I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
: ̗̀➛ This chapter contains no spoilers and is a continuation of Lies Of Fran so I recommend reading that chapter first of you haven't, with that said enjoy :)
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In the dark abyss of Carlo's unconscious mind, the ominous presence of the creature loomed overhead, its voice resonating with a chilling warning that sent shivers down Carlo's spine.
"Beware, Carlo... If you leave the house of madness, I will hunt you down, catch you, and bring you back to insanity," the creature's voice echoed ominously, its words dripping with menace and malice.
Carlo's heart clenched with fear as he listened to the creature's ominous proclamation, the weight of its threat pressing down upon him like a suffocating fog. But even as darkness threatened to consume him, a faint glimmer of hope flickered within his soul, a whisper of defiance against the encroaching shadows.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the creature faded away into the darkness, leaving behind only the echo of its chilling words.
But amidst the darkness, a new presence emerged, gentle and reassuring. You, Carlo's faithful feline companion, hovered over him, your soft fur brushing against his skin as you urged him to wake up.
"Carlo, wake up," you whispered, your voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of his unconscious mind. "The medicine will help you escape. Trust in it."
With a gentle nudge, you prompted Carlo to awaken from his slumber, your presence a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him. As he stirred from his unconscious state, you whispered your final words of love and encouragement, promising to wait for him in the forest and reminding him of the unwavering bond that existed between you.
And then, with a final fleeting touch, you faded away into the darkness, leaving Carlo to awaken to the harsh reality of the world outside. But even as he opened his eyes to the light of consciousness, the memory of your words lingered in his heart, a source of comfort and strength in the face of uncertainty.
As Carlo's senses slowly returned to him, he found himself lying on a blue bed adorned with a yellow cross hanging from the wall above. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a nearby flickering light casting eerie shadows across the walls.
A picture of a clown hung next to the bed, its painted smile seeming to mock Carlo as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. With a sense of unease gnawing at his gut, he rose from the bed and approached the window, his heart pounding in his chest with each step.
As he reached out to grasp the curtains, a sudden movement caused him to flinch back, his instincts screaming at him to flee. But as the curtains fell to the ground, revealing the darkness of the night beyond, Carlo's fear gave way to a sense of determination.
With trembling hands, he reached for the hook from the curtain rod, his fingers closing around it with a sense of purpose. Though the room held a sinister air, he refused to let fear dictate his actions, instead choosing to reclaim control over his surroundings in a small act of defiance.
