?

So, (f/n) had come over at about 2:30, and the game had finally finished loading about half an hour prior to said time. The minute she came in, I was glomped, a normal tradition for the two of us, especially when we haven't seen each other in more than forever, so we decided that'd be a great way to greet each other under such circumstances, right?

Anyway, I had loaded up the game, and we immediately started a new game. She declared to start off playing, leaving me sitting next to her to watch as we made it through the opening cut-scene, and finally getting the controls down. She headed out of the specified room that she had started out in. In his drunk-like state, Daniel had made it out of the room, guided by (f/n). We talked about random stuff that's been going on, making future plans to when we could hang out, while being interrupted by the occasional scream and laugh from either of us, depending on our actions.

Eventually, it had turned about... 3:30-4? I couldn't really tell, the game was formatted to full screen, and my phone, for about the tenth time today, had gotten itself lost. Little shit adored doing that, and it was a pain to track down later. Anyway, we were a quarter's way into the game, still getting scared by sudden, little things that were put in just to scare the life out of some poor unfortunate soul that was playing.

I had finished my turn to control Daniel, having the lantern in hand after wandering the dark for a long, long, long while, again, getting scared by the few little things that made us scream and laugh at each other. It was (f/n)'s turn, and she had been wandering for a while, us getting a key to whatever door it went to. But, again, she got scared, this time she screamed at the top of her lungs, and ran to the back of my room, while I sat there laughing as Daniel got killed for the ump-teenth time since we've started.

"Why didn't you tell me that was there?!" She screams, through my laughing fit.

"I-I didn't know!!" I giggle out, looking at the female with tears in my (e/c) orbs. Even though I was scared just as much as her, her reaction was 10 times better than my own, who wouldn't laugh at that? Like I said, we were total wusses when it came to this kind of stuff, so of course we could have been scared to a literal death, but we were fine enough so that we didn't have to do so.

"Yeah, whatever!" She says with a fake anger in her voice as she walks back over, standing dead in front of me. "That was really cruel! You probably did know a--" Her words stopped there, seeing a trio of long, back claws attached to what was made to look like a hand. It seemed familiar... but it wasn't until she was dragged... into the laptop... a subtle scream interrupting my thoughts as I watched the last of her legs go through.

I stood, immediately starting to panic. "(f-f/n)?? Wha--" And it was then my turn to get dragged into the lasting darkness as I landed on something. That something seemed more like a body, but, resorting to logic, I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to look at whatever I landed on, in case it could kill me with a quick slash to... wherever. I was scared enough as it was, I didn't really want the face of my murderer and the weapon of said thing to be seen going through me like a needle and thread.

But, after a bit, a grin in the female's voice, along with my name being exclaimed in both relief and happiness, I opened them, seeing the eyes, face, and all of the other things that made up my friend.

"(f-f/n)!!!" I smiled, getting up, letting her stand as well. She didn't seem damaged, but I couldn't tell. This lighting was probably the worst I've ever seen, and the sheen of fog didn't help in the slightest. "Are you alright?" I immediately ask, seeing her searching a few feet away from me.

"Yeah, just fine... do you know where we are?" She questions, finding something with a metallic sound to it, but it wasn't visible to me quite yet.

I shook my head, though she could barely see it happen. "No... I have a feeling it's some sort of basement or something... no normal house would have stone flooring, right?" I return, walking over to her, and a slightly opened door, pushed open quite a bit more by the person with me. I looked in as best we can, not seeing a whole lot from where we were.

"You pumped??" We heard, the second we opened the door.

The few seconds after the voice rung out, we slowly looked to each other, and then to the source of the voice... a... pig. A rotting... gross, pig. Straight ahead of us. Great. We're hearing things.

Paying no mind to it, (f/n) stepped onto it to advance, only getting a yelp/squeal of pain. "Ow!! Watch it!" He, according to the voice, screamed to her, but his gaze changed to a slight glare, to a flirty glance to the two of us. "Well, hello there, ladies~" He says, only gaining a confused glance to him from myself...

And a few broken ribs from the other girl with me, hearing things like, "You perverted pig!" and "Shut up!!" from her, and squeals of what could be mistaken as nearly dying from the pig. I simply left the room, leaving the violence to my friend.

After another minute or so, I saw the silhouette of my friend come out, dragging me down the hall.

Which was the worst mistake we could have made...

Here comes the bro.