You snuck through the backyard of the big, scary house. Yes, it was called the big, scary house because no one else knew what to call it, and it was pretty big and pretty scary. Apparently, four guys who seemed just as scary as the house had moved in. That didn't even faze you, you was used to being scared because you had two elder brothers, and living in a house with two teenage guys could rather frightening. This was the usual route home, but that was before the new people moved in. You paused to push the hair out of your eyes, not noticing two men creeping up behind you. Before you completely understood what was happening, you was off the ground and put in a choker-hold.
You struggled in the super strong grip. "Hey! Put me down this instant!! I'll smash your noses in!"
"Nah, I don't think you could pull it off." a slick-ish voice whispered, close to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver.
"I will put thumbtacks in your shoes! Or pushpins!! If those aren't the same thing!!" You retaliated as the choker-hold loosened a bit.
"Matthew! Why don't you stop being so weak and hold her still!" the voice said, still not in sight.
"Dammit Alfred." A separate voice said, the arms around your neck tightening once again.
You kicked and attempted to scream, but it came out as a choked gargle as the arm clenched harder against your throat. "F-k yo-o-u!" was all that came out.
Then all was completely black.
Nightmares surrounded you as you were in between the waking-world and sleep. At this point, you had no idea what was real or false, you just tumbled in and out of sleep. You heard something. A voice? A familiar voice? No, it was too deep to be your mother. Was it those guys who had knocked you out? Or the voice of a friendly (but probably holding a billion needles…) ambulance tech? You really hoped it was the last one, even if there was going to be a couple IV needles.
"Poppet? Do I have to repeat myself?!" said the voice.
Shooting up into a sitting position, you quickly looked around the room. You. Were. In. The. Big. Scary. House. It didn't seem so scary anymore. The inside of the room you were in was rather lovely on the decorations, even if there were some considerably bizarre colors. You turned your attention to the blond man sitting in the corner. You frowned, he smiled. You tried to smile, but couldn't, and he still had this odd grin plastered on his face. You were sitting on what was probably his bed.
Finally you spoke up.
"Who… who are you?!" you said.
"I'm glad you asked. I'm Arthur. You can call me Artie!" he said cheerfully.
"….. Why are your eyebrows so big?" was the only other thing you could muster up to say.
His eyes darkened, as if he was mad. Then, he suddenly turned back to a cheery state. "I wish I could say they're taped on, but nooo!" he replied in a sing-song voice.
"….." You had run out of things to say.
"There's one thing I must tell you, now that you're stuck with us, you will have to-" Arthur was cut off by a sudden bang.
The door to the room slammed open and in rushed a bearded man with shoulder-length blond hair. His facial expression seemed rather neutral as he looked down upon you, his eyes burning you head to toe. He paused and turned to Artie.
"Is this ze new maid?" the man said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "She's rather scrawny, I wouldn't be surprised if she got crushed Al's baseball bat within a day."
"Al…?" you said inaudibly.
Two more guys entered the room. One had darker blond hair and a fly-away curl. He wore a red outfit and dark sunglasses. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The other had dark brown hair, mean-ish eyes, and a gravity-defying cowlick. He wore a reddish brown bomber jacket, and reddish sunglasses adorned his face. You stared at them, these were your captors, you could just sense it. You were glaring daggers at them, but you realized how vulnerable you were with them all around you. There weren't any chances of escaping at the moment, even if you charged at them, you would still most likely be caught.
"So. The girl. She's the new maid?" the one with the fly-away curl asked.
"I am not going to be your stinking maid!!" you hollered. You were going to get out of here. Not be a slave.
"Heh, she's gonna help Arthur around the house, huh?" the bearded man said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"Francis! That was rather rude of you. Now you're not going to get any cupcakes for dinner!" Artie called out indignantly.
"…. She'd better be a good cook. I'm tired of cupcakes every meal of the day. I'm about to beat up that cupcake bastard…." Said the one in the bomber jacket.
"Shut up Alfred."
"Start running Matthew. Before I start swinging."
Matthew, Alfred, Francis, and Arthur. Normal names, not so normal people. Not so sane people either, it seemed. Yup, this was definitely gonna be a mess….