random little stories ^^

=) (TW: slight gore)

(this is actually a draft from my docs)

I ran into a wall, a thud reverberating around the area. I stumbled backwards, and rubbed my head, slightly recovering from the dumb stunt I pulled off earlier. Looking up, I found out I was on a different level, saying the wall is decorated with stickers and drawings of cartoon characters while confetti and blood scattered on the floor. The smell was fucking putrid, like dead bodies were rotting around here.

Which was probably true.

" This isn't the level I was looking for, but better than the last one, I hope.. " I muttered under my breath.

My foot hit something on the floor, I looked down and saw a radio. I crouched and fiddled with the buttons and knobs, until a voice boomed through the gadget.

" Welcome to Level Fun. The level is very dangerous due to the entities that roam about freely. If you wish to get out of this level, move sneakily and steadily. Avoid all rooms that seem bloody and off. Hide under tables if you hear footsteps, this will NOT guarantee your safety. If you hear a nursery rhyme being sung, it's too late for you now. Good luck to all of you. "

The directions kept repeating, over and over again. I listened carefully then switched it off the radio when I understood what to do. I stood up and began my journey to find the way out.

As I ventured through the level carefully with a firearm in hand, I saw tables and desks decorated with party streamers, balloons and food. Rooms were barricaded with furniture, and the fluorescent lights hummed blatantly. More drawings were stamped onto the drywall, some of them recognizable.

I stumbled into a room, but it wasn't like any other room I've checked. The walls were smothered with blood, the smell of corpses intensifying. Tables were crammed with different kinds of 'food' and furniture was stacked across many walls.

And a singular bottle of almond water settled in the corner of the room.

My instincts screamed to grab the bottle but then I remembered the warning.

" Avoid all rooms that seem bloody and off. "

I slowly backed out of the room and ran off, ignoring the possible bait leading to my death. No, .- .-.. . -..-, get your fucking priorities straight. The sooner I'm out of this, the better.

Continuing deeper into the level, the lights seemed to dim, and the drawings on the wall escalated to disturbing and distorted versions of the originals. I stumbled into another area, but it wasn't like any other place I've seen here.

It was an entire playplace.

Everything felt nostalgic, the dark red and blue slides, the swings, the little pretend restaurants and barber shops and shit like that, it all felt..nostalgic.

Snap out of it, .- .-.. . -..-! No time for this, you're looking for the exit and the exit only!

There was no other place to go but here, so I forced myself to walk through the playplace, ignoring all the structures and distractions. It was also really dark so I flicked on my flashlight to light up my way.

Soft but rapid footsteps resonated behind me, I swifty turned to check but there wasn't a danger in sight...yet. I sighed and continued the journey.

" Ring around the rosie.. "

I held my breath in, listening into the noise.

" A pocket full of posies.. "

My legs refused to move.

" Ashes, ashes.. "

My heart pounded, almost jumping out of my chest.

" They all. Fall. Down. "

" Oh, you've gotta be fucking- "

Hundreds, if not thousands of footsteps rushed towards me. I ran off, pushing every single thing out of my way. I wanted to make it out alive, no, I needed to make it out alive.

" Help! Help! Please! " I yelled before something grabbed me by my arm, multiple sharp objects piercing through the skin. I screamed and dropped my flashlight, pointing at the monster. All I could see and process was a monster with yellow skin and a smiley face.

Soon, my other arm was snatched and suffered the same fate. I screamed and yelled in pure anguish and pain as the torture continued. After what felt like seconds, the things on my arm suddenly let go and the atmosphere returned to a quiet but eerie mood.

I was left with scars on my arms, but when I looked closely, it looked like bite marks. I stood there for a few seconds, contemplating if it was safe to run. I picked up the flashlight and ran, my body struck with fear.

I was finally out of the area in a matter of minutes, but I was getting tired. I found a desk and scurried under it for safety. I quickly brought out a first aid kit, and treated my wounds. As I was continuing to tend to the marks, my arms suddenly went numb. I couldn't feel anything in my arms anymore.

" What..? " I trembled. I finished off the bandaging, and scavenged through my supplies to find something useful. An empty bottle of Almond Water, weapons, another kit, food and water. Fuck, this is bad.

Very, very bad.

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this isnt that bad