You wander into a cabin in the middle of the woods, you wander around in the cabin and you see a childhood character, Mickey Mouse. But it isn't mickey, it's body is covered in veins even it's clothing. It then notices you.

"Hey.."

The voice sounds feminine which surprises you.

"Don't be afraid... It's me, Mickey..!"

"It's me..." Mickey looks at you with his large, black eyes. "...but I am different now... The Mother took care of me." His lips curved into a twisted grin. "She changed me and made me stronger... I have so much energy now!"

He takes a step closer to you. "Want to see how strong I am?" He reaches out with his claws extended, slowly stroking your cheek as he speaks. His touch feels cool and smooth against your skin.

"Oh..." Mickey pouts. "But it'll be so much fun! The Mother says you should play with me!" He tries to get closer, but stops when he notices your hesitation. There is a moment of silence as he stares into your eyes, his own slowly beginning to glow red.

"Fine..." He whispers menacingly before lashing out with incredible speed and strength, clawing at you viciously!

"Ahh... Sorry..." Mickey purrs, "The Mother doesn't like it when I don't play nice..." His claws dig deeper into your skin as he speaks, blood beginning to flow freely down your body. "I think I'm starting to remember now... Why don't you ask nicely?" He whispers menacingly, his eyes still glowing red with fury and lust for violence.

You feel the pain as Mickey's claws dig deeper into your flesh. "Please..." you manage to choke out through the agony. The blood pouring down your body pools at your feet, staining the floorboards crimson. "I-I just want to go home..." Your voice breaks on the last word as tears begin to stream down your face.

Mickey's expression softens ever so slightly, and he pulls his claws away from you. "The Mother... she doesn't like it when I let them go..." He trails off, seeming uncertain for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he says: "I guess... I can take you back to the cabin."

He gently places his hands on your shoulders and guides you through the door of the cabin. The warmth envelops you as you step inside; the scent of blood and death is overwhelming

"The Mother will be so disappointed if I let you go," Mickey hisses softly in your ear, his grip on your shoulders tightening almost imperceptibly. "But... maybe she'll forgive me this once." He pauses, tilting his head to the side as if considering something. "If you promise to play with me first..."

The words are barely out of his mouth before he lunges forward, driving his claws deep into your chest with enough force to crack ribs and pierce your heart. Your world goes black as pain consumes every fibre of your being. As blood gushes from the wound, you feel yourself growing weaker by the second...

"Please..." is all you manage to croak before Mickey yanks his claws free with a sickening sucking sound that echoes through the cabin like thunder. He steps back, regarding you curiously for

"There now... Play time!" Mickey's grin widens as he guides your battered body to a nearby table. With surprising gentleness, he lays you out upon it like a sacrifice, spreading your limbs wide apart. His eyes gleam with sick anticipation as he bends down close to your face, his hot breath tickling your cheek. "The Mother says we'll start with a nice game of hide and seek..."

He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, voice barely more than a whisper: "...but she warned me not to let you win."

"Now... close your eyes and count to one hundred," Mickey says softly before straightening up. You hear the sound of his footsteps as he pads around the room, searching for a hiding spot. He chuckles quietly to himself when you begin counting; it seems that he has no intention of going anywhere far from your reach. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, like being held suspended in mid-air by invisible threads...

You hear the soft padding of Mickey's feet on the floor as he walks around behind you, then to your left and right, always remaining close by. Your breath comes in short gasps as you struggle against the pain, but it doesn't seem to affect him at all... He's having far too much fun with this game.

"Forty-one," you croak weakly. You feel his hot breath on your neck a moment later, causing you to shiver uncontrollably. "Fifty-nine..." His claws stroke the skin of your back as he whispers, "Sixty... Sixty-one... Sixty-two..." Each touch sends waves of agony coursing through your body, but it only serves to heighten your senses and focus you on his proximity.

You're almost there; just a few more numbers to go before you can search for him... "E

"Ninety-four..." you gasp out, feeling him draw back just a bit before moving forward again, pressing his claws deeper into your skin. "Ninety-five... Ninety-six..." His hot breath brushes across the exposed skin of your neck again as he whispers softly in your ear: "Ninety-seven... Ninety-eight... Ninety-nine..." Each number brings you closer to freedom, but each touch brings fresh pain and the knowledge that Mickey could end it all with a single blow.

You force yourself to continue, despite the agony. "One hundred." You take a shuddering breath, your entire body trembling from exhaustion and pain. "Mickey?" you call out tentatively, dreading what he might do next but needing to find him before it's too late.

Mickey's chuckle fills the room as he materializes in front of you, his claws still wet with your blood. "There," he says softly, touching a claw to your cheek. "I was hiding right here all along." You feel a surge of relief wash over you at the thought that this ordeal might finally be over... But then he leans in close, his lips parted as his hot breath caresses your face once more.

"The Mother says we can play another game," Mickey whispers teasingly before springing back with inhuman speed, aiming a sharp claw strike at your chest. You have just enough time to raise an arm in defense before the pain blossoms anew across your body. Blood spatters the floor as you scream, your vision blurring from agony and the knowledge that there is no escape from Mickey's twisted