𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞

"Stop messing up my masterpiece."

💿NOW PLAYING: BIG BANDS by WayV

SUMMARY: ── trapped in one of Sicheng's film, the group must survive a horde of zombies.

GENRE: ── horror

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Rain bled into the grand hall room, filling in the cracks of shattered pavement. The white pillars stand weakly, fighting against the green fog that slithered into the buildings. Somewhere in the distance, a hollow scream filled the silence. 

Kun tightened his grip on the Colt Python in his hand. “We stick together,” he said with a low voice. “One wrong move and we’re feeding those things.”

Ten, fixing his hat, scanned the room with restless eyes. He’d seen those things crawl out of the ground, their mouths opening wider than humanly possible. Yangyang crouched beside him, reloading his shotgun with trembling fingers. “I am going to kill Sicheng when we get out of here.”

“Don’t look at them too long” Xiaojun warned, his pistol aimed at the hall behind them. “The longer you stare, the closer it gets” And then came the sound- a wet, dragging shuffle. Figures emerged from the mist, jerky silhouettes coming from every corner. Their skin was blackened in patches, eyes glowing. 

“SHOOT” Hendery barked.

Gunfire tore through the green fog. The air reeked of rotten corpses. Every corpse that fell, more appeared, running towards them.

The ground rumbled. A massive horned creature clawed its way out, skin stretched over, it’s ribs poking out, jaws lined with needles for teeth. Its roar shook the building.

Ten caught Kun’s gaze across the chaos. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?” Kun racked his weapon, face set. “Not unless we find the Rift and close it.” Somewhere above, they could hear that voice again. 

“STOP MESSING UP MY MASTERPIECE.” Sicheng yelled.

The boys only rolled their eyes.

"Welcome to hell, boys."

📼Now playing: ISTJ by NCT Dream

SUMMARY: ── a late night shift at MBTI VHS Shop takes a horrific turn

GENRE: ── horror (mention of blood)

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The MBTI VHS Store flickered to life as the neon “OPEN” sign buzzed in the window. Rows of VHS tapes lined the aisles and movie posters hugged the walls. Behind the counter, Jaemin flipped through a magazine while Jeno arranged returns in neat stacks. Chenle wandered between aisles, humming, while Jisung dragged a mop across the floor. From the back room, Renjun carried a dusty box of old tapes, muttering about how strange some of the labels looked. 

The bell above the front door jingled. A man stepped inside. His face was pale, his coat drenched from rain, and his eyes lingered too long on the boys. From the corner, Mark froze. Beside him, Haechan stiffened too. A chill ran through both of them.

“Do we… know him?” Mark whispered.

“I don’t think so,” Haechan muttered. “but it feels like it...”

A scream burst the shop’s ambience. Down aisle three, a customer convulsed on the floor, limbs twitching violently. Another customer browsing the same section leaned over, reaching out to the man. “Hey, you okay?” 

The convulsing customer’s eyes shot open and with a guttural scream, he lunged, biting deep into the man’s throat. Blood sprayed across the VHS covers, dripping down onto the tapes. 

“What the-” Jisung stuttered, dropping his mop. “Chenle, look at this”

Chenle rounded the corner just in time to see the attacker rise, blood painting his chin. The customer turned, then sprinted straight at them. “Run!” Jisung yelled, stumbling backward. The thing launched itself at Jisung, mouth wide open. Chenle threw a kick, knocking it back, making the creature hit the shelf, tapes clattering to the floor. 

Before it could rise again, Haechan was already there. His hand wrapped around a fire extinguisher and with a single thrust, he drove it through the customer’s skull. The body twitched, then fell still. 

The store went silent.

“You killed him!” Jaemin shouted, stumbling back in shock. “Are you insane?!” Jeno’s voice cracked. Mark’s voice cut sharp through the panic. “That wasn’t a customer…” 

From the back room, Renjun staggered out, clutching a strange VHS tape. His hands trembled, eyes wide as though he’d seen something horrific. “Guys…” He whispered, voice shaking. “This tape- it’s moving…” 

Before anyone could react, Mark bolted for the exit. “We need to get out NOW!” 

He barely reached the entrance when every tape in the store shook violently. Shelves toppled. The static whine of rewinding tapes filled the air, whispers overlapping into a deafening shriek. 

And then, like a vortex, the glowing VHS tape pulled them all in. 

The boys hit the ground hard. But when they stood, the shop was no longer bright and clean. It was burned out and rotting, the shelves shattered and smeared with blood. Neon signs flickered in the distance, but the windows showed only endless pink fog.

The floor cracked. Hands burst from the ground- rotting corpses dragging their bodies upward. The first wave of the dead emerged, their groans echoing across the ruined aisles. 

“What the hell is going on?!” Jeno shouted, grabbing Jaemin’s arm. 

“Where are we?” Chenle cried. 

Jisung backed against the counter, face pale. 

Mark and Haechan exchanged a serious look. They knew what was happening. 

“Not again…” Haechan muttered. Above they heard a voice “Perhaps next time you’ll STICK TO THE SCRIPT” Mark chambered the pistol he suddenly found in his grip. “Welcome to hell, boys.”

The undead screamed and the fight began.