Chance to Be Better Again

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Rodney started heading towards the abandoned shed where he was told Makai would be. It was pretty easy to locate because, as Engel said, there were barely any hills in the area. Eventually, he found the place and was immediately disgusted. There were termites everywhere on the exterior of the shed. Although he was hesitant about walking in, he knew he had to. He had to talk to Makai eventually, so why not now? He opened the rusty door, a few termites walking along his skin. He shook them off and used the flashlight he bought at one of the local stores to illuminate the shed. Inside the place were a few tools, mainly hoes, saws, and wrenches. On every corner of the place was a spider web, probably even more, but Rodney didn't want to know that. Half of them were torn up. "Seems like something Makai would do," Rodney said to himself. He continued further into the shed. It was suspiciously cleaner as he ventured into the mysterious darkness.

The shed was weirdly large for the normal size of one. It had the space of a one-floor house. He continued further into the shed until he saw a little brown flick of hair popping out from behind a pile of metal buckets. "Makai!" Rodney excitedly exclaimed. "Oh, I'm so glad I found you!!" He knocked the metal buckets over to reveal Makai from his hiding spot, but it wasn't him. It was a prop. "God fucking dammit," Rodney muttered. "Why would I be surprised?" He began looking around more, trying to find every possible corner in the shed. Sadly, there was no sign of Makai anywhere. Despite not finding him, he kept searching. He was desperate to get Makai back. He couldn't just let Makai lock himself in the mental jail he built for himself. Eventually, he heard a creak under where he stepped. It was more "creaky" than most creaks, almost as if there was something under the dark, wet floor. He pointed his flashlight towards the floor and revealed a handle attached to the floor. How suspicious, Rodney thought. Would be a shame if someone pulled it. Rodney half-hesitantly pulled the handle that was stuck to the wooden floor, and a trapdoor opened. "What the fuck?" Rodney said to himself in surprise. "Is this a basement?" Rodney looked into the basement from above and saw that the basement was lit up by a mysterious light. Someone was probably down there. Whoever that someone was probably heard Makai arrive. He could finally find Makai! With slight hesitation and high hopes, Rodney began slowly walking down the stairs.

The stairs made a very loud creaking sound, even when Rodney slowly crept down them. The carpet material was half-moldy, but it looked like someone poured toxic waste on it. The floor probably contained so much bacteria that someone would die just by touching it. "Who would live in a dump like this?" Rodney said out loud.

"I would," a mysterious yet familiar voice replied.

"Who's there?" Rodney said, half-shaking.

The silhouette of the hidden figure showed itself. It was Makai.