Tangle of Tension P3 "creepypasta story"

 "SIDE NOTE:THE MAIN OC'S IS ON THE TOP OF THIS PAGE - SAO"

The sun had risen three hours ago. SS was walking through the forest, holding his camera in hand, visibly anxious. He wore a cap and jacket, trying to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. Moving carefully, he headed toward a denser patch of trees where the canopy was thick enough to block out most of the sun's harsh rays.

 Settling in the shade near a large tree, he touched his face, wincing at the pain left by the blows he had taken from Toby during a moment of vulnerability. With a heavy breath, he turned on his camera and set it up in front of him.

Meanwhile:

Tim stormed toward Brian, his fingers aggressively raking through his hair in frustration. "How did he escape?! How did he get away so easily?!"

Brian, seemingly exhausted by Tim’s anger, replied dryly, "He escaped. For the thousandth time, he e-s-c-a-p-e-d. Do you need me to spell it out for you again?"

Toby, leaning against a tree with a half-smile, murmured, "I just hope he won’t be lurking for me tonight… though, I must admit, I’m impressed."

Brian shrugged. "Let’s just wait for him to come back… What’s the worst that could happen?"

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"I know you're inside me… I'm aware of your presence, lingering within me. But I'll lose my mind—I'll go completely insane—if you don’t give me a clear agreement on how we coexist, you fucker... other self. I'm tired of waking up to find myself as just a part of your life. I'll wait for you to return, though I don’t know how long it’ll take before… you show up again. But I have my own terms for sharing this existence with you."
"I won’t accept this absurdity any longer. I know exactly how I exist… but I refuse this double life. Get me out of your head, or I’ll kill myself to be free of you. Consider this a warning—and a threat, asshole. I despise you." S.S spat out the words before shutting off the recording on his camera, feeling a deep disorientation within himself. 

To vent his anger, he turned his fury onto a passing wild animal—a rabbit. Grabbing it, he ripped its ears from its body, tearing into its carcass with brutal, primal rage.

Meanwhile, back at the hideout, the three others sat in the living room, tense and on high alert. Sao, after all, was their mediator and the one who carried messages between them. Back in the old days .. 4 years ago, slender man could control all their minds, clouding their thoughts. But since they had submitted to him, he’d ceased such interference, using it instead as a form of punishment reserved for those who dared to disobey his orders.

Toby lay sprawled on the couch, completely indifferent as long as SS was far away from him. “Hey, Tim, back when Slender had control over you… didn’t you take some kind of meds to make it harder for him to change your personality?”

Tim looked at him thoughtfully. “Well… Sao’s situation seems more like DID, don’t you think? Do you think my meds could actually reduce his constant shifts?”

Brian chimed in, “Why not give it a shot? Listen, Tim, go and get some of that medication. Once Sao comes back, we’ll put him under observation and see if those meds make a difference!” 

Toby looked thoughtful. "But… is there even a treatment for DID? I mean, I don’t have a permanent cure for Tourette’s, but I do have suppressants to manage the symptoms… Is DID similar to that?" 

Tim sighed, considering the question. " I'm not entirely sure about this; I'm not even completely certain if he really has DID, but the symptoms he’s showing match it somewhat. In the end, none of us are doctors, so there’s no harm in trying the medication on Sao...."

Brian nodded, adding, "But maybe as you said the meds could help reduce the frequency or intensity of the shifts. It’s worth a try, especially if he’s open to it." 

Toby shrugged. “Well, anything to avoid more chaos. If it helps even a bit, it’ll be worth it.”

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A week had passed before Sao finally returned home, exhausted and in a pitiful state. He was filthy, with dried blood on his face, and his clothes were stained. He held a camera in his hand. As soon as he entered the hideout, ignoring everything around him. He washed his hands before grabbing a bag of bread and started eating, worn out and weary.

Brian entered the kitchen and looked at him, taking in his disheveled appearance. "Where have you been?"

Receiving no response from Sao, Brian asked, "Sao… are you okay?"

Sao responded bitterly, "What do you think?" He grabbed the bag of bread and started toward his room, only to stop in shock at the mess SS had left in his room.

 Sao crouched down, placing his hands on his head in frustration and exhaustion. He raised his hand angrily as if to throw the camera in a fit of rage but stopped, eventually sinking to the floor, too drained to do anything , he threw the bag of bread on the floor.

Brian remarked, "I know, I know… You look pitiful, man."

Tim entered, noticing Sao's return. "You're back?! What happened to you? What's with this state you're in?"

Sao briefly lifted his head before vomiting blood onto himself. He was too weak even to express his pain, utterly exhausted.

Tim commented, "Man, you're in the worst shape." He moved closer to help Sao and guided him to sit on his bed.

Sao smirked sarcastically. "Oh, forgive me, Your Highness… but I’m truly exhausted… I can barely move…"

Sao quickly covered his mouth with his hand, on the verge of vomiting again. Brian hurriedly handed him a plastic bag just as Sao started retching once more. Blood and dark clots spilled from his mouth.

Sao: “Forgive me, guys… SS got to me in the forest. I honestly don’t know what to do… things are getting worse for me, and I can’t take much more of this…” He laughed briefly, clutching his stomach in pain. “I didn’t think I’d reach my limit this quickly…”

Tim: “Your condition is far worse than that. You’re starting to cause chaos for us too!”

