"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be?..." ~ Marianne Willliamson
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There was the soft sound of a clock, it's chime almost seem to reverberate in my head. I wanted to head back to sleep, just for five more minuets. Last night was me staying up too late again, I'm sure just a few more minuets would make somewhat of a difference. There clock chimed two more times, before falling silent again, I was about to drift off again. Until the back of my mind tickled a bit, telling me, I didn't own a grandfather clock!
I opened my eyes at this thought, blinking a few times at the strange ceiling. This wasn't my house, that much was clear, the bed smelled different also. Like moldy wall paper, I raised up slowly, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. I frowned deeply, taking my black gloved hand and touching my forehead. I sat on the edge of the bed, letting my legs and feet dangle over the side to the stone flooring.
Everything at this point was spinning, and as to how I got here wasn't there in my memory. I didn't even remember falling asleep for the night, I did remember staying up very late though. I heard the soft howl of wind outside, along with the tip tap of rain on the ceiling. So I was near the roof, at least I knew that much. But why was I here?
My mind seemed to be in no state to think on these questions. As when I tired was was only left with more searing pain that almost seemed to cloud my vision and make the dizziness even worse then it already was.
"Just take a few deep breaths Adam, it'll all be fine." I tried to tell myself this, as I looked around the darken room. Torches were lit along the wall, giving off enough light so mobs didn't spawn in the room. It was much like a simple survival house, a square room with a bed, crafting table, chests, and some furnaces. The walls were made of Dark Oak and Spruce wood, the floor was a smooth cobblestone, much like how a second or third time player of minecraft house would look like.
I looked beside my bed to see what looked to be a nightstand made with a fence and a pressure plate, one it was a book and quill. Call it from watching so many horror games, but I picked it up and opened to the first page.
'Dear Adam Skylen,
I see you've finally woke up. That's good, and your headache must be subsiding also. Even better, it shows I didn't use too much on you. You must have a lot of questions by now, i can only imagine myself in your shoes after going through all that you did. But you don't remember it all, your just not ready to remember it yet. Don't worry you will in good time, for now your friends are in other parts of this manor of mine. Might not look like much from where you are now, but I went with basics so not to over whelm you. I think I failed though.'
I had to admit this person was right, they did seem to at least try. But it didn't help the fact my nerves were kind of on edge. This person knew something, it was written as such, but what I knew I wouldn't remember without another splinting headache.
'However, you will not find them at all in this mansion. your confined to the second to top flooring of this place. In this floor you will find things you'll need to survive, and also clues as to what happened. Once you have found each item here, you each will change places. Try not to fret, you all will leave soon enough. In the mean time you will have to face something in the mirror each night you go to rest, and each night you will be given the option to either: Give In or Walk Away. I'm sure after you see the reflection you'll know what I mean.'
I frowned at this, "Why do I now have the feeling in a horror game where I know I'll mess up?" I asked myself, possible to help cope with the fact that I was stuck here alone for who knows how long.
'Each day you'll find something knew, and each time you'll gain more memory. At the end of it all, you'll have another option, that option will determine a lot of things. Not just for you, but also what you don't see but is always there. I wish you luck for what is ahead for this next week on your first of seven other floors. Your other friend have possible by now woken up in the same manner as you have by now.'
I didn't want to think of them right now, I was worried for them yes but if I didn't get out of here then I'll never know what became of them. I looked at the rest of the note.
'Feel free to use this book as your person journal, I'll help with your thoughts. Also here is a word of advice, don't dwell too long on your memories, it'll trigger headaches that will get worse each time you try. Go on what you already know. I took the time to place items in your chest to craft things, the floor has many rooms, but there are no stairs or ladders going up or down. All that you need is on the floor, and many hidden materials to make better of what you already have. I'll try and help out as much as I can through these next few days and weeks. Be careful, and remember: fear is only in the mind.
From: V'
I didn't know how long i stared at the words. Reading and re-reading them over and over, until I let out this very shaky breath. My heart beat was slow and steady, from the possible cold, raw fear that took over. It was still late, and from the sound of things, this madness didn't start until later. That still didn't stop my from getting up and checking around.
The door was the first stop, my hunch being correct that it was locked. The chest had simple tools, crafting items, and food in it. The furnaces had coal stacks in them, and there was a few window on the wall for me to look out over the thick forest around the place. At the lightening flashing ever few seconds, and the wind blowing the rain and leaves with soft whooshing sounds. The clouds hi that stars and moon, and from each flash of light I saw many mobs outside wandering aimlessly.
I took a slow breath, hitting the glass to see no cracks, so I can't break things? Adventure mode is what many called it, and that kind of did piss me off as I knew I was now trapped. I was very curious about what was beyond the door, but I wouldn't