The Afton Family

Chapter four-Pitch Black

God, my head hurts..

Where am I?

Who am I?

What am I?

Last thing I remember was.. that I was falling. And I was inside of something.

Plane.. crash.?

What is this sensation?

So peaceful..

Wait..

Oh god where am I?

Dad?

Dad?

Father?

Oh god.

Please don't tell me father..

Died.

I remember now.

I slowly open my eyes.
In front of me lays my lifeless body in the middle of a grass field surrounded by burnt down trees and parts of what was left of a plane.

A paramedic checks for my pulse.
"Nothing", he says.

Where's mom?

I look around.

Mom?

I can't find her. Where is she?

The paramedic fades from existence right before my eyes.

Where is everyone?

I walk around and see another, slightly larger cloth covering what seems to be a corpse of a deceased.

....Dad..?

I try lifting the cloth but to no avail. My hand just fazes through.

The floor beneath me opens up and I fall into a pitch black void.

My surroundings slowly fade away and become one with the void, as if they never existed at any point of time.

"Vincent"

"Vincent, listen to me"

"Dad?"

"No,"

"Who are you then?"

"That I cannot answer."

"Why?"

"Listen, you're not where you're supposed to be"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You're supposed to be at the gates."

"Gates?"

"The gates to heaven and hell, dumbass."

"Ok. Why am I here then?"

"How am I supposed to know that? I've been stuck here since 1715."

"Wait, 1715?"

"Yeah."

"But it's 1955? You've been here for 240 years?"

"It's been 240 years?"

"Yeah..but how do you know my name and why are we here?"

"It's not important. And I have no clue."

"Is there a way to get out?"

"Of course not, I've searched every single corner, I've walked miles, hell, we're probably meant to rot here forever."

"How old are you?"

"I was 37 when I died."

"Oh..I was 13, but I would've turned 14 tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's the day, kid?"

"March 31st."

"I was also born on the 1st of April."

"Oh. Then we have the same birthday."

"Yep. Anyways, who's this William guy?"

"How the hell do you know about him?!"

"Kid. I know everything about you. I know about that one time in 2nd grade where you ran 100 meters, saw your crush, went to say hello to her and vomited all over her after ultimately running away with a nosebleed because you got punched in the face by her friend."

"Where the hell do you know this from?"

"Ehh, let's just say I'm good friends with your grandfather."

"He died like, 2 years ago?"

"I know."

"Then how do you know that?"

"Ok I lied. I just have this weird 'ability' that makes me see people's memories on command and talk to people in their dreams. That's why I got burnt at the stake for being a so-called 'witch'. Those damn idiots, now I'm stuck here."

"Huh, that's nice. Say, could you do me a favor..?"

A/N: bruh I had like no motivation for the past week-
Will probably post 2 more updates today to make up for the past week

Date: Saturday, 25. June 2022
Word Count: 549