Jacob Seed x Reader

Seven

"Ugh!", with a heavy groan, you opened your eyes.

A world of red appeared, walls rose into the air.

Everything was glowing, yet covered in a thin veil. It seemed like gas, poison that wanted to creep into your lungs and turn them black from the inside.

You blinked once or twice. Your eyes did not focus.

Everything was blurry, moved as if the world was a huge, crippled ulcer that was struggling for dear life while not being able to exist properly.

"H-holy shit...", you coughed, trying to set one foot before the other.

You couldn't feel your body. No limb seemed to be attached to you.

There was no weight, no effort needed to move. You felt like a cloud, weightless but also aimless.

A strange force was pushing you through the rooms, through doors, into long corridors.

Your legs ran, as if they had an own will. You wanted them to stop, but they did not obey the order of their own master.

Meanwhile, a voice filled the silence. It was a string voice, manly and harsh.

"Hillbilly...", you mumbled, throwing a glance up into the air. "What was your name again?"

But there was nothing to be seen. Just a veil of red poison and darkness. No ceiling kept the darkness away. It seemed like it came closer, threatening to fall down and smash everything that wasn't quick enough to escape.

"H-hello?", slowly your eyes wandered through this strange world.

You moved forward without really noticing it. Your body was no longer your body, but rather a shell that moved whenever instincts demanded it. Your legs carried you through a long corridor.

The walls were bare, but every now and then words appeared, graffiti written with red paint that slowly dripped into the depths. The little spots painted a strange picture, as if those walls were bleeding and suffering.

Somehow, the paint looked a lot like blood.

But where did it came from?

And who's was it?

"Meat.", you muttered with a quick glance at the word. "You are meat... Why?"

Slowly, very slowly, you stretched out a hand and dared to touch the paint. It felt sticky, but not warm. As you rubbed the fingers together, you felt some hard spots inside the paint, almost like sand or a few stones.

Suddenly the world trembled under your feet.

It felt as if your guts were twisting and shaking, as if they wanted to escape the shell and push outward.

"Urgh!", with sickening dizziness you twisted and curled, your arms wrapped tightly around your own torso.

"The weak.", there was suddenly a voice that made the world tremble. "We will cull the herd. The weak must be sacrificed to protect the strong. Go. Earn your place."

Confused and also a bit disturbed, you raised your eyes, searching for the source of the voice. But only darkness and the veil of red greeted your sight.

The voice was familiar, harsh and clear, but also calm, as if there was nothing to ever be worried about because the owner had seen it all.

"Who?", looking down on your feet, the ground began to shake so strongly that you stumbled.

Sharp stones dug into your knees. The pain felt so real that you had to squint your eyes and scream to hold back the tears.

"Run, little prey.", there was that voice again. "If you don't escape, you will be sacrificed for the strong. I shall cull the herd. It's what I do. Show me, if I shall cull you."

Suddenly there was the sound of ice breaking and stones being smashed. The ground stopped shaking and instead cracks began to reach out their black, sharp fingers for you.

Startled, you jumped up, tripped over your own feet and fell to the ground again.

Sharp stones dug into the soft flesh of your hands, the feeling of blood wetted your skin.

But there was neither warmth nor pain.

There was only blood.

Blood and cold.

"Shit.", you cursed and chased down the long hallway while that strange voice echoed in your ears.

Somehow that voice seemed so familiar. As if you knew the one who was playing god with you.

There seemed to be no end to the hallway. No matter how fast you ran and how much your legs started hurt, you couldn't get any further. It seed that for each meter you ran, two more grew.

Behind you, the cracks coursed through the floor. Again and again they tried to reach for your feet, to grab you and drag you into the depths, to make the darkness your eternal grave.

"Holy crap!", you jumped around a corner, into a new corridor, ran on and smashed through a door.

The feeling of hard wood pressing into your skin caused pain inside your body. For a second, you felt alive again.
Suddenly, red light flooded your eyes, blinding you for a moment.

"Very good.", said the voice. "You are tough. Tough meat is meat, too. Go. Earn your place."

"Hey!", you threw your gaze into the air. "Who are you?! What the fuck is this?!"

But no one answered.

Breathing heavily, you looked around for a brief moment before running on.

The scenery looked like a courtyard. There was a fountain decorating the middle. But it didn't hold water, clear and blue. Instead, the liquid was red.

At first glance, it seemed to be paint as well. But as you looked at it a second time while passing, you couldn't help but think it was blood.

"My... fucking...", you bit your lips, forcing yourself to climb up the stone stairs instead of wasting time looking at things. "What- what is this?"

Your throat was as dry as a desert. Breathing felt like a burden. Fire was burning inside your lungs.

The stairs led up to a platform. At any other time, this would have been a nice place. However, now that it was covered in red light and breaking stone, it looked more like a war place. It even felt like one. Somehow, this place felt dangerous.

It just didn't show yet.

"Good.", the voice sounded again. "Go. Don't waste time."

Your legs moved, but you refused to go on.

Angered, you growled.

"Hey!", you shouted. "What the fuck is this?! Huh?! Who are you?"

Again, nobody answered. It never answered. Only commanded.

Before your eyes, a wall opened. Red light lingered around the edges, enlightening the dark and making it seem like a portal.

Behind the opening, another corridor grew into the distance. This one seemed messy, with pieces of stone dancing through the air.

With a sigh, you set one foot onto the other side. You didn't know why, but this felt like an escape. A scary one, but an escape.

Again, your legs moved on their own. And then you fell, as the ground faded below your feet.