H&S: Story Of Dorothy Oneshots

Memory of Misery

"This is...?" She said uncertainly, treading through the sewer's corridor with purpose.

She came to the end of the wide path, finding another skeletonized corpse, the wrist bone wearing a shackle. A lot of bones were littered about, but she didn't just see a skeleton.

"Uh-oh. You?" The muscles in her body seized up, her anxiety intensifying and sweat rolling off her skin.

She staggered back out the corridor, horrified. "No... No way." She turned and fled. The echoe of a big crash bounced off the walls, sounding very grisly. Like a giant sledge hammer being brought down on an elephant's fleshy rancid carcass.

      Recovering from her flashback, Dorothy muttered to herself, "Okay, I'm sure here..." as she stood in that exact same dank hall. There was gray everywhere, the most color being from old blood stains, green sewage, and the white of human bones. Yes, Sue's "lair" was nearby, she was sure of it. But what was that loud noise? Had she tripped on something and fell onto a pile of remains? Why did she seem to recognize the corpse? Why did it instill so much fear in her?

        Dorothy later on remembered, all the puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. Servant A, the aspiring musician Adam, had lost his mind not longer after she tried consoling him as the recent events took their toll on his fragile mind. His murder was fresh in her mind, that tool she'd used on the first floor to cut through the chains on a door... That was his weapon, she could practically hear Servant C, Cally's agonized screech reverberating through the mansion. The same scream the painting of the girl on that floor made after she acquired the item, just as blood was mysterious splattered over the artwork.
       
        It was hinting at the kill.

       But that wasn't all. Sue had laced that chained-to-the-wall corpse of bones with magic to give Dorothy a frightening illusion once she laid eyes upon it. This wasn't when she was alive. This was during one of her many repetitive runs in Purgatory, the boy being too attached to his playmate to let her go so soon. All the remains weren't truly people killed down there, they were just decoration conjured up to make everything seem more nightmarish. Like now, she had almost made it to her final destination, where she would find and confront Sue.

       But he hadn't wanted it to be over just yet.

       "This is...?" Dorothy had whispered to herself doubtfully as she tried to recall where she found that room. The cell/decrepit bedroom where she first met Sue. There weren't too many corridors down there, so she wouldn't be lost forever. This must be it. She'd find him and win. Then he'd bring her family and servants back. Her eyes widened as she spotted him.

        What Dorothy saw drained the blood from her face, her skin ashen, quivering, and frosty thanks to the low temperature. For there, at the end of that corridor, she did not see a corpse. She saw Servant A standing there, surrounded by the ribcages and skulls, the mucous and blood, his anomalous grin broadening at the sight of her. Vulnerable. Shaking. Close to tears. His black butler's tuxedo was now mostly red, even his teeth were splattered with the iron-smelling crimson fluid. His eyes were wild and glazed, like a bloodthirsty predator excited at ensnaring it's helpless prey.
  
        In his white-gloved hands, which were soaked with ruby liquid too, held that same cutter tool. The sharp edges of the circular blade reminded her of a chainsaw, it revolved and buzzed like one too. She envisioned him plunging it deep into the stomach of Cally, the spinning pointy little triangles tearing through flesh and catching on intestines only to rip them out. Pink snakes rivering out into a wet, gory pile on the floor. Her dead green eyes tortured and bulging, blood painting her pretty porcelain skin and pristine clothes. 

          "Uh-oh. You?" Dorothy choked out, as if being strangled by her own overwhelming terror. She didn't even remember how A died. Her parents had stopped telling her the details of the deaths, hoping to start sparing her of the traumatization. She thought maybe he'd killed himself, too.

      Or perhaps, an inner voice in her head told her, perhaps he fled into the woods, never to be seen again... Until now, to take your life as well.

       Adam stepped forward, leering sadistically. His dress shoe crunched through a brittle arm bone. Dorothy couldn't breathe as she backed away from her impending doom. Not only did she have actual monsters to deal with, but a madman on top of that?
"No...no way." She gasped, shaking her head vigorously. Her once caring and dutiful servant now advanced on her, slowly and steadily, as if not worried at all about her escaping.

        Dorothy ran as fast as her legs would take her, away from that maniacal shell of a man. Not noticing the new streams of green slime seeping across the floor like sneaky little serpents of repulsing ooze. She skidded, her shoes sliding and squeaking, the heels splashing backward droplets of muck. Her mind clouded over with panic. He couldn't be far behind! No time to think. Must move, move, move. Run run run. You made it this far, don't throw it all away now!

    But alas, the girl lost her balance in her haste. Her last slip sending her a little upward into the air and forward, her legs giving out from under her. Dorothy flung her arms out as if to catch herself, looking much like a soaring superhero in mid air. She landed on a jagged pile of sharp bones arcing upwards, remains she hadn't seen in there beforehand. Her head cracked. Her limbs and torso were impaled. The few seconds she was still conscious, she thought about how no footsteps seemed to be following her, and that she'd failed everyone so easily. She had escaped so many monsters and avoided deadly traps, only to meet her downfall all because she tripped.

      Dorothy's blood washed traces of dirt and filth away. She felt agonizing pain, the bones underneath her so deep through meat and muscle that they came into contact with her own bones. She succumbed to the darkness. When she awoke again, all her memories were erased completely and she was inside a wardrobe. Most peculiar of all, none of her family and servants were around!

"...Where is everybody?"