Let's have our party together, Dad!

A sharp pain in his wrists and ankles jolted the man awake. His eyelids flickered, resisting the dim, oppressive light. His head throbbed as if a swarm of angry bees had nested inside. He tried to move, but his body responded only with a dull, aching pain. His hands and feet were tightly bound with ropes to a cold, hard chair. It was hard to breathe; the air felt thick and stale, poisoned by something foul and heavy. A sharp, metallic scent assaulted his nostrils, mixed with the sickly sweet, disgusting odor of decaying flesh. He tried to turn his head away, but couldn't. His neck was fixed in place by something stiff and unyielding. Slowly, with great effort, he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, but gradually, the image began to clear. He was sitting in a large, gloomy room, illuminated only by a few dim lamps hanging from the ceiling. A damp chill permeated his bones, and he couldn't understand where he was. Everything was still blurred before his eyes, preventing him from fully concentrating. Before him, in the center of the room, stood a wide, long table. Its surface was stained with something dark and sticky, with dried patches resembling blood. To the left and right of the table stood chairs. And on each of those chairs... sat bodies. Corpses. Or rather, what was left of them. They were dressed in their own, but blood-soaked clothing, their faces twisted into horrible grimaces. Some of them were missing body parts, exposing bones and entrails. Their once living eyes were now empty sockets, staring into nothingness. The whole scene truly wanted to throw up. Struggling to suppress the urge to vomit, he tried to look around. -You're awake! A voice full of joy and approaching danger rang out. A figure emerged from the darkness. His face expressed manic glee. A wide, unnatural smile revealed a row of sharp, razor-like teeth. His eyes, round and empty, burned with insane fire. -You've been sleeping for quite a while; I thought you wouldn't wake up. But at last! We can have our party! Look, I've gathered everyone here. Isn't it wonderful? He was wearing a collar, which, like a dog collar, was decorated with sharp spikes, adding aggression to the image. From his shoulders hung a black cloak, torn at the edges, with bizarre wings sticking out from his back, resembling blades. A chainsaw gleamed in his clawed hand, which he carefully set aside. -C00l... Kid? Is that you? Where... did you get these clothes from?.. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was him... It was his son. But... Why? Why didn't he recognize his former child in him? -M-m-m?. Ah, you noticed! Do you like it? These wonderful creatures allowed me to borrow their clothes, isn't it lovely? .. And now... I've prepared food for our party! Just wait a little bit, and I'll bring the cake for our party. I'm sure you're hungry, Dad! to be continued..