𝓵𝓾𝔁𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 | a roblox doors one shots book

💔 |"Ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ ｃｙｃｌｅ. "

Listening to: The only thing they fear is you - Mick Gordon

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Pov: 2nd
Gender: neutral

Requested by: Bracket_

Word count:1883

(TW: Heavy gore, profanity)

I'm being serious, DO NOT read if you are sensitive to gore.

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The wall-lamps that were mounted onto the walls glimmered, illuminating everything around them as you continued your path down the hallway. It was just any 'ordinary' night. It was stormy, and felt somewhat relaxing. The sound of the soft rain hitting the windows and lighting striking had put you at ease. And only thing that irked you were the monsters that had continued to kill you over. And over. And over again.

You were doing alright, this time around. Better than your last, at least. But even seeing 'them' had caused your blood to boil. You cursed under your breath as you enter a pitch-black room. Flicking open your lighter, you watched it dance as it lit up your surroundings.

You trudged around the dark room. You were pretty hurt, due to your previous experience with 'it'. He'd appear almost every thirty seconds and it annoyed the living hell out of you. Your face had met into a bookcase. Your face rammed into the side of it, though you weren't exactly dead yet, all the tiny things just angered you even more. You were so close to just losing it all together.

Not only a minute later, you heard a faint whisper that catches your attention. Looking around desperately for the 'little rat', it ended up biting your arm then scattered away immediately, still carrying it's goofy ass smile. You hissed out in pain in response. One more hit and you'd be done for all-together. Yet you continued forward, opening drawers for any little thing you could find.

The last drawer so happened to contain a band-aid. Quickly applying it to your bite wound, then went onward. The fire to your lighter extinguishes itself. Sighing then tossing it to the side. It shouldn't matter, though. Since you saw the door right ahead of you anyways.

Continuing to plod your way over to the door, you feel a sharp pain in your head, groaning. As you reached your hand out to the doorknob dismissing your head ache, you once again hear a 'psst'. Suddenly turning around, screech is right in your face. He prepares to bite you again, then without thinking, you raise your now-fist then swing your arm at it. Dealing a blow square in his stupid-little face.

Landing screech onto the ground as it spat out a tooth. It lived up to its name by screeching its little lungs out. His smile deforms itself into a frown as it darts away, you then exit the room and pretend as if it never happened. Shutting the door behind you as you left.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.. " you spoke to yourself, not regretting it one bit.

You were still low on health, so you began searching the drawers once more. It was pretty convenient since you were in one of those big rooms with lots of them. The first couple of ones didn't contain anything. One of the last though ones had two band-aids. You found no use in looking any further, especially since you doubted screech would come back anytime soon.