I suppose 'Ash' is now PsychoPerfection, I think it's more fitting.
Once again, lil ol Psy is the six armed....thing.... from gorecember
And yes, Jay is in this.
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3rd person

Jay was an ordinary person. He got up in the morning, took a shower, got dressed, brushed his hair, anything a normal human would do. And then he went to work. Now, what was his job? Working at a fast food place? Bagging groceries? No, he did something most wouldn't. He explored places, searching for paranormal activity. Many people laugh at him, tell him he's chasing nothing. Jay just smiles and says, 'You haven't seen the things I've seen'. He was the kind of person to walk into that scary house on the hill, flashing pictures, using recorders, speaking to ghosts, even using Ouija boards. Then, the next morning, he'd report to his boss. Jay dealt with many things, old ghosts who didn't want to leave, little giggling girls who often screamed at people, even a poltergeist who threw a chair at him! All he wanted to do was ask if it was male or female. But no. He got a chair to the face. Jay currently sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. Writing an article for a paranormal magazine. When suddenly, his boss was beside him. "Jay," He barked, scaring the poor boy, "I need you too investigate the disturbances at the old Asylum on 82 Negecelect Drive. Can you handle that?" He nodded with a grin, "I'll be in there in an hour, first I'd like to research a bot." His boss nodded, "Good idea. Oh, and you might need this." He handed over a gun. A simple black pistol. Before jay could question why he needed it, his boss placed it down, turned, and walked away. So, the grey haired boy turned back to his computer, closed the file, and searched up the old Asylum. He read the first article. "Hmm....mutant escaped? Killed everyone....child escapes, barely alive?" He read over it. 'Child escapes with bite marks and scratches, rushed to hospital. Child claims the monster tried eating her. Draws what she seen.' Jay examined the drawing beside it. It was crude, but that was expected, being drawn from a child. It was a tall stick figure. Five lines acting as arms. A wide grin was on it's face, four dots as eyes. As well as on the center, even though it was a line, a grin stretched down the torso. Jay frowned at the image, whispering a 'poor kid'. He spent the next forty minutes reading articles and watching videos. One in particular shook him. It started out as three teenagers joking around and smashing things in a dark building. The one holding the camera turned it around to him, with a grin. He laughed, saying, "We are currently in the alleged cursed Asylum-" Four eyes glowed in the background, on the ceiling, it was slowly crawling towards them, "And so far, nothing but a bunch of junk! Hah, such a-" Someone screamed, seeing the thing in the back ground. The camera man screamed as the thing jumped at him, dropping the camera. It clattered to the ground, and you could see the boy hit the ground a few feet away from it. He screamed, blood splattering against the ground. He screamed for help, the distant sound of running could be heard. Whatever it was got up, and started running after them. More screams followed. The bleeding boy grabbed the camera weakly, whispering words that scared Jay, 'It isn't human'. Jay rewind the video, pausing it just as the creature ran by. It was blurry. Jay moved closer to the screen, he could clearly tell that it was a human.. or, had the legs of a human at least. It wore dirty white pants, and no shoes. "Isn't human?" He whispered to himself, shutting it off and grabbing his things, "Lets prove that." Just before he walked away, he grabbed his gun, shoving it into his pocket. 
