1. 3am

A/N: this is like my 5th time trying with this story lmao.

Anyways, the cast, the two main players anyway...

Eminem as Marshall a.k.a Slim Shady duh...

Rihanna as Robyn, also duh lol. Only her looks though, she's not meant to be Rihanna in any other way...

Also, this story takes place in the alternate universe where neither one of them is famous. And it takes place in the present time too, the year is currently 2023, but Marshall looks how he used to look in the late 90s/early 2000s...

Robyn's P.O.V.

It's a little past 3am in the morning. And I sit in a car in front of my boyfriend's house, staring at his dark windows, trying desperately to peak through the drapes. I feel like a complete idiot. And a crazy ass bitch. But I can't help myself.

Marshall and I have been together for 2 years now. And yet, he still won't allow me to ever spend the night at his place. Commitment issues. Trust issues with women, he tells me. And I was trying to be patient with him, I really did. But after all this time??

It's not like I don't have commitment and trust issues with guys myself after all, but I've put that all aside to be with him.

Only for him to what, play me?!

He might even have a whole girlfriend stashed up at this house, and I'm actually the one who's the side chick. Won't that be some shit?

Probably exactly why he won't let me sleep over. Or why he would never stay the night at my place.

It must be another girl, right?

Well, tonight I will find out.

Taking a swig out of the bottle I've been drinking from and swallowing down my liquid courage, I jump out of my car and march towards the house.

Raising my fist high in the air, I bang on his door.

I open my mouth to start screaming and calling out his name too, I guess he really has made me that crazy, but before I can make a sound, the door slowly caves in and opens with a squeak, as if it had never been locked in the first place. That's kind of weird. Did he forget to lock it? Oh well...

Without thinking twice of it, I step inside.

It's pitch dark, of course, so I feel with my hand against the walls looking for a light switch.

Quickly locating it, I click it, but nothing happens. The lights don't come on. I flick the switch again, but still nothing happens. Okay...

I shrug to myself and attempt to make my way across Marshall's house in complete darkness. I've been here enough times during the day to know how to make my way around anyways...

However my feet quickly stumble across something laying on the floor and I almost fall. I let put a loud scream as I attempt to steady myself, and just as I do, I hear the front door open and then slam shut loudly behind me.

Spinning around on my heels, all I can make out is a male silhouette standing against the door. It's obviously Marshall, I would recognize him anywhere. But why isn't he saying anything to me. And also, did he just now got back in? Where was he and what was he doing out so late at night??

See, I knew my suspicions were true, he is cheating on me!!

At the same time, what is this weird feeling I suddenly get in a pit of my stomach?

"Marshall?" I call out to him, my voice suddenly turning sheepish. "I just... I'm sorry I came here unannounced like this, and I'm sorry I barged in. I just... I-"

I hate myself for mumbling like this. I was supposed to be strong. I was supposed to come in here and confront him

But something is just... Off. I don't know what it is. I can't put my finger on it, but I just... I don't know. I feel really weird all of a sudden. And... threatened? What the fuck? Why would I feel like this around Marshall?

And why is he still standing there like a statue, not saying a fucking word?!

"Marshall! Why won't you answer me?"

When he still doesn't respond, I fumble in my pocket for my cell phone. Finally finding it, I turn on the flash light feature and aim it at Marshall.

He still doesn't flinch. Not even when the bright light hits his eyes. His face remains completely emotionless.

I notice a few things though.

First of all, his clothes. He seems to be wearing a pair of ridiculous denim overalls over his naked body. And... a white mask that is hiked up to sit over the top of his head. What the... Why is he wearing that?

Also, his hands. Why are his hands... red?? Is it... blood??

No, it can't be. But whatever that red stuff is, it's actually smeared all over his clothes. Some of it is even on his skin, and his hands are also covered in it.

A chill slowly goes over my whole body as I feel a strange numbness spread all over me as I take more and more of him in.

