"When will this stupid cycle end?" I muttered.
This time, instead of waking up on the bed of my childhood home, I was at an ancient temple. Zip-Zap-Zop was there too.
Quickly, I checked to see if my hand was okay, because it probably was in the worst condition last time I checked.
"Thank the nonexistent god..."
My hand was still there, however, now it was slightly scarred.
Infront of me, a large chest laid. Rolling my eyes, I opened it.
Inside the chest were bloody severed limbs. Some were arms, some were legs, there were a few torsos, fingers, ears, and even a couple eyes.
"Are you kidding m-" After attempting to finish my sentence, I blacked out.
Zip-Zap-Zop had stabbed me with a syringe and injected me with something.
The raccoon began dragging me away...
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The Dreamweavers
HorrorI dunno, just gimme a minute, man. Also yes, yes I did use a prompt bot for this entire story. And no, I did not let the prompt completely write this, it's actually based off a story I wrote in ELA.
