A darker, gritty new Home Alone where Macaulay Culkin plays a sadistic junkie, haunted by the memories of his childhood trauma, seeks revenge on Marv and Harry through an elaborate Saw-like torture maze.

“Ain’t no way this is a regular power cut Harry. I’m tellin’ you, he’s found us.”

“Shut up dimwit. He’s not gettin’ in here for nothin. Nothing gets in here.”

Marv put his face against the bars of the cell and tried to squeeze through. He could just make out the shape of the corridor, leading towards the heavy metal door at one end and the guards office at the other. The red tinsel was hanging across the window like a daub of blood. The office within was empty. It was never empty.

The door to his cell clanged open with a heavy shudder, nearly colliding with his face in the process. A second reverberation and soon Harry was standing before him.

“I ain’t leavin’ Harry. No way. After the house. And that refurb. And the boat, don’t you remember the boat Harry? I don’t wanna go out there man.”

“Shush, you hear something?”

Marv cocked an ear where his eyes had been a moment ago.

“I hear nothing.”

“Exactly,” Harry said, clapping his hands together. “Time to blow this joint.”

The crackle of the tannoy was deafening in the stillness. The monotonous voice, announcing meat loaf or rec time, was replaced by the kind of voice only a life of violence and a pack of smokes every day could produce. The first few words came through with a healthy dose of phlegm.

“You guys give up yet? Or you hungry for more?”

“Oh god Harry, pleeeease,” Marv whined, curling into a ball at the foot of his bed. “I don’t wanna play no more.”

“You guys give up? Have you had enough pain?”

Harry stood in the hallway. Marv trembled in fear. He had lost everything to a kid, a spoilt brat. The last time they’d met, the monster had made sure Marv would never even have children of his own. But Harry? Harry was mad. Harry wanted to make The Score, the kind of money that means you can go away and sip Mai Tais on a tropical beach for the rest of your life.

Harry wanted to fight.

The heavy door opened inwards. Harry grabbed Marv by the scruff of his neck and hauled him out.

The kid watched, a full beard on his face and a smile in his eyes.

Prompt originally posted by Unknown on reddit and received 2 upvotes.

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