WareHell

Chapter 1: Void Lost

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(TW!! Blood, Swearing, Weapons, & Slight Panic Attacks)

Nobody's POV:

The second Namani felt her head slam against a polished tile floor, she knew something was wrong.

She groans lightly, opening her eyes just enough to notice she most definitely wasn't in her home anymore. It seemed to be a huge abandoned facility of some kind going off of how cold it was. She tries to open her eyes a bit, only be met with blurred vision, like trying to stare through frosted glass, and one hell of a headache. She holds her head and surprisingly is able to stand on both her feet.

She takes a deep breath to distract herself from her throbbing membrane and she leans against the nearest shelf. Her vision eventually stills and she is met with a hell of a sight. She appeared to be in a storage room of some kind. The floors and ceiling were lined with neat polished grey tiling and the walls were bolted metal lined with hundreds of shelves of boxes that reached the hundred-foot-high ceiling.

Once her head stops hurting enough to walk around, she takes in the sight of the room she was... spawned into?

She skirts around the edges of the room, hoping to find a door of some kind. Finally, tucked into the corner, was a small door around the height of Namani herself, and let's just say, she wasn't exactly tall for a female the age of 19. She peers through the keyhole, though since her lashes blocked her vision, she couldn't see much besides what seemed to be wood.

She groans as she realizes the small door was boarded shut, meaning she had to force her way out. Well, somehow, at least. She searches around the huge storage room and comes across a room lined with weapons. She scans the wall and a small axe catches her eye. She tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches up to pull the axe off the prongs holding it on display.

She turns the axe over a few times. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, besides the fact there were red splatters that Namani hoped was wall paint. She sighs and jogs back over to the door. She approaches the door, lifts the axe over her head and squints her eyes, letting it fall with a  sickening crack. She peeks one eye open to see the door didn't stand a chance. It had already appeared old, so it wasn't much of a surprise she had put a huge hole in it.

She abuses the door with a few more whacks till she makes a hole big enough to fit through.

She decides to keep the axe and she bends down to squirm through the small hole she had made. Once she makes it through, she takes the splinters out of her sweater and looks around. She sees a long hallway with beige painted walls, splattered with more 'paint', and simple wooden floors. Namani squints as she tries to see the end of the hall. However, it seemed impossibly far. 

With nothing more than a couple flickering lightbulbs acting as a light source, she starts down the hall.

Not long later, at least, she thought she hadn't been walking long, she comes across a door similar to the one she broke down in the storage room. She looks through the keyhole and is relieved to not see wood on the other side. However, she hears gentle crying on the other side and furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Hello? If you're on the other side, say something!" Namani screamed.

Silence.

Namani sighs, grabs the steel knob, and turns it with a soft click

When she steps into the small dimly lit room, the first thing she notices isn't the fact it's almost identical to the hall, just a smaller room. Oh no, the first thing she sees is a small blonde boy, who seemed to be around 16. He had his head tucked in his legs and was sobbing. Namani looks slightly concerned and steps closer to the boy.