It took a span of around an hour before Jay reached the Asylum. It was a large torn up building. He grabbed his camera, and put his gun in his pocket, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. It held various things: Water, a first aid kit, and spirit boxes. Never know what you might need. He grinned at the 'scary' building, strolling right up to it. He paused at the door. "ENTER AT OWN RISK" was scrawled across it. He opened the door, entering with out another thought. He pulled out his flashlight, turned it on, and walked down the halls. Jay noted that the air smelled liked mildew, rotting woods, and had a faint metallic smell. He turned down a corner, hearing a shuffling nearby. Jay pulled out his gun, aiming it at the ground, his flashlight over it, and advanced. He remembered watched a cop show where one did that, so he assumed it would be helpful. As the shuffling got louder, the metallic smell got stronger. Finally, it got to the point where he had to cover his nose, an awful rotting smell with it. Then, the light caught something red. He turned back to it, instantly gagging and backing up with wide eyes. It was a human. A boy to be exact. The corpse was rotting and ripped open. It looked like something was eating it. Whatever it was was gone by now. Despite how disgusting it was, Jay snapped a picture. It was his job to get evidence. This was evidence. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if this could be a homicide instead of something paranormal. He wanted to turn around and leave. Cursing the whole way out. But he was so far, all he needed now was evidence of the actual killer. But...could he die in the process. He finally decided to keep going, walking away from the body and further down the hall. He snapped photos of the blood smeared across the walls, words scribbled in it. "They deserved to die." He read aloud. Was this made by the creature? He shined his light around the room. When it hit the ceiling, he saw something crawl into a hole quickly. Dread creeped into his system as he starred into the dark hole into the next floor. He distantly heard something crawling away. He followed it, though he was on the lower floor. Five minute sin, he found another body. A newer looking one. Possibly been there for five days. The arm definitely had bite marks in it. Jay snapped a photo, and continued. He reminded himself that he was an investigator. It was his job to track down the paranormal. Whether the cost. Besides, if he suddenly disappeared, no one would care. He was...well, alone. Jay shoved the thoughts away as a crawling sound came from behind him. As well as whispering. Not just one person....but many. It was soon all around him, whispering everywhere. He could here 'kill' or 'die' even 'run'. He paused, turning on his recorder, he had everything in that lil ol bag. Jay turned around slowly, aiming the light and camera where the sound came from. What he found was...horrifying. It was man, or it looked like a man. But, some things were different. The fact that he was upside down on the ceiling was one. Jay didn't take the time to note even one other difference, turning around and sprinting away. He got five feet away when something heavy crashed down on him, easily pinning him down. The boy managed to flip around and try to shove him off. That's when he got a good look at the thing. Six arms. It had six arms. It had four eyes, on it's face at least, black hair slightly covering three. It, well, it looked male, he had two more mouths on it's chest, one going across his chest, and one going down. They seemed to grin with sharp teeth showing. Eyes and more mouths were strewn across it's body, some on his hands and palms. Jay instantly shrieked, passing out. Yes, he passed out. The creature frowned,  mumbling, "Are you already dead?" Jay felt it's grip loosen, instantly, he stopped the facade -haha, think he actually passed out- twisting around and scrambling up. Instantly, one of his arms grabbed his ankle, dragging him right back under him. The boy struggled the best he could. "You done?" The mutant thing laughed. Jay slapped him. Yes. He slapped something that could snap his neck. Why? No one knows. Jay doesn't even know. He's just not smart. Anyways, the creature hissed, "That wasn't very nice." "L-let go of me!" He screamed. The creature simply laughed. The creature grabbed his bag, digging threw it. Jay cursed and tried grabbing it. Two arms pinned him down while another two dug threw his bag. It pulled out his gun, "Aw, how cute, you were gonna shoot me." "Wasn't planning on it." "Mhm." Whatever this thing was snapped the object in half, tossing it across the room. It pulled out the first air kit, "What's this?" It sounded more like a curious child instead of a cold blooded killer. Jay thought of an idea, seeing a rather large, bleeding, gash on his arm. "Uh...i-i'ts called a first aid kit, it helps with wounds and stuff. If you let me go, I can fix that up." he pointed at the wound. "That's not good enough. "We could be friends?" He offered, the first thing that came to mind. "F-friends?" The thing whispered, looking confused. "Um...you know, people who hang out, talk, things like that?" Jay didn't know what he was doing, but it was working! "I can't remember what it was like to have a friend." Did that mean he was human at some point? "W-well....um...I could...show you?" It thought this over, maybe it would give it a try? "Okay...what do friends do?" Jay actually felt sad for the thing. "Well, friends help each other, so if you could get off me, I can help that wound." And the creature did, it sat next to him like a dog, handing the boy the kit. Hesitantly, Jay took it, pulling out the things they needed. And soon, he was bandaged up. "Do you have a name? My name's Jay." The boy said, putting the kit back. "People call me PychoticPerfection." "How about Psy?" "Okay!" He smiled, "What else do friends do?" "Hug? no that's more of a girl thi-ah!" He yelped as three pairs of arms suddenly wrapped around him. But, he hugged back. Psy, as he would be called now, felt something he hasn't felt in years. Was it happiness? No, that's what he felt when people's blood splattered against him. Right? Could this be happiness as well? Jay was the first to pull away, after something bit his chest. He didn't say anything. He didn't even know is Psy had control over those things. Jay picked up his bag, and slung it back over his shoulder, "Well, Psy, I suppose we're officially friends now." Psy smiled, he decided that yes, this was happiness. "W-what now?" He asked, glancing around his dark home. "Well, um, friends talk to each other." And that's what they did. They talked for hours. Then, Jay had to leave. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise." Psy smiled, "See you then."
The next day, Jay, typing away at his computer, smiled. His article was all most done. That's when his boss stopped at his desk, "What did you find?" Jay smiled to himself, "Absolutely nothing."


Then a chair came out of no where.