Demise Game

[BAD END] paramnesia

You went back out to the living room, ignoring the voice that kept whispering where the animal was hidden.  No doubt it was a trick, and you weren't about to risk that.  Instead, you needed to think long and hard about it.  You were positive the stuffed animals was in the living room, as it was the only place you couldn't safely look considering your trap with Shuuen.  But where in the living room was it?

        You walked back in, surveying the area and pointedly ignoring Shuuen.  What if it was in the couch cushions and the voice was helping you?  Or maybe it was Shuuen giving you the answer knowing you weren't going to listen to it...  Ugh.  Now your brain was beginning to fry.

        Only after you took a deep breath did you come up with a couple of possible solutions.

        1. It was in the couch cushions.

        2.  It was hidden in the entertainment center.

        3.  It was actually hidden on Shuuen.

        The third one was outlandish, but you noticed how he stayed stationary throughout everything, facing toward you.  If it was behind his back, it made sense.  It was also something Shuuen would do.

        "Alright," you finally breathed out, anxiety eating up your nerves.  You felt eerily calm.  "I think I've got it.  It's—"

        Shuuen cut you off.  "Ah, ah, ah.  Let's shake on it first.  I don't want you to, ah, renege if you get it wrong."

        Dread pooled in your gut, but you knew what you were getting into the moment you even debated on taking this deal.  It was too late to go back now.  You didn't have enough time, and you were willing to take the gamble.

        Smudging the line of salt that demarcated your safety, you stepped through the barrier.  Shuuen didn't lunge at you, and instead held his hand out patiently.  Hesitantly, slowly, you reached out and warily grasped his hand, shaking it once before withdrawing as if he had burned you.

        "So?  Where is it?"

        "It's..."  Your mouth felt like cotton, your tongue heavy in your mouth.  What if you were wrong?

        End him, human.  It's between the middle and left couch cushion.

        There was that voice again, urging your choice.  You wouldn't fall for it, though.

        "It's behind you."  You found your voice, but it was slightly shaky, lacking confidence as you spoke.  "It's on your person.  You're hiding it."

        Shuuen's grin widened, and you watched as he ever-so-slowly walked over to the couch.  Gingerly, he reached down, plucking the stuffed animal from between the left and middle cushions; just as the voice had directed you.

        The atmosphere grew heavier.

        You stupid, idiotic human.  Squandering your chance to kill him.

        That's all that echoed in your head from the androgynous voice before its presence seemed to disappear.

        "Wroooooong," Shuuen sang, a shit-eating grin on his face.  "But nice try, 𐌂ል𐌐ል𐌌ጎ𐌀. Now....  C'mere."

        He began to morph, flesh melting down into black sludge.  His limbs elongated, mouth splitting open into a Cheshire grin and revealing sharpened teeth.  Three sets of eyes were on his head, all leering down at you and seeming to glow in the dark of your living room.  He transformed in sickening cracks as his bones broke to make way for his new form.  Soon, he was standing in all his demonic glory, stooping to avoid hitting the ceiling thanks to his new height.