The morning wakes me. Looking upwards is a clock attached to the ceiling. Tick, tock, tick, the noises of clicking reminds me of buttons. What buttons should I press today. Active, inactive, hard-working, hardly working. Despite what these thoughts are driving me towards, I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I grab the eggs, toast, and butter for a Sunny Side Up. Walking over to the remote in the living room, I turned on the TV to check the news. I don't watch weather forecasts, no no no... I want to see if they've ever caught me yet.
"Missing cleaners found dead in sewers. Investigators do not know what from, or how exactly they died."
Hum. They weren't cleaners though... Right? I should go and check the sewers.
... The wind is insane today. I don't even know if I can make my way to the sewers, let alone my workplace. But what if they find out? What if they find everything I hid in there. . . I'll look anyways.
Fidgeting my fingers at the bus station, there are so many people here. I need to wait until they're all gone. Someone is standing on the sewer plate, so I must get rid of them... nevermind, their bus is here.
Fiddling with the plate, I finally get it opened. Perfect, now to check for the bodies. Left, right, and straight.
"Intruder detected." What? What was that? Continuing to walk leads me to the bodies. They're still here. They aren't cleaners... But if not, then where are they? I walk to the right and then straight forward. There the bodies are. If the investigators can't tell what the cause of death is then I'll do it myself.
There are scratches everywhere, torn blue pieces of fabric lay upon their bodies. It can't be Hope, never.
The sound of stomping begins to approach. I can't do anything, they were in a dead end. It's... Not Hope?
"You are not supposed to be here." Her green eyes glow in the dim flickers of light. A snow white bunny dressed in sky blue, looking down at me... Expressionless.
Who... What are you? What are you doing here?
"My name is Becket, Becket the Bunny. I was... Destroyed and scrapped. That is not important though. From now on, I will be the one asking questions. Who are you? What are you doing down here..?"
My name... Is... Thomas. I was storing some things down here, like gadgets and tools, since I don't have any room.
"Storing things? Items? Tools? Hum, may I ask what these do?" She kneels down and spreads a rainbow case, perfect for fitting a knife in. "I believe this is for cutlery, correct?"
Yes! I was using it for cake, oh my did I forge-
She grabs me and pulls me 7 feet into the air, grasping my neck as tightly as possible. "I roam these sewers. I know what you did. You know who you are, Tr&#!" Her voice cracks and lowers a few times... She must have been down here for a long time.
I'm gasping for air but it doesn't seem to kill me or tire me, yet.
I didn't do anything, I promise! I'm innocent, look at what you're doing!
She giggles and lowers her face. An eye pops out of her socket and drops on the floor, making a wet splotch sound. Blood and some sort of clear-watery liquid spills from it as she looks back up to me.
"Oh dear... What is this?"
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Battered and Broken
HorrorBeneath the secrets was more than just an old and dusty mall. It was something dark, deep, and quiet. It feels much like a maze. A maze with no end, and with no end comes many possibilities. Many... Accidents...
