Smii7y+ House And The Return Of The Entity

Chapter 6.0- The Descent Of Blarg

"Let's get this fucking over and done with. The quicker I'm in, the quicker I'm out, though I need to be wary; death is a possibility."

Blarg would head straight for the doors that opened infront of him and he'd go through them, but no sooner than he did the doors would slam shut. There was no turning back now.

The room seemed dark and empty, like nothing was there, but there was an odd heat, one that felt out of place in this otherwise, cold empty room.

The floor itself felt warm as if it were a dieing flame. There was an odd smell in the air too, one that smelt of burning flesh. There was the faint taste of smoke in the air, the smoke itself tasted of burnt people. There was a silent crackle bellow, one that sounded like bones breaking.

Soon the strange senses would make sense as the floor split open, like an earthquake tearing through the ground, and bellow Blarg's feet a raging inferno of lava boiled and spat.

"Shit! First off, why the fuck is there just lava here! Second off, I need to find safety. This isn't a game, this is real life. If I die, that's it, there's no respawning."

Blarg would look around frantically, trying to find what he could use to escape the lava, but there was nothing, and time was running out.

He could feel the searing heat rising, surrounding him, imprisoning him in a heat ring of death. He'd start choking on the smoke, if the lava didn't kill him, then the smoke would, suffocating him.

Blarg would cover up his mouth and nose best he could, to at least reduce the amount of smoke and carbon monoxide entering his lungs. His eyes would water as the smoke rushed into them, like electricity running through a circuit.

Through the smoke, suffocation and wheeping eyes, Blarg would see a possible way to survive the inferno bellow him. He'd waste no time, he'd head for the set of doors that slammed behind him and would leap up onto the doorframe, clinging on for dear life, whilst covering his mouth and nose.

After a while of the bubbling inferno and death fog, the room would clear and the floor would repair itself. Blarg would get down from the doorframe, aching and tired, but alive.

"Jesus fucking christ. If that was just a taster of what I'm in for, then fuck me. I'm still going to get through this, I have to. I just fucking have to."

A set of doors at the other end of the room would creak open, the next survival room was just on the horizon. Blarg would progress on, heading for the doors, prepared for the worse.

As he powered on, he'd hallucinate, seeing brief flashes of The Entity and the torture he endured. It played with his mind badly, but he had to ignore it if he were to escape alive, he couldn't let mental suffering stop him.

He'd arrive in the next room, just as before the doors would slam behind him. However, unlike before, the room would imidietly become active, and before he knew it, he was restrained to the floor by chains of hell, surrounded by minions of The Entity, all armed with butcher knives.

Blarg would try escaping, but it would only make it worse, the chains would tighten the more he tried escaping, slowly crushing him. He had to stop, or every bone in his body would be shattered, crushing him to death.

As he looked at the minions, he'd not feel something he should be feeling, something was missing, infact he'd not feel anything. Madness and psycopathic tendencies would of begun to settle within Blarg's mind.

The Entity's minions would start cutting and slicing at Blarg, he'd feel pain but no fear, and that would only make it worse.

What was happening to him, would remind him of what happened in that cell within that abyss. All emotion within him, would be replaced by nothing but anger and he'd loose all thought, forgetting about the chains of hell.

Everytime the minions attacked, Blarg would attack back viciously, using their own knives against them, slashing them one by one. He could no longer feel pain from the chains and his mind would start filling with joy, as he slashed The Entity's minions.

Servaral hours later, the chains of hell would release and Blarg would stand up amongst the corpses of the fallen minions, blood all over him and the room, a bloody knife by his side dripping into a puddle.

Blarg would feel nothing, no guilt no remorse, no emotion, he'd just move on to the newly opened doors, with the bloody knife by his side.

The doors would slam shut once Blarg entered the room, but he wouldn't feel a thing, by this point he has forgotten how to feel fear, and just how to feel in general.

He'd be faced with a new form of The Entity, a form that had no body, a form that was just a floating skull head with hands, red magic surrounding each hand and black magic surrounding the head, with fuming red eyes, more than ever before, like a never-ending inferno, impossible to extinguish.

Blarg would hold the bloody knife infront of him with a determined look on his face. He was too far gone to realise The Entity he saw was fake.

"I've made it this fucking far, and I'm not giving up now!!! You have been my worse enemy for years but now it all ends here!!!"

"YOU HONESTLY THINK I'M YOUR WORSE ENEMY!!! WELL I THINK YOU'LL FIND YOU ARE YOUR OWN WORSE ENEMY!!!"

"Like I'd believe you!!! Enough chit chat!!! It ends right here, right now!!!"

Blarg would charge at The Entity without hesitation, all emotion faded to nothing, fuled by anger and revenge. He'd use the room to get up to it and would latch onto it, slicing, stabbing and slashing at it, mercilessly. He wouldn't even notice it wasn't fighting back, as he was too far gone, too deep in anger and revenge, that he lost all ability to think properly, all ability to process what was happening around him.

After a while, The Fake Entity would plummet to floor, yet Blarg still had no idea it was fake and wasn't done. He'd stab it repeatedly showing no mercy, brutality overkilling it, hacking it to bits.

Blarg would hack and slash for hours, until The Fake Entity was mangled beyond recognition. He'd get up standing over its remains, a look of pure insanity in his eyes, feeling no remorse or guilt.

Where there once was no emotion, now there was joy, joy at the brutality he just caused. That joy would turn to laughter, then that laughter would turn to insane laughter.

Pure insanity has formed fully within Blarg's mind. He's lost all sense of who he once was, and has become a pure pshychopath. You see he was already descending into madness, he just needed that extra push to tip him over the edge.