𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉丨𝔅𝔊3𝔛𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗-𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚝-𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜

Story originally posted by me 'ciggysn'milk' on Quotev. 

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. Wailing. Writhing in agony. You could feel your body shitting down the moment you had been thrown into this Realm. It felt fictional, it was fictional. Something you'd read in a book. Your skin was gaunt, light blue veins ran through your body, and you could see it in reflection of the muddy puddle next to your head.

Fight to get onto your knees, you shook, your body wracked with ache. Your vocals strained, rested, and you wailed again and again. You didn't shed tears when you cried. You couldn't, you couldn't even breathe. Your body was among the flames consuming your mind and collecting your soul for debt.

Your clothes were an unfortunately tight crop top that complimented your midriff, short socks on your feet, and high waisted baggy sweats. It was what you briefly remember wearing before dinner-time in your house. The only difference was there were bandages covering your midriff, shoulders and neck, forearms, and encasing the lower half of your shins like a burial for a mummy.

Your ache shortly ceased.

To be replaced only with painful emotions ravaging your body Your eyes couldn't focus properly. You saw black and brown tattered pants rush around your blurry vision. You couldn't focus on their yelling, you felt fear and the angst of 1,000 unmerited souls eating you alive.

That fear became the only thing you felt the moment you felt it.

A dreadful aura wrapped around your body, you were going to be murdered.

Alone. In an unfamiliar place.

That fear warped into something bigger, your body quaffed your physical strength and energy from you. Zapping the last of your control over your body. Turning it into the flames, you witnessed it dance on your body first, and tear asunder into a stream of violent heat on your attackers.

"𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖲!"

Pillaring in blue and black flames everything went.

You felt your emotions resonating in the cold flames licking around your body. You felt no harm, not even threatened by it. It was your friend and your inferno, a bond forged in sickly emotions and twisted circumstances.

You heard screams and saw bodies drop and actively char in front of you. You could only pathetically whisper "ₙₒ, ₙₒ, ₙₒ.."'s with your dry crying, drool on your chin, your real voice was too weak to speak real sentences.

You felt a big booming presence among the flames. Like the last ones, but stronger, nauseating, overwhelming you more.

White sand and a glittery red figure ran past your vision.

"𝙉𝙊, 𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊. 𝙔𝙊𝙐!!" Its hands held its head, then pointed a long white sharp finger towards you. "𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊?! 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙋𝙎𝙀, 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿. 𝙉𝙊! 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙀𝘿, 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙀. 𝖡𝖧𝖠𝖠𝖫 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖮𝖥 𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖤. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝘼 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙎!!" It spoke loud and piercing at frequencies your ears couldn't handle, and in an ever-changing lilted tone. It giggled, cackled even, between phrases.

You couldn't quite focus on what it was. You simply felt more fear, and the blue and black flames rose. You heard a pitched scream of agony and the white and red figure vanished. It left no trail.

It went silent. The flames licking your body and the ground withered into tame blue wisps of inferno. There were no movements that you could register. It was still.

You didn't move. For a time.

Your knees long-ache on the cold sludge you knelt on. Putting your hands on your knees for leverage, you lifted yourself off the ground. A wave of dizziness flowed through your body and brain, you stilled yourself as much as possible. It passed, and you blinked. You saw. You saw you were in a moldy, moss-ridden environment. Man made, bricks building the floors, to the walls, to the curved ceiling. It was a sewer. You were in a sewer.

It reeked but your body couldn't bring itself to gag. You saw black char and blue lit ash decorating on the bodies in front of you. Husks. Bodies, simply bodies, without a soul or purpose now. You sniffed and placed shaky hands on your hips.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭." you whispered in a cracked voice to yourself. Lifting your head you looked at your surroundings once more, the sewer tunnel had three different paths you could take. One thing at a time, you thought. You chose to go right.

You heard and saw rats scuttling, their brains glowing and exposed. They were whispering. That's horrible, even on a rat. You were truly experiencing a new world, a talking rat-brain experience.

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