The stars used many to gain sentimental feelings and then committed self death as soon as the feelings were gained, that is why the sun is gone, they died.
- scholar of the moon
The knowledge of the truth, as if comprehension became the enemy, if the one to never be honest becomes a liar of lies then the end is not just an end it will become a space to stay, one part of yourself will stay... The rest... Well it now belongs to me...
- Hetchioca the Witched one
A day for 1 (4)
The sight of the same old place brings them back to a forced start of panic
Run
Run
They try to act
They get out of the room
Soon after Sound blasts behind them
They close the door
The hallway
Again..
Don't be stupid..."
They whispered as they walked as quietly as they could, listening, trying to feel if something changed
The color the sound the...
Oh got to be quick
They sprint to the second door on the left
They try to push it open
Nope
Pull?
Success
They sprint inside and close the door as fast as they could
A loud sound of a slamming door
"Frick... I'm going to have to hope they can't hear... Please..."
They wisper under their breath
They listen to the outside of the room
"1..."
Again
"2..."
Once more
"3..."
Nothing?
The question of if they can rest pops up but can't keep hold
"There is no way i will be able to..."
Lets just look around first.
As they look around the room its.. blue?
There is a table in the middle of the room with a shiny possibly metal butter knife?
Heh better than nothing
A counter to the left of the room with multiple books?
History, religion, math, magic, psychology, biology, physics, language.
Strange
...
They sprint to the butter knife grabbing it as they listen to the room around them quietly
...
...
...
...
Foot steps
Then...
Slam
The door shatters as a... What
Blob of mass???
Like pure darkness incarnate has been infused, reborn and reincarnated as a concept of incomprehensible, I have no idea what this is
"What the f*ck it that?!?!"
They throw the butter knife at the thing?
It does nothing, like it went through the thing
The thing moves towards them
When thinking of what to do the thing jumps at them
Nothing
They feel nothing as it consumes them
Heh you died again
And to that...
your luck
That is really funny
Like a butter knife
Really?
What good is a dull metal knife...
Oh
I wonder if you will see
Let's do this again
Once more
And even more after
Lets have some fun
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