Smii7y+ House And The Return Of The Entity

Chapter 6.2- The Descent Of Puffer

"OK. I must be smart towards this. Beyond those doors is a set of survival rooms. Considering they are overseen by The Entity, there is a very high chance of death with no way of surviving, but there is going to be a 1% chance of survival. I feel it wants us to go insane and loose our minds, considering that it was very proud when Smii7y lost his mind a bit back in that basement. I can't let that happen, I won't let that happen, i'll keep my sanity and prepare to make sure I do."

Puffer would cautiously walk towards the doors, and into the room, looking around for anything that could link to his survival in this room.

Hidden deep within the shadows, near, if not impossible to see, sat a spear. Puffer would head towards the spear and would pick it up, just in time as the room would fill with water. At the top of the room would be a narrow gap between the ceiling and water level, a breathing space, but it was so narrow that he couldn't get his entire head up there, only his nose could get above the water. It was tight but just enough. If that wasn't enough the room would also become full of sharks that would be swimming around.

The sharks would soon notice Puffer and would head straight towards him. He'd take a large breath if air before diving down with the spear, ready to attack.

The water would go from blue to red, as if hell fire had been unleashed. Puffer would dodge the sharks if he failed to stab them. His strategy was working effectively, but his air was running out. He needed to surface to get air, but if he did that the sharks would injure him, making it harder to live. However, if he didn't get air he'd drown. It was either certain death or a chance of death.

He'd decide it's worth the risk. He'd wait for the sharks to be away from him a bit and he'd swim for the surface. It wouldn't take the cunning predators long to go after him, he had to move and fast if he were survive.

Puffer would make it to the narrow breathing space, but the sharks were hot on his tail, it really was like predator hunting prey. He wouldn't lower his guard however, he'd have the spear bellow him armed and ready as he breathed, like a trap waiting for its unsuspecting victim, all it needed was a shark foolish enough to set it off.

A shark would swim right into it, the temptation was too much, blood would spill into the water, like ivy suffocating a wall. The shark lay impaled, hopeless, lifeless on the spear tip.

Once Puffer got air he'd rip the spear out of the shark, freeing it from its torment. He'd continue to stab the sharks, littering the water with blood, and then it would all be over. The sharks would stop coming and the water would drain, and Puffer now stood amongst the corpses of the sharks.

"Ocean's most cunning predator? More like ocean's dumbest predator. Nothing can beat the intellect of a human."

Puffer, now wet and cold, would stride to the next room proudly, armed with the spear.

The doors would slam shut as Puffer entered the room and he'd begin thinking through possibilities. There was a bitter biting cold in this room, one that was unnatural, one that made him even colder than he was, a freezing feeling would engulf him.

"Right. Let's see here. An unnaturally cold room seems to imply that there is ice and snow hidden somewhere, but not normal ice and snow. The temperature of the room implies that the ice and snow is just like that in the Arctic, but more likely the Antarctic. There is nothing to keep me warm, so it seems like I'll have to survive Antarctic temperatures with no protection or warmth. Fail, and I freeze to death."

Within moments, just as Puffer predicted, ice and snow would appear, accompanied by temperatures exactly equal to that of Antarctica, even colder than the coldest ever recorded.

"Hah. Just as I said. You can't outsmart me you stupid fucking entity. You are so dumb compared to me. Shit! That is cold though. OK, time to work out a way to survive.

Obviously I need to keep warm and the best way to do that is by moving to get my heart rate going, but knowing The Entity, it is going to make it a lot worse, if I use too much energy to begin with, I won't have enough to keep me warm when it gets even colder. I need to both use energy to keep warm, and conserve energy for when it gets colder.

My best chance of survival will be against the wall in a corner, because walls store heat and if I face the corner, my sides and front will be kept warm."

Puffer would walk over to a corner of the room and would face it knowing it would keep him the warmest.

The biting jaws of the vicious cold would trap Puffer in its grasp, draining the very warmth from him, that his body was so desperately holding onto, and it was weaking. This was just pure torment, cold right after cold, there wasn't even a chance to warm up.

As the ferocious freeze fired on, it was becoming harder and harder for Puffer to keep warm, the corner was offering some warmth, but even that was decreasing to nothing. He had to move to keep warm, but he didn't want to move too much, as he needed the energy to keep warm when the temperature dropped even lower.

Serveral hours would pass as Puffer stood in the Antarctic room, always thinking of new ways to keep warm, then the ice, snow and Antarctic temperatures would disappear. Puffer was stood completely still in the corner, frozen in time, but alive.

As the room warmed up, so too would Puffer, until he was freed from his frozen state and his body resumed its normal functions.

"Hah! Outsmarted you yet again! I'm still alive and you are still so dumb!"

Puffer would soon realise what he said and he'd shake his head, regretting his choice.

"What the fuck is happening to me!? You know what, no. It doesn't matter, I just need to get out of here."

He'd progress on to the next room, ignoring the flashbacks as he knew they weren't real. He'd try collecting his thoughts, wondering why he said what he said, and why he did what he did.

Puffer would enter the following room and the doors would slam shut behind him, like a gunshot. He'd imidietly be confronted with walls, seeming to be forming something. As he examined the walls, he'd work out what they were.

"A maze it seems. My guess is I'll need to find my way out to progress on. Chances are there will be obstacles for me to overcome as well. I don't know what I'll encounter, but I do know this. I will easily outsmart this dumb fucking Entity."

He would progress into the maze not hesitating, knowing this was the only thing between him and freedom.

Echoes of Puffer's voice would be heard around the room, and he kept saying the same thing over and over.

"Oh Entity! Do you realise how dumb you are? To think I once feared you. You dumb fucking creature! You will never outsmart me! You are weak and helpless!"

After several hours, Puffer would emerge out of the maze at the other end of the room, unscathed and unharmed. Whatever obstacles he faced, he overcame with no issues.

There was a look of pride on his face, pride for his ability to think his way out of any problem. Oh yes; true smartness indeed, but there was one thing he overlooked within his pride, one crucial detail. His intellect will become his downfall.