His eyes are weird too. The pupils so dilated that the usual baby blues are almost gone, his eyes appearing very dark, almost completely black.

"Marshall?" I start to say, but my breath gets caught in my throat when I notice a corner of his mouth slowly begin to twitch into a resemblance of a smile. More like a smirk, actually.

"Marshall ain't here, bitch," he finally answers.

I immediately notice that something is off about his voice too. It sounds different somehow. More high pitched maybe.

"My name is Slim Shady."

I stare in those eyes that I don't recognize.

"Marshall, what are you saying?" I ask him hopelessly, taking a step back.

In return, he takes a step towards me, shortening the distance between us. He tilts his head to the side, regarding me.

"Didn't you hear what I just said, bitch? Marshall ain't here."

Slowly, he reaches for the mask that's on the top of his head and begins pulling it down, covering his face.

"Marshall, please..." I beg.

I watch his eyes in the tiny slits of the mask that is now over his face. I see his eyes kind of squint, then his whole body moves forward.

Without even thinking much of it, I try to make a run for it.

Marshall is blocking my exit out of the front door of the house, of course, so I try instead to run towards the back entrance. But before I know it, he catches up to me. His arms wrap roughly around my body, trapping me.

I scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand, smearing the blood on it all over my face.

The disgust at that causes me to try to scream even louder, but it's all in vein.

"Yo, shut the fuck up, bitch!" He tightens his grip on me. "Before I fucking hurt you. I don't wanna do that, but I will."

I feel a cold metal press against the skin of my throat. The knife!

My heart drops all the way down to my feet, and my entire body goes completely numb.

"I'll slit your motherfucking throat right now if you don't shut up and don't quit moving around, you understand?"

All I can do was nod as I stand completely still in his arms.

"So," I hear that same slightly high pitched version of Marshall's normal voice in my ear. "This is what he's been keeping to himself all this time. Hiding from me," he says, and I have no idea what he's talking about.

I am very well aware though of his hands roaming all over my body, feeling me up, and my stupid ass body, so used to Marshall's touch, reacts to it against my better judgment.

"I'm gonna move my hand now," he says. "If you scream, bitch, I swear to God I'll fucking kill you."

He then frees my mouth, but he keeps the knife right at my throat.

I don't scream. Don't even have it in me right now to scream. All I can do is just breathe heavily as tears stream down my face.

"What's my name?" Marshall asks me, completely out of the blue.

"What?!" I exclaim, completely dumbfounded.

"What's my motherfucking name?!" He screams.

"Marshall Mathers!" I exclaim in return, I don't know what else does he expect me to say?!

"Wrong, bitch! Try it again. What's my motherfucking name?!"

"Slim... Slim Shady?" I ask thinking that I'm giving him what he wants to hear, but then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

Could he really be... The Slim Shady Killer? This crazy person terrorizing Detroit, dismembered bodies left in his wake, always signing that stupid sounding name at the scene of his crimes in his victims blood. My Name Is Slim Shady.

No... no, he can't possibly... not him, not Marshall...

But then again, right now, at this very moment, he clearly isn't Marshall. Not the Marshall I know. He's... he seems like somebody else entirely.

Within a matter of seconds, he spins me around, forcing me to look him in the eyes again.

I make a huge mistake of saying the wrong thing once again.

"Marshall, please. This isn't you..."

Before I can even finish my sentence, his hands wrap around my throat, and I can't breath. With my oxygen supply completely cut off, all I can do is choke for air, my eyes wide, staring in terror into his dark once.

Gasping desperately for some air, I begin to slowly fade away.

"Robyn," another, oh so familiar voice says in my head, "I am so sorry..."

With that, everything goes dark as I pass out.

Or maybe die.

Who the hell knows??

As I fade away, I see another Marshall. MY MARSHALL, the Marshall that I know so well and love, my boyfriend, Marshall... in some type of a... cage??