Tick, tick, tick.
The sound of a grandfather clock echoed throughout the almost empty hallway.
Rooms silent, yet colourful and bright.
Floors creaking as a short, thin teenager made their way out of their room. The gentle pat of their feet sounded in the hallway, mingling with the clocks loud groans. Making their way towards the kitchen, they swiftly grab a box of Kristen Crackers and begin chomping down on them.
Pictures littered the kitchen walls, silhouettes of men, women and people with blurred out and scratched faces, detail-less images of humans, unidentifiable beings resembling those whom the teen desired to surround themselves with. Longingly staring at the blurry, distorted images of said beings, the teen finished their food, and quickly chugged a glass of water that was left on the table overnight. It tasted stale, but they drank it anyways, too thirsty to care.
They stood from the kitchen table, placed their empty glass and box in their respectful places, and waltz gracefully, or at least, as gracefully as a teenager can, into the bathroom.
They stared at themself in the mirror, their thin frame in the reflection of the cracked glass. The bathroom was incredibly clean, and they felt out of place in the white and beige room. They picked up their toothbrush and toothpaste, and got on with brushing their teeth. The toothpaste was minty and fresh, and got rid of the foul taste of the water that they had previously consumed. They finished up brushing their teeth, and they sat down on the floor.
They blankly stared at the cabinets in front of them, the blank beige colouring of the wooden doors staring back at them. Slowly, the teen stretched out their foot and tapped the right door lightly. They continued tapping the door, the small slam from the looser door closing continuously echoing through the small room. This proceeded for about another half hour, the small figure spacing out and their tapping slowing down over time.
They soon woke from the trance of the tapping, and stood up quickly. Fearfully glancing at the door they had so carelessly been kicking, and ran out of the bathroom.
They soon returned to their room, which was very contrasting to the rest of the house.
It was dark, messy, but much more homely than the rest of the building. A bed, with comfy pillows and a duvet and a few plush animals strewn across the soft materials of the bed. A warm glow from a small lava lamp crawled up the walls, making the paintings, posters, pictures and stickers on the walls a much more prominent feature in the room. There was an abundance of instruments in the corner of their room, all gathering dust from the lack of use. The teen had many books, fact and fiction alike all piled up in a bookshelf and many art supplies littered the dusted shelves.
Instead of going towards any of the fun and interesting things in their room, they made their way towards a small pile of clothing beside their bed, and slowly slipped from their night clothes into something suitable for the day. They felt comfortable in their outfit of choice, and wandered to the front door, exiting the house and walking down the empty, well-kept street.
Progressing towards the main road, they came into contact with the being. The being eyed them up and down, its torso shining and its eye floating intimidatingly.
"ᏇᏂᎩ ᏗᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏂᏋᏒᏋ?"
The question goes unanswered.
"ᏗᏁᏕᏇᏋᏒ. ᏁᎧᏇ."
Silence.
"🅿🅰🆃🅷🅴🆃🅸🅲."
The being submerged itself in stone, merging with the ground.
They continued along the road, and the streets getting even emptier and emptier. Grey shades around the shield of the sky, darker shades stretching along the horizon.
They pass some beings who reside in the Garden of the Risen, their faces unrecognisable and distorted. Further and further they went, distanced from the being.
They walked for another while, till they circled back to their home. Entering the building, they slowly lose sight of whats in front of them, and suddenly, falling to the floor, darkness.
Voices, distant voices. Darkness, and more voices.
🆆🅰🅺🅴 🆄🅿. 🅲🅾🅼🅴 🅾🅽.
🅿🅻🅴🅰🆂🅴.
P̴͚̦͈̠̗̯̘̠͍̣̋̇̒̾̀̔̈́l̵̨̢̤͙͙̮̜̬̈̈̊́̊̀͝e̵̠̤͕̘̱͆̈́̐̀͆̕͝a̴̯͉͖̭̓s̴͓̖̱̊̏̂̒̎͠ȩ̷̼͖͇̦̬̯̰̪̭̄̀͗̃̀̈́.̷̖͍̟̃͌͒̌͑͑͘̚
ₚₗₑₐₛₑ.
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A loud beep. Almost like an alarm clock. Sobbing. Screaming.
Silence.
No more alarms.
Taken to the Garden of the Risen, to be watched over by the being, eternally trapped in the reality they once feared.
One where no being has a face, nor a name.
One that shall forever remain distorted and broken.
One that is here.
Its here.
Peculiar.
𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.
