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They were finally there. The door. The last obstacle. The thing that had cost Hendrick his life time and time again. He stood there, waited for Jim to open up the way for him. Jim would die after opening the door or while getting close to it, and then he would be able to go inside of the room and finish this once and for all.
He was certain that Jim did not care about anything anymore. He would do anything to accomplish his goal, which was to save his stupid friends. Hendrick was okay with that if that meant getting him out of this place. It was finally time to get his real body, his true identity back. It was time to get out of here and show everyone what he had become.
The one. The immortal. The only true god.
Jim got close to touching the door, but then turned around instead. Lightly annoyed, Hendrick asked, "What? Any last words?"
"I think get it now."
"Hm?"
"I know what game he is playing."
Jim put his hand down on the doorknob.
But somehow he was still alive. Hendrick's eyes widened. What? How? That made no fucking sense at all. Was the game trying to trick him once again? Or had he done the right thing and his plan was working, but in an unexpected way?
Well, I don't care if he is dead or not. As long as the door is open, it won't matter, he thought.
He saw Jim turn the doorknob, then open the door.
Jim stepped inside.
Hendrick swallowed, then followed Jim. He peaked inside of the room while staying at a safe distance.
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Jim
As Jim stepped inside of the room, he did not know if he was supposed to be relieved or confused. It was Hendrick's room – like expected – but almost a little too normal. Everything was like always, everything in its usual place.
Someone was standing close to a window, rays of the sun shining inside of the room with a soft glow. It was Hendrick. As Jim took a few more steps inside of the room, Hendrick noticed him.
"Hello?" Hendrick asked while still facing the window.
"Hi."
"Oh, hey Jim. What are you doing here this early?"
Jim hesitated for a moment, but then relaxed at Hen's innocent voice. It was somehow nice to hear him speak like usual again, not like the monster. Jim felt the soft carpet underneath his feet, tapped with one foot on the ground.
"Huh? Oh, just bored, you know. What are you doing? Anything out of the usual out there?"
He is not real as well... but I want to at least talk to him for a moment. To make my assumption more clear.
"It's dead."
"What?" Jim asked.
"The butterfly. There used to be a butterfly out here every morning. But now its gone."
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Sinner's Game
Terror'Are you ready for the secrets that await between the Lines of Reality to unfold?' It first sounds like a dream come true as Hendrick and his friends get transported into the world of 'Sinner's Game'. But things soon get more serious as their journe...
