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✎ やほ~ apologies for the long wait. Alas, it is the final quarter of my school year hence I've been rather occupied with assignments, but hey! I got a 4.0 :D so that's good news from me.
How about you all my lovely readers? I'm always open to hear stuff from you guys :)
Anyways, shall we continue?...
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Just a week ago, you thought you had control of your own fate. You were on a path to personal success. To only be stripped from that all so suddenly. It almost felt unfair to you. Why you? Sure you seemed above average for the most part. But, still average. So why?
You shook your head, shaking off your racing thoughts. Now's not the time to be paralyzed by your own thoughts. You still have control of your own fate, so now's the time to act on it.
"Alright, alright. I got this," you heaved a heavy sigh in an attempt to regulate your hyperventilating. You took a few moments of taking deep breaths in and out.
"I'm not going to be able to function if I can't even breathe correctly,"
You begin to fully take in your surroundings. It was simply a dark hallway. It resonated with the designs of a catacomb. But it stretched forward ceaselessly with light fog acting as a blockade for any sort of exit.
1st POV (suits the scene better)
I turn my head, looking back from where I came from only to be greeted face to face with a flat concrete wall. I tried trancing my hands around it, maybe there was some sort of secret button. But, to no avail, that type of thing seems to only occur in movies.
I heaved another sigh, "I guess all I can really do is walk forward...dunno for how long...hopefully not too long," I trailed my thoughts aloud. Hopefully talking to myself will keep me sane for a bit longer.
So, I begin my march forward...
[Timeskip brought to you by Toby accidentally burning his hand on a stove again]
I feel my throat becoming parched and my stomach beginning to growl, begging for some sort of food. I am unsure as to how long I've been walking, but for certain it's been more than four hours.
For the past hour, I've just been humming my favorite songs to myself to allude from the paralyzing silence. I was singing [insert your current favorite song] on repeat for the most part. My grip on sanity was slowly starting to falter.
"No...not yet," I mumbled to myself in hopes of motivation.
All I could do was continue my seemingly ceaseless walk.
Though, just when I thought my surroundings was a ceaseless hallway, the walls began to shift.
"Not this bullshit again..." I grumbled.
The floor a few feet in front of me began to seamlessly shift in form, completely defying any sort of laws of physics.
The area approximately 15 ft in front of me shifted into a staircase ascending up and behind me, a staircase descending down. Just before I could give any thought to it, the hissing sounds of latches could be heard faintly.
I quickly peered around my surroundings. From slightly behind and above me, I could see a faint yellow gas seeping it's way in.
"Dark yellow...sorta has a burnt radish scent...mustard gas!-"
As soon as I deduced that, I quickly scurried forward to the ascending staircase.
"Mustard gas is denser than oxygen hence it'll fall downwards..."
I climbed and climbed for quite a while.
"Jesus...how fucking long are these stairs?" I heaved through quick breaths. Just as I finished that statement, the steps below me shifted back to flat ground. It nearly threw me off balance.
Confused, I stopped in my tracks for a few seconds. The hissing of the gas finally came to a halt, but the noise of white static coming from an intercom could be heard in place of it.
"Wow! You really are smart! Ya seem to know basic toxicology. Impressive!" A voice praised. It...sounded like Toby...but not exactly. His voice was softer and slightly hypnotic in a sense.
A look of confusion was plastered on my face as I peered around, trying to get a sense of who was speaking to me.
"Who are you..?" I mumbled softly to myself. And of course, just as I finished my personal inquiry, a TV monitor suddenly took physical form on the wall beside me.
The light projecting from the monitor slightly blinded me for a bit, I physically recoiled.
"Name's Cody! Wonderful meeting you Y/n," 'Cody' spoke.
He had a very similar physique and visual appearance as Toby. Though, in replacement of orange goggles, his lens were a cyan blue. Instead of a ski mask, his face was obscured by a gas mask. And in place of a brown striped hoodie, he wore white hoodie with black sleeves.
"Motherfuckers must be besties or something..."
"You seem to know your gases, either that or you just know a pretty basic ass gas. Mustard gas. How'd you know what to do? Unless you're actually an idiot and did the correct move on accident-" he ranted on, occasionally mumbling parts to himself.
I hesitated a bit, pondered for a few seconds and stumbled out, "I wanted a career in forensics so..."
He seemed to have perked up at the mention of forensics, "oh! Pretty cool pretty cool. So you do know your shit," he then looked downwards to write or type something down. "Ahhh well, nice briefly getting to meet ya Y/n. Heh, see you soon..." then suddenly, the monitor dissipated into nothingness. Though, having experienced that phenomenon many times, it didn't come as a shocker to me.
But now, my guard was back up. What was next?
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PERCENTAGES
Guide: [From the character's POV] (In case you forgot)
0-10% - Dislike
10%-20% - Neutral
20%-30% - Approaching platonic relationship
30-55% - Platonic relationship
55-65% - Approaching romantic relationship
65%-80% - Romantic relationship
80-100% - Obbsesive relationship
𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 >> 8% (no change)
𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒚 >> 8.5% (no change)
𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆 >> 18% (no change)
𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒚 >> 23.5% (no change)
𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓 >> 10% Though he didn't want to admit. He wants you to pass. You're not as annoying as he makes you seem. Perhaps it's because you're possibly on par with him as to why he was so defensive.
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 >> 34% (no change)
𝑩𝒆𝒏 >> 32% (no change)