Supernatural University || [𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐌]

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR THIS STORY I MADE!

⚠️SOME OF THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVE DEPRESSION OR ANXIETY⚠️

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EVERYONE HAD their own fear right? Everyone. Living insects, creatures, humans even non-humans, traumatizing events are most likely occured as they witness that within their own two eyes, just like him. The known to be the Novelist of this world, had one of the highest ranks when it comes to status in this University, he is none other than Ike Eveland. Ike had been in this University for decades.

He known to himself that this place is his only home, yes with his friends that now he treated as family, very much of a warm feelings that he haven't. No, didn't felt for decades, Novelist are usually a types of people who writes to express what they feel, but sometimes they had to lie even when writing a story.

Lies that somehow save their life, those beautiful lies are the only thing that they kept on living on, Ike was like that, his books and other works are known in the University, those who read his works thinks that he was a very calm, collected and happy go lucky man. But in truth behind those written words are none other than a beautiful lies.

Now the Trials he was with on to the Lady he met not too long ago, they were on a separated side of this big Castle, he was the Solver while she was the Guider, they have solve only about Three Puzzles in this Castle, simply because they struggle so much on how difficult and tricky it is to figure them all out.

He was content on where he was, who he was and what life he was living not until his most biggest fear of all time comes. The Darkness. In a room that had no lights when he entered made his orbs trembled already as he felt that his body was slowly shivering, he tried to fight this, he knew this is all in his head but no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn't avoid it.

There is no light except for that one candle in the middle, other than that nothing is illuminating his surroundings to see a better vision of the room he was in. Underneath those glasses he was wearing, his whole face began to cold sweat, his fear in darkness is going back once again. How?

There's a little boy walking at the alley where many people had their wooden stands with foods and other kinds they sell, this little boy was lost and doesn't even know where to go or where to live, simply because he was abandon by his parents, the only thing he didn't like is when the sun settling down to its lair. The boy simply hide himself into the very corner of the alley with his small candle lighten up with him.

This light is not only his tool to see through darkness but also this light was his friend and one and only family he could rely on. Not until an old man gave him a book but also a shelter and food to live on, he was happy to meet him and all. Not until the day he feared to come had no choice but to came in.

With his own hands, he.. killed the only man that help him, those types of ability he summon with the book he had was all in fault and the cause of the old man's death, as a young boy back then he couldn't stop trembling with those splashes of blood into his hands seeing the silhouette of the man laying on the ground as he screams in pain on the top of his lungs.

This is all his fault. Is what he always thinks whenever he woken up in his slumber, nightmares and other horrifying images in his dreams always there to bug his sleeps, this is all your fault. No it wasn't. But it is all your fault i died. Those words repeat into his head once again as his breathing grew heavier.

i̸t̸s̸ a̸l̸l̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ f̸a̸u̸l̸t̸ i̸ d̸i̸e̸d̸

The glitchy memories of him and the old man kept repeating into his mind that made his knees weakened as he stumble into the dark room, covering both of his ears with his hands as his whole body shaken, he is losing his composure once again and this is not helping them making through to the Trial.