He needed to leave this place.

      Now.

      It was starting to ******** with his head, and the more he hung around, the more he felt his sanity slowly begin to seep away. As he rounded the corner, Oscar glanced up before his eyes widened. He then stopped, recoiling. A familiar figure in white stood there, arms crossed, wrinkles emphasized by the look of anger on their face. "...Mom?!" He asked, incredulous, heart sinking. "Why-- Why are you here?!?" She hated video games and was supposed to live hours, if not, days away from him. Oscars stomach churned, anxiety already beginning to course through his mind, swallowing hard. "What are you doing here?" He was fully convinced it was his mother by now-- Just the sight of her was enough to scare him to his core. His words were calm and respectful, if not a little bewildered-- How had she managed to get into this area, unscathed, unhurt?

      His mother merely tsked. "Never mind that, son. I've been following you. Watching you this entire time. You've only been more and more of a disappointment the more I watch." Her eyes were filled with disapproval and slight disgust, a terrible sneer lingering upon her face. Oscar's face paled. "Mom. You need to go." He stated forcefully, "It isn't safe--" "Oh, I know it isn't safe here." She stated plainly, eyes cutting. "It isn't safe because there are mongrels like you in this world." The large adult clenched his fist, trying not to let his anger take a hold of him but ultimately failing hard. "Mom, please, now is not the time for this. There's some weird thing following me with a huge as ******** weapon, we should get you somewhere safe," Though really, what could be considered truly safe? Everything was scary and nerve wracking.

      His mom simply continued, disregarding him. "You ran away from them. Tell me now, son, is that what a real man would do? Run away? You ran in the casino too, away from your friends. You left them to die, and even now, as they call you for help, you ignore their calls." "What?! What are you--" His blood ran cold the moment he heard a phone begin to ring, and he looked around nervously, desperately... Was this his mind playing tricks on him again?! Or, or... Were they real? Oscar wiped his now sweaty palms on the outside of his sweater, swallowing hard. "Mom, that's not them, It's not real. You need to leave!"

      "Stop telling me what I need to do, child." Oscar flinched. "I am your mother, you listen to me. You killed that poor girl, you let your terrible curiosity take hold of you. It slaughtered her. Then you had the audactiy to push the blame away from yourself and call this a game." "Because that's what it IS mom! It's a ******** game!" He snarled-- Wait, was his anger making him see things, or was she a little greener? "Silence you impertinent child! You could've had her help you, even sacrifice herself for you, but of course not. You killed her early. You didn't take that chance. You never do." His mother seethed, skin slowly becoming bloated. If he squinted, he could see her skin, ripping apart at the seems like a broken doll-- Oscar merely watched this before finally finding it in him to respond.

      "You're-- Mom, please stop it, you don't look so good, c'mon," "Of course I don't look good." She paused, walking nearer, the startling smell of a dead, moldy body overwhelming his senses. "You left me to die." Oscar's eyes widened. "What-- What?!" "You left me, all those years ago. You were supposed to be my son, yet you left me for a new life with your stupid roommate. You were supposed to be my pride and joy. Then you left me, and now, look at me." Oscar's clenched jaw was tight, angry, rigid. A sudden flare of hot, white anger surged through him, foot stomping on the ground roughly. "YOU left ME!" He yelled at her in anger, "The minute you you married your new husband, you left me in the <******** dust, you left dad to grovel at your feet!" "Your father was only impressive at first. Then he lost it all gambling. I did you a favor, taking you with me. But you ended up just like him. Lazy."

      Oscar wanted to scream, but all he could do was watch while she rattled on-- "Your new father is such a great role model. If you'd listened to him... you could've become so amazing." Her face was now almost completely rotted, blood and puss oozing onto her dusty white blazer, skin peeling, beady eyes judgmental and terrifying. "I loved dad! Not you! I didn't want to go! You forced me, and I... I..." Oscar stopped suddenly. I let you. The words were unspoken, but his eyes said all that was needed. She smiled dryly, disgusting wrinkles oozing a mixture of pus and blood. "You just like to "go with the flow," right? Isn't that what the young people say these days?" Oscar bit his inner cheek, eyes cutting to the side. "You killed me because you left me. You killed the girl because of your own selfish curiosity. Now... you'll kill your friends because of your incompetence." As he eyes bugged out of her skull, Oscar could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise, the last of her words making him tense and tremble.

      "What are you going to destroy because of your own selfish desires now, Oscar?"

      ...By the time he'd finished shaking and crying, he'd realized it was all in his head, as most things were. It took him a while to do so-- Her words still echoed in his mind, body curled into itself as he rubbed at his eyes furiously, angrily. He couldn't let this get to him. He had to forget. He had to ignore.

      No more visions. No more bullshit. He was so, so done.

      He needed to find his friends.

OOC: SCENARIO 3

Scenario requirements: Your character turns the corner and is suddenly greeted by an apparition of character of your choice, from either this meta OR from before it in their lives that was important to them. That character begins to talk to them, as if they were that person (just rp it out yourself for that part, as this is what your character THINKS is that character). Your character is CONVINCED that this is this person, and they are alive.

The apparition begins to accuse your character of things. They could be anywhere from "why are you making these choices" to "you did __ wrong". You feel paranoia and regret. If you are rping with multiple characters, for this part, you CANNOT see anything other than the apparition. The more they talk, the more the apparition's face, and body begins to rot, as if rapidly going through the stages of the infection. At the very end, you are left talking to an Infected version of the apparition, before it dissolves away. Their accusations never leave you.

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Oscar Owens
Extra effect: Flashlight + Roll mobs (doesn't apply)

OOC
Character's name: Oscar Owens
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: JOURNAL
Character's survival stats: STATS
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
[ Infection Rate ]: 40 + 10 = 50/100