[DISCONTINUED] Trial of Misery

Introduction(?)

[Scratching tape sound.]

[Tapping sound.]

"Is it.. is it on..?"

"..."

"Oh, it is!"

The man backs away from the camera, he almost tripped from a rock. He seems to have brown hair with brown eyes, and wearing a multicolored hoodie, he doesn't show any fear but he shows a friendly face, a nervous smile is carved on his face.

"Hello! My name is Karl Jacobs. I am one of the members of land called Dream SMP!" he said confidently, the man who held the camera was coughing. The multicolored man giggled and continues

"This land is owned by the legendary and famous man, Dreamwastaken! Or Dream." another man shows up to the camera, walking from behind Karl to his side. He wears a smiling face mask, his green hoodie is very vibrant, his hair is dark blonde and he has small horns with ram ears, he waved his hand.

"Hello, I am Dreamwastaken or Dream. I am the landowner of this land, more specifically Dream SMP," he said calmly, his face may not be visible but he gives off a friendly yet mysterious aura.

"Dream SMP... what is it you may ask? Well, it's a land. I mean yeah it is. But, its purpose was to bring people together, like a big family. Playing around and having fun!" the man seemed to be happy as he explained about the land.

"I mean, who wouldn't want to have fun? But anyway, Dream SMP welcomes any people, no matter what. And hey, if I say it myself, why don't you come here George?" he asked a man named George who was behind the camera.

"What? No!" he responded, Dream laughed it off as he was joking. He continues looking at the camera.

B̶u̶t̶ d̶o̶n̶'t̶ y̶o̶u̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ h̶e̶ i̶s̶ s̶t̶a̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ s̶o̶u̶l̶.

"Thanks, Dream for explaining some of the stuff, you can go back now," Karl said as he patted the masked man's shoulder, Dream shrugged and walked up behind the camera. The multicolored man clears his throat a̶n̶d̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶i̶n̶u̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ e̶x̶p̶l̶a̶i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶u̶f̶f̶e̶r̶i̶n̶g̶

"Well, Dream here is not a president but more of a... uh..." he's out of words but he shakes his head

"A military force I think..? But yeah, he's the one that always keeps us in check for us!" he smiled, he looked at the camera and he giggled again.

[The videotape is broken.]

[Scratching tape sound.]

Breathing sounds can be heard in the distance. Hard scratching can also be heard. Someone is hiding behind a box.

"(Please... please...)" they're praying as death lingers around in every corner. The thing that chases the person slowly appears from the shadows, they emit a nightmarish aura. They have long messy-tied hair with a beanie covering the head, his skin is tan with a scar on the left empty socket, his left eye is fully black that glows a red pupil a̶s̶ i̶t̶ g̶l̶i̶t̶c̶h̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ g̶r̶e̶e̶n̶.

"Oh Karl~" the deep and distorted voice echoes throughout the hallway, he slashes a locker "Boo." he looked at it, no one was there. Quackity continues walking through the hallway and he's near the box where Karl is hiding.

"..." his right eye looked at every inch of the box and the hallway, meanwhile with Karl, his hands covering his mouth, his sweats kept running down, he couldn't hold his breath any longer. Quackity left the box alone as he scoured around to look for Karl, Karl let out a sigh. He felt relief and his prayer was answered by G̵̼̙̑͗̓̓̋̒̾̋͘ơ̶̠̙̜̣͓̲̲̥̍̿͛͊͆̔d̸̡̮̠̦͚̗̱̣͍̜̐̓̃̄̾͜

He immediately gets up but avoiding to make loud noises, he crawls straight through the hallway with dim light. The lighting may be dim but for Karl, it's not enough to escape.

a loud crashing sound can be heard from a very far distance. Karl looked back to see what was going on but he wished he didn't. What he saw was Quackity running very fast towards him with his finger-like claws.

"(FUCK.)" he immediately gets up to run as fast as he could, he jumps over a hole, he slides down under the table, he drifts to the right almost tripping to the floor. No matter how fast he kept running, Quackity was always behind him. He looked back again and.

Karl woke up in a gasp, cold sweats covered his entire body, he gripped his blanket very hard. The multicolored man looked around, it's normal...? He's in his room all the time. Karl rubs his eyes and checks again if he's still in his room, he is in fact, still in his room. The multicolored man let out a sigh, he looked at the door. It's a bit open.

"What...?" he said, squinting his eyes to look carefully. Four fingers appear on the side of the door, the door is being pushed and creaked. It has come.