||||||Rosy||||||
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Seeing Mike's death was certainly the most gruesome thing that I have ever seen.
"Freddy wins." Bree's voice nearly made me jump out of my skin. "Flawless victory."
"Okay!" I screamed. "I won! What the hell do I get for all of this?"
"I'll come to you and you shall find out."
Bree didn't even want for a response and got off the phone. I still stood against the wall, terrified of what was going to happen next.
"Hello Rosy." Bree whispered in my ear, making my skin crawl. "Congratulations. You have survived. Now comes your prize."
I was terrified when she tied my hands up, taped my mouth shut, and put a blindfold over my eyes. She put her hands on my shoulders and began leading me somewhere.
"Step outside." She said after a while. "Don't try to run. You'll never escape."
I did as I was told, my heart beating so fast that it was a wonder that it didn't beat out of my chest. She put an arm around me and walked me to something. I heard a car door open and I felt her shove me in and slam the door behind me. I then heard another door open and slam shut. I then heard a car start and start moving.

That went on for a while. And I mean a while. I think that we were driving for at least an hour before the car finally came to a stop. I heard Bree's car door slam shut and mine open just a few moments later. She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me along and opened another door. She shoved me inside and slammed the door behind her.
"Almost there." She said, still dragging me along. "We're coming in on some stairs so don't be a dumbass and fall."
I didn't say a word as I walked down the stairs carefully. There seemed to be a lot and eventually they stopped and Bree opened another door. She shoved me inside and finally took off my blindfold.
"Welcome." She said to me as she smiled and closed the door. "This is my home. I don't come here very often. I have too many things to do to really come by here that often."
She then took the tape off of my mouth and I resisted the urge to scream. She also untied me and chained me against the wall instead.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked her.
"Oh, you really don't want to know." She said. "It's better if you don't really."

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Year One
Subject has been quite good. No resistance has been happening. She takes the beatings quite well, as she barely screams. The first few months were terrible. She screamed so loud and one time I think the neighbors heard her. I had to make up this fake story. But now, she just takes it like the good girl she is.

Year Two
Subject is starting to resist just a little bit. She sometimes cried and screams while I whip her. But maybe she's only doing this because I'm currently trying out a new form of torture. Waterboarding. Let me tell you, it's so much fun. I find it difficult to stop myself from killing her. But I learned that years of torture are much worse than the deaths that I inflicted on everyone else two years ago.

Year Three
Subject is back to not resisting again, which pleases me. I'm starting to drink her blood finally. You would think that I would have started in year one, but I didn't really need it. If I drink too much, I get sick and my power becomes weaker.

Year Four
I found a way to make myself immortal. That's right. As of today, I am forever twenty-one. And I mean that quite literally. I won't reveal my secret though, just in case that this little diary is ever found.
Also, about the subject, I've started to make her fast. I've fed her normally for the past three years and I want to see how long she can make it before she's dead.

Year Five
She lasted forty days on her fast before I was forced to give her some food and water. What? I'm not going to kill her. I might start another fast and I might not. Depends on how I feel. Also, five years and people are still talking about the deaths of all those teens at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. And they still can't figure out that it's me. Shame.

Year Six
I almost want to kill the subject already. I'm bored with waterboarding, whipping, and fasting. I need something new and exciting. Time to consult Google.

Year Seven
I would like to give a huge shoutout to Google for giving me the blessing of a wonderful torture method known as the Heretics Fork. It is literally one of the best methods of torture that I have ever performed. If you don't know, the Heretics Fork is a torture device that consists of a metal piece with two opposed bi-pronged forks attached to a belt or strap. One end of this amazing device is pushed under the chin and the other to the sternum. The strap is used to secure the subject's neck to the tool while she hangs from the ceiling. And if her head drops, the prongs will pierce her throat and chest. The only problem with this method is that it deprives the subject of sleep. Other than that, I would recommend this method.
PS: Subject doesn't resist whatsoever. She hasn't resisted since Year Four.

Year Eight
Another shoutout goes out to Google for introducing me to this method that I've been using quite a lot this year. It's known as Neck Torture. In this method, it's more of an endurance test than anything. The subject is hooked to a neck device, either made of metal or wood (I chose metal) and this prevents the subject from getting into a comfortable position. This means that the subject is unable is lie down, eat, or lower her head for days. Now, this method has the same problem as the Heretics Fork, only with one that that one didn't have. Like the Heretics Fork, this deprives the subject of sleep for a while so you can't use it for too long. And this one can also starve the subject to death. I would recommend the Heretics Fork method over this. But this method is still pretty good.

Year Nine
I heard of this torture method when I killed the victims in 1987 and I have no idea why I didn't use it before. It's a lovely little machine known as the Iron Maiden. This thing consists of an iron cabinet with a hinged front and a spike-covered interior, which is sufficient enough to fit my wonderful little subject. Once inside this little devil's conical frame, the subject is unable to move due to the great number of steel spikes impaling her from every direction. It's usually used to het answers from people, which seems to be its only downfall. Other than that, I guess it's an okay method. I usually found myself pretty bored while the subject was in there.

Year Ten
Holy mother of everything, this year's torture method is amazing. I'm not even kidding when I say that. I literally cannot find any flaws with it. It is that good. Like the Iron Maiden, this method involves a machine. This machine is known as a Thumbscrew. This little blessing is designed to slowly crush the fingers and toes. Larger machines are used to crush knees and elbows and there's even some out there that can crush heads. This machine is fucking amazing. I love this. Over the course of this year, I would crush the subject's fingers, toes, knees, and elbows. But now that today is New Year's Eve, I've now broken all of those things. And I don't plan on fixing them.

Year Eleven
Well, I was going to use a different method of torture this year but then the subject started to try to escape. So I was forced to resort to a method that I was going to save for another year. This method is called The Rack. You can find this device, along with my other ones, in the room right next to the main room of my basement. Anyway, The Rack is made out of a wooden frame with two ropes fixed to the bottom and the other two tied into the handle on top. Once the subject was bound and placed on top of the rack, I proceeded to turn the handle. Eventually, the subject was stretched until her limbs were dislocated. Just to make sure that the limbs truly were dislocated, I kept turning the wheel until the limbs themselves fell off. No more resistance shall be happening. This year, since this method couldn't really be repeated, I just performed some waterboarding mixed in with some Heretics Fork here and there.

Year Twelve
I decided to take a break from all the torturing devices this year. I've been using them for a few years now and I'm a bit bored of them. I'm also becoming increasingly bored with the subject. But I cannot become bored with the subject. You see, I don't think I ever explained this but I'm sworn to this oath that I must torture a subject for thirty years to see how much they can truly withstand. Yep. I'm on year twelve out of thirty and I'm starting to regret ever agreeing to do this. But I can't get out, that's the only problem. But they never said that I had to use a different method every year so that's nice I guess. This year I've just resorted to drinking the subject's blood but I have to be careful with how much I drink. After all, the subject doesn't have arms and legs anymore so not as much blood is produced. Damn shame.

Year Thirteen
You've known that you've run out of torture methods when you start making the subject listen to Nyan Cat for one hundred hours straight. I also did this with that goddamn Duck Song and that stupid ass Gummy Bear song. Year thirteen was the year for song torture. By the way, I wore earplugs while putting the subject through these. What? Did you really think that I was going to torture myself? Hell no.

Year Fourteen
The only thing I really did this year was shave all of the subject's hair off and did several fasting sessions mixed in with waterboarding. Nothing really important to note. I sucked blood, complained to myself about swearing myself to this oath, and now here I am. It's New Year's Eve of year fourteen out of thirty and I just want to do something else with my eternal life.

Year Fifteen
This year I decided to aim more towards psychological torture rather than physical torture. Shoutout to the research group that I swore this goddamn oath to for helping me out with this one. This form of torture that we used through the duration of this year is known as White Torture. And, trust me when I say this, it's just as bad as it sounds. This torture involves putting the subject into a white room and literally giving them everything white. We served her white rice on a white plate daily. Eventually, her mind started filling in the whiteness through the form of hallucinations. I have to say, I quite like this method. The mind is a terrifying thing and I feel like psychological torture is worse than physical torture.

Year Sixteen
Just like last year, we decided to focus on psychological torture. The form that we used this year is known as Mock execution. In this method, the subject is made to believe that her death is coming and the whole thing is pretty much staged. But I think that we used this a little bit too late in the experiment because I think that the subject would love it if we just ended it for her. There's a whole year gone down the drain, in my opinion at least.

Year Seventeen
We stepped up our game this year. We rounded up twelve loved ones of the subject, one for each month, and killed them all in different ways on random days in each month. I have to say, this year was probably the best year so far.

Year Eighteen
This year, I was alone and I had to torture the subject all on my own. I decided that on a random day each month, I would make the subject listen to the Lavender Town theme from Pokémon for one hundred hours straight. And let me tell you from experience. That song messes you up. I only lasted four hours before I couldn't take it anymore. And, even worse, I can still hear the song in my head. And I listened to it in January and it's New Year's Eve!

Year Nineteen
I'm honestly just ready for this shit to be over with. I've got eleven more years to go from here and then I'm free to do whatever the hell it is that I want. Thankfully, I was given a break this year and the researchers told things into their own hands. I didn't even go in to check on the subject once. I spent this year unwinding for the first time in eighteen years. I drank some pig's blood while drawing cat whiskers on my face and watching the two adorable little Brits that did it in the first place. Best. Year. Ever.

Year Twenty
God, can we just go back to year nineteen please? That was literally one of the best years that I've had in a while. This year, I made the subject watch tons of different horror movies every single night and the researchers monitored her nightmares and did their little thing. I have to say, this year was probably the second best year, mostly because I love horror movies.
PS: Only ten more years of this to go and then I'm finally free!

Year Twenty-one
This year was all about torturing the subject via their fears. For example, the subject is afraid of clowns so we would fill an entire room of clowns and they would act like they were going to kill her. Again, this one wasn't my idea. Personally, I don't think that they should make the subject think that they're going to be killed. It's way too late in the experiment to be doing that.

Year Twenty-two
We approached the twenty second year of this thirty year long experiment by mailing innocents that volunteered, thinking that they were testing a new product. A person was killed on a random day of every month, just like what we did with the loved ones. You may be wondering how on earth we haven't been caught. Well, let's just say that you have your secrets and we have ours.

Year Twenty-three
Fun fact: twenty-three is actually my favorite number. Because of this, I want given next another gap year. I spent it the same way that I spent nineteen; watching YouTubers and drawing cat whiskers on my face.

Year Twenty-four
I really wish that I had the ability to freeze time. If I did, time would frozen so that it was always year twenty-three. This year, I ran out of ideas so I decided that they subject would be tortured via my terribly singing. And trust me, an entire year of hearing my terrible voice sing one song at a random time every day is not good for the mind.

Year Twenty-five
This year was the year where we used silence as a form of torture. On the first of every month, we would put the subject in a room and she would lay there in complete and utter silence for twenty-four hours straight. I enjoyed this form of torture, mostly because it was pretty fun to watch.

Year Twenty-six
The year in which the subject was put in a room where air was scarce. We would leave her in there until she was almost about to die. This generally took just a few minutes and took place in the middle of each month. This method was quite nice.

Year Twenty-seven
I begged for another gap year but they wouldn't give it to me. I guess that the researchers are running out of ideas because they resorted to waterboarding once a month. To be fair, we've got three more years to go and we were found to run out of ideas at one point.

Year Twenty-eight
I guess this year was some sort of joke year because the form of torture used this year was listening to every single Justin Bieber song in existence for one hundred hours straight. I don't want it is with the one-hundred hours honestly. I guess the researchers just really like that number for some reason. But seriously, Justin Bieber songs? You can do better than that.
PS: Two years to go! So exciting!

Year Twenty-nine
Since we only have one year to go in this experiment, we decided that we would go for the fest torture again. We knew that the subject was afraid of heights so we would usually hang her off the side of a tall building and try and fail at holding in our laughter as she screamed. Thankfully, we managed to silence her so that people wouldn't get suspicious. We also did random days every month just for the hell of it.

Year Thirty
With this being the last year in the experiment, of course we went all out with the torture. We did waterboarding, a classic. And in December, we tore the subject's tongue off and burned off her breasts using different torture machines. We eventually ended the life of the subject by Impalement.

In the thirty years that I spent torturing someone (Twenty-eight because of my gap years technically), I gave up my immortality this year because I realized that if I live forever, I will eventually get caught. And I don't want that. So I gave it up and I'm a forty-eight year old stuck in a twenty-one year old's body. I will age now, but very slowly.
PS: They've opened up a new horror attraction based on the murders that I committed all those years ago. I think I know my next destination.
PPS: I'm burning this diary so that no one can ever find it. Ever.