Smii7y+ House And The Return Of The Entity

Chapter 6.1- The Descent Of Smii7y

"No. No. No. I'm not going through that door I refuse I'm staying right here where it's safe. I don't want to experience torture again."

"You will go milkbag."

"Nuh uh."

"Oh you will go. You will"

Smii7y would become surrounded with red magic, trapped, and he'd be forcefully carried to the next room, feeling torturing pain, and the doors would slam shut.

"Shit! Fine I will play along. Anything to avoid torturing pain."

As Smii7y stood in the room he'd get suspended in the air by chains around his wrists and ankles. He'd imidietly fall into mental breakdown as he panicked, constantly being reminded of the pain and suffering he endured. If it couldn't get any worse, he'd catch glimpses of knives, spikes and daggers glistening on the wall, directly infront of him.

It was like light in darkness, but this wasn't a comforting light, quite the opposite. Beads of cold sweat would drip down his forehead, the feeling itself was like the frozen fingers of death, creeping down his face. The chains would clank and clang as Smii7y tried escaping, like a hammer beating down on someone's body. The musty smell of fear lingered in the room, as the taste of the bittersweet air, swirled like a tornado.

He hung there, helpless, buried alive in fear, as the knives, spikes and daggers came hurtling towards him. Just as he was about to accept his fate, it would dawn on him that he could use the momentum of the chains to survive. After all, he was suspended in mid-air by single chains that were only nailed to the walls.

Just as the first dagger was millimetres away from Smii7y's heart, he'd swing his body, narrowly missing the dagger. Many more daggers would launch at him, accompanied by spikes and knives. They'd come pelleting at him like bullets and he'd narrowly dodge them, but it wasn't completely successful, he'd get sliced by some, but enough to make him bleed.

After a while, the chains would release, and Smii7y would drop to the floor on his hands and knees. He'd look at his wounds and he'd imidietly flash back to the worse of the torment. He'd squeal in pure fear, unable to ignore the flashbacks, like a pig being slaughtered. He'd dart to the newly opened doors, anything to escape the terror that surrounded him.

Smii7y would arrive into the next room, all the flashbacks were gone, and the room was empty. He was at peace once more. He'd sit down and relax, taking a break, little did he know, it was a foolish mistake.

First he heard a high pitched scream of pure horrors, then the nightmare would follow. He'd become surrounded by darkness, trapped in an abyss once more, and that would only make it worse. He'd start hyperventilating and sweating rapidly, pure fear and terror was taking over his body, replacing every emotion.

The darkness would evolve into something a lot worse, and soon Smii7y's mind couldn't cope, and within seconds the hallucinations would begin.

He'd cry out desperately for help, like a lost child calling for its parents. A puddle would slowly begin forming around Smii7y, a puddle of his own sweat. The room would fill up with his screams. All he could do was curl up and cower, desperately waiting for help.

The fears would close in, trapping Smii7y in a box of terrors. He'd scream and scream for help, but it was all in vain, no one could hear him. His mind would start looking for answers, a way to end all this suffering; any way. He'd look around the room for anything to end it all. From within the hallucinations he'd see a butcher knife and would crawl towards it, clawing for it.

He'd grab the knife by the handle and would point it towards himself. He wanted this suffering to end and would do it any way, even if it meant killing himself. At least the suffering would be gone.

Smii7y would be about to plunge the knife into his heart but then it would all stop, all the hallucinations faded to nothing, and the doors would open. He'd drop the knife on the floor and would cry, frozen in disbelief, wondering why he was about to kill himself, what caused him to want to go to such extremes.

He'd get up and would wonder through to the next room, hallucinations looming just bellow.

The other room seemed dark and empty but would burst to life. It all began subtle, Smii7y would hear the whirring of a chainsaw and cries of pain, voices he recognised whispering 'help us'. He'd head towards the origins of the sounds but there was nothing there just an empty room. More voices and sounds would follow, still nothing.

After several minutes, the source of the sounds would reveal itself, monsters and creatures of pure nightmares would appear before Smii7y, accompanied by a nightmarish form of The Entity, soon these things would surround him and he'd start yelling.

"NO!!! GET AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!"

Yet, there was nothing there no sounds, no voices, no nightmarish creatures. The room was empty. It was just hallucinations.

Smii7y was beginning to loose his ability to tell the difference between what is real and what isn't, soon, after several hours, Smii7y's perception of reality decayed to ruin, then to nothing.

Poor Smii7y, forever trapped in his own hallucinations, not being able to tell the difference between what is real and what isn't. You see, in his eyes, these hallucinations are real and are actually happening. Fear has taken over his body replacing every other emotion. Insanity has found him and taken over his mind.