[]-Infinitely Finite Horror Worlds (Incomplete)

Bus Driver

They were already boarded on the bus. Once everyone had awoken, the new players realised the addition of the system to their consciousness.  Some players had their seat belts fastened, some had additional props like identity cards and bags, some had food, ultimately all of them were dressed in the uniform of some prestigious school. Whenever one focused on the logo it seemed to become foggy and shrouded in mist.

Aymerst had also awoken like the rest. Her true name finally returned to her in the form of a school ID card, possibly the reward for surviving the previous game. The uniform felt familiar, even the bead bracelet on her hand and the bag near her feet felt like she had owned them before. In her slumber some drool had dripped down from her mouth up to her chin. She wiped it off with her hand and then felt for the seat next to her. It was strangely empty.

Her sleepiness left her quicky after she realised where she was. Eventually her memories of the past few days returned to her. Maybe it had all been a dream, a dream so long and complex that it felt more real than whatever the reality was. For now all she knew was that she had to survive. All that really mattered was whether she was alive by the end of the day.

The interior of the bus was like the inside of a small private plane that had been gutted of all electronics, had a few additional rows of chairs added and finally been refurbished into a bus. The seats were more comfortable than she would have expected for a bus. Maybe the bus was not a bus but a coach, but she could never tell those things apart. Getting up from her seat felt difficult because it was so comfortable ... and distracting.

Until a system notification popped up. The pop-up was decorated ominously, as if reminding players of their position. She became alert immediately. Finally consciously noticing the bag by her feet, she picked it up and zipped it open.

A thorough search of it revealed that the books contained in the bag were just ordinary school books. Other than that, it contained a variety of school supplies. A pencil case, a compass box, crayons and colour pencils and some sharpeners were among the lot. There were some scissors too, but they were school standard and uncapable of inflicting much damage.

Thankfully, among the supplies was an ordinary plastic water bottle with approximately 500 ml of water and a lunch box filled with warm food. It reminded her of the pack lunches her mother used to make for her until Year Twelve.

Strangely everything from her attire to her surroundings seemed out of a semi-forgotten memory. Though, something or someone seemed to be missing. Maybe it had something to do with whatever dangerous abnormality this mini-world or 'game' had.

However, she did not let anything catch her off guard for too long. A defensive pose would be a crucial element in ensuring her survival. Thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to find out more about the situation, she left her seat and approached the front of the bus.

Behind a see through protective screen, there was a person in the driver's seat. 

She knocked on the protective screen. With a swift motion, the driver craned their neck towards Amy. The movement was so swift that it caused a sudden loud sound that seemed reminiscent of a harsh blade of wind, paired with the cracking of branches. One look at the driver's face was, in the simplest terms, impactful. 

The first glimpse she had of the face made her feel a sort of primal fear that she had never felt before. And the second glimpse made her feel a sort of familiarity with the face, as though she had known it before all the horrors that had occurred to it. The dry, chapped, and decaying lips of the driver were pulled into a smile. Blood oozed out of newly made cracks in their skin, tinting the lips like maroon lipstick. It hair was short and messy, the ends were sinched as though it's hair had been burned and in some places there were bare spots where the skin was tinted a brownish-red like some cooked chicken skin.

Amy blinked, and suddenly the driver seemed normal. Their hair was a a pale brown and, eyes blue and angelic, far unlike the previous hellish voids. Their skin was healthy and fair, strangely unblemished. 'What?', the driver asked her, their voice laced with poison. 'How long until we reach school?', Amy responded with a question.

With a look of annoyance the driver directly stated that the bus would be delayed due to having to pick up some students from the nearby town. Amy was then ushered back to her seat by the teacher who was seating near the front.

Seeing that there was nothing she could do, Amy collected all of her items together as she sat down. As she felt unwilling to wait in the silence, she tried to sleep.