Based on the @pinkfoxsodas crossover drawing between Bully and Outlast, I decided to write a small snippet about it!
Jimmy has always had a problem with getting lost.
Whether it be on purpose or not, the teenager would find himself in a place wherever else than with the people he was intended to be with.
Case in point: That random reporter guy, Pete, and Gary.
Gary had said that it’d be interesting to check out an asylum other than Happy Volts back at Bullworth. Knowing that the class trip they were on had bored them to no end, they figured a little adventure would be worth it.
Besides, what could be so wrong with breaking into an asylum infamous for being shut down only to come right back up?
It would be infinitely better than waiting around in a motel room with tape stuck on the door to prevent them from getting out. So they reasonably snuck through the window, leaving the room a complete mess for any poor underpaid educator to look through. But knowing how exhausted they were just by how they acted throughout the entire day, Mr. Galloway in particular, they must have passed out in their rooms.
The same can be said for the asylum as well.
There wasn't even a guard at the gates!
And there was a car too! Alone!
Must have either left earlier or not come at all. Jimmy figured it was one or the other seeing how the seat had the imprint of someone sitting on it. So maybe the guard was inside?
Pete had thought this was a bad idea written all over, something was terribly wrong but was peer-pressured to follow along. Groaning as he was the first to be pushed through the broken window into the haunted asylum within. Gary followed along as did Jimmy, the three never understanding the horrors that would transpire from within.
They hadn't expected to see someone else from inside, a man who looked more afraid than they were I'm every sense of the way.
His name was Miles Upshur, a reporter contacted by someone who worked in Mount Massive Asylum. He held a camcorder and seemed to record everything whether that be in the light or pitch black. Pockets filled with batteries to keep the camera alive, he urged the three to leave.
Now, Jimmy isn't afraid of anyone or anything. Whoever or whatever comes up to him he’d like to see it as a challenge.
Gary saw it as a joke, I mean, this asylum is as broken as it was desolate, who else would bother to be here? Apart from him, of course.
Pete took it seriously, now noticing how one of the overturned beds was blood pouring from underneath. The sudden stench of death wavered around him and he felt the bile at the back of his throat pile up.
Nonetheless, none of the four had suspected someone approaching from behind. And neither of the four had suspected to see the sharp weapon that he had held in their hands.
The chaos that had erupted couldn't have been made clearer than it did between the four.
Miles had run with Jimmy, Gary had run into an open vent, and Pete had made himself home from within a locker. Each and every one of them held their breath as maniacs seemed to appear out of nowhere. All of them branched a weapon, screaming at the top of their lungs about whatever had been in their twisted heads.
For a moment, Jimmy wanted to go back, to try to see where his friends had gotten to but Miles had stopped him. He promised that he’d find them later but for now, they both needed to run, hide, and hopefully find a way out.
Their journey had branched off for a few minutes, the two only braving themselves as they approached a gap. Out of breath, Jimmy went first, sucking his stomach to manage to pass through the gap in between the halls. Miles had followed along, doing what Jimmy had done, only going through before he had felt horrible pressure builds onto his arm.
“Little Pig!”
Jimmy turned back to see what had happened, his face once cold and stoic then turned shocked and fearful.
The teenager watched helplessly as Miles was dragged off by a man of enormous stature. His body was coated with blood, hands as sharp as claws, chains tied to both his wrists and his ankles, and his face torn and rotten he could see the sharp teeth poke through.
Miles screamed, being held up in the air by this monster of a man. The monster then brought his large arm back and with enough force to break the window ahead, threw Miles out.
Miles’s screams continued on as he fell until he fell silent once his head hit the filthy ground below.
Jimmy was shocked.
He looked down at the man below ground, watching how his body was rendered motionless. He stepped back, head slowly looking over at the being responsible for the sudden assault.
Chris Walker growled, wheezing and puffing as he matched the teenager’s slow head turn to look at each other. He mumbled something under his breath, something that Jimmy couldn't pick up and rather not bother to understand it.
The man-no-creature growled, moving over to the wedge between him and the teenage boy.
“Little Pig...” He wheezes, claws breaking through the wood and metal that blocked his path.
Jimmy turned around and ran off, heart in his throat, the sounds of objects being thrown aside alongside chains rattling prompting him to go even faster.