Brian: “You even tried to kill Tobias, man…”

Sao: “It was him who tried… not me. Don’t provoke me with that talk because I’m not him!” Sao flared up, losing his temper for a moment before calming down again. “Sorry… but he threatened to kill me, and I’m really not comfortable with any of this…”

Just then, Toby passed by the doorway and noticed Sao. He took a few steps back, visibly uneasy, which caught Tim and Sao’s attention.

Sao: “It’s me, Sao. Don’t worry…”

Toby looked at the vomit near the door, then entered the room and examined Sao's filthy appearance. "I never thought I’d see you like this… Mr. Clean-freak."

Sao: "Shut up. He didn’t just try to kill you… he threatened me too. He wants to separate himself from me… he’s starting to become aware of his existence and mine within the same body, and it’s starting to worry me."

Toby: "He threatened you? How do you know?"

Sao raised his hand, still holding the camera. Toby took the camera from him, and Sao lifted his shirt, revealing his injured and bruised abdomen, covered with wounds as if someone had been relentlessly beating him.
Tim and Brian looked at his stomach with concern.
Brian, alarmed, asked, "What’s this? Who did you face?" He assumed one of their enemies had found him.

Sao laughed hard at his reaction before revealing the truth: "Myself. My other half, the lunatic SS, is the one responsible. The camera is filled with recordings from last week, showing him torturing my body. He grabbed a stone and kept hitting my stomach with it until he tore my flesh… that madman…"

Sao continued, "He hanged me… beat me… drowned me… stabbed my arm with a tree branch… I’ve lost my sense of pain…I’ve felt too much of it…" He trailed off before resting his head on the pillow.

Brian: "Do you want me to help you?"

Sao: "Hm?"

Brian: "Cleaning you up… There’s no way your wounds will heal with you in this filthy state. Do you want my help?"

Sao: "I can’t move… I just want to rest…"

Brian: "Do you realize how screwed we’d be if you died right now?" He pulled him up by his collar, forcing him to sit up, albeit gently. "We really need you alive…"
With some effort, Brian grabbed Sao by his shoulder, made him stand, and pushed him toward the bathroom.

Sao, exhausted and weak, could barely stand. "Easy… I’ve had enough beating…"

Brian: "I’m not your personal servant! I only pity you… and as I said, we need you alive."

He removed Sao's dirty clothes and turned on the water.
Sao: "Ah! Ah! It hurts! Don’t put soap on my wounds like that… it hurts!!"

Brian: "Stop complaining and whining! Shut up!"

Sao: "Ahhh! I said it hurts!!"

Brian: "And I said shut up!"

Their loud voices could be heard outside the bathroom. After a while, the two emerged, Sao now cleaned up. He sat back on his bed, stripped off the blood-stained bedsheet, tossing it to the floor, and threw himself onto the bed with a painful sigh, dressed only in his underwear.

Brian pulled out a first-aid kit and sat near the bed. "I’m not done with you yet."

Sao: "Ah! I’ve had enough! I’m exhausted, exhausted! Let my wounds get infected so want!"

Brian slapped him across the face. "Hold still, or I’ll finish what SS started!"

After half an hour of disinfecting and dressing the wounds, Brian left the room, finally allowing Sao to rest. Sao quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, Sao dragged himself out of bed, wincing at the bandages that clung to his skin. His bruises were still dark, but the night’s rest had taken some edge off his exhaustion. Stepping into the living room, he noticed Toby, Tim, and Brian already seated, apparently waiting for him.

Tim glanced up, eyeing Sao’s sluggish entrance. “You look... a little better today,” he offered.

“Great observation, genius,” Sao retorted dryly, slumping into a chair. “Tell me you guys didn’t just sit around waiting for me to stumble in here.”

Toby leaned back, folding his arms with a smirk. “We were just planning our next steps, smartass. If SS is gaining awareness, it’s only a matter of time before he shows up again.”

Sao scoffed, his gaze sharp. “Let him. I’ve had enough of hiding from a second-rate psycho living rent-free in my head.” He glanced at Brian, catching the thoughtful look in his eye. “What’s that look for?"

Brian shrugged. “We thought about trying some of Tim’s meds on you. Could tone down his little... episodes.”

Sao gave a bitter laugh, full of scorn. “Oh, so now I’m a guinea pig for experimental treatments? Brilliant. Let me know when we start electroshock.”

Tim glared. “You got a better idea? Or do you want him beating you to death next time?”

Sao’s smirk turned sharp, a flash of defiance. “He can try. But sure, let’s play your little game. If it’ll keep the nightmare version of me from clawing his way out, I’ll pop the pills.”

Toby snorted, clearly amused. “Good, because I don’t want to deal with your Dr. Jekyll antics anymore. Keep SS on a leash or we’ll have to do it for you.”

Sao’s expression hardened, his tone icy. “Keep dreaming, Toby. He shows up again, he’s my problem, not yours. But you can watch from a safe distance if you’re so eager.”

Brian cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “For today, just focus on keeping grounded. We’ll try the meds and see if it helps. Maybe it’ll make him more manageable.”

“Manageable?” Sao gave a cruel grin, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Good luck taming that beast. But hey, if I wake up with half my face still attached, I’ll count it as a win.”

With that, he pushed off the chair, leaving the others behind as he headed for the door. For now, he was in control—and he intended to keep it that way, no matter what twisted game SS had in mind.....