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ANGST
Word count: 877
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Y/n had grown increasingly worried as days turned into weeks, and they couldn't locate SB. They knew something was terribly wrong and refused to accept Home's feeble attempts to feign ignorance.
The human glared at sentient house, as off lately nof bothering with keeping up niceties. Their patience had run out, they wanted to know where the puppet was.
You knew that thing had something to do with it.
"The others may trust you but I don't. Your colorful outside can't conceal that rotten personality of yours."
"CREAK."
Eyes in the windows narrowed, glaring at its newest threat.
The realization that their friend was likely suffering inside that sentient, demonic structure fueled their resolve. With a trembling hand, threatened to bring the flame of the lighter closer to the wooden walls, a silent warning of the destruction that fire could bring.
However, Home did not take kindly to this defiance. In an instant, the very walls of the house seemed to come alive, contorting and shifting. Y/n was forced inside, their world spinning as they tumbled through a dark void.
Weeks ago...
Defiantly, SB had threatened to expose Home's wicked secrets to neigborhood, thinking it would free them from the looming darkness.
However, it had other plans.
In a fit of rage, the sentient house locked the yellow puppet away in a confined, windowless room where the walls whispered sinister secrets and the air itself grew heavy with malevolence.
Desperate to escape, SB attempted to dig his way through the floor with his cotton-stuffed fingers scraping against the rough surface. But as he tunneled deeper into the earth, an unexpected catastrophe struck. The ground beneath him gave way, and he plunged into a murky, ashy, suffocating dimension, a nightmarish abyss that defied reason.
Trapped and alone in this desolate realm, his mind began to unravel. The isolation and hopelessness wore on him, driving him to the brink of madness.
SB's chest and face now bore grotesque, permanent scars from his self-inflicted wounds. He had hoped to see if there was any life left inside him, but all he found was the haunting void of his own emptiness. He hastily stitched himself back together, but the pain remained as a constant reminder of his torment.
His once-cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a profound, crushing sadness. He spent his days in that desolate abyss, wracked with guilt and despair, his thoughts consumed by ways to exact revenge upon Home for condemning him to this nightmarish existence.
As the days turned into an eternity of solitude, the broken soul clung to the remnants of his shattered sanity, fueled by his burning desire for retribution against the malevolent entity that had forever scarred him, both inside and out.
Currently present day...
Y/n landed on the ground, they found themselves in the same ashy, suffocating dimension where SB had been trapped for so long.
The surrounding area was just a back empty void but the longer you stared in the abyss, it was as if there where strange spiral like patterns, hypnotic to watch.
Their heart sank as they realized the direness of their situation, but their determination remained undiminished.
"SB! You're-"
The human saw the familiar short puppet silhouette, rushing over with tears in their eyes.
He turned around, his expression almost emotionless as if he didn't recognize them. His eyes had changed color, now bright yellow spirals like the patterns they saw earlier.
Now a bit more cautiously, they approached him, he whose once-vibrant fabric and clothing had faded, and whose face bore the scars of his self-inflicted wounds.
"You're hurt, what happened to you?!"
"Evil house... must get back at Home... hahaha..."
He was mumbling to himself in a trance, his mind not processing there was a actual other living being besides him here in so below.
Kneeling beside SB, Y/n gently reached out and touched the side of his face, their fingers tracing the lines of his permanent wounds.
Your poor boy!
"My dear." They whispered softly. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone."
"I'm not seeing a hallucination of you...?" He asked as if he was stepping out of a daze.
Thé puppet, who hadn't felt the warmth of physical affection in what felt like an eternity, responded by leaning into their touch. His eyes, once bright and full of life, now held a flicker of gratitude and longing. He clung to the human as if they were the lifeline he had been desperately seeking.
They continued to stroke his stitches, offering words of comfort and reassurance.
"We'll find a way out of here, we won't let Home win."
Where darkness seemed unending, a glimmer of hope ignited within SB. With Y/n's unwavering support, he began to believe that escape from this nightmarish realm was not an impossible dream, but a daunting challenge they were determined to overcome.
Together, the two vowed to escape from this nightmarish realm and bring an end to Home's reign of terror once and for all.
They pressed their lighter into his hand as they placed a loving kiss on his forehead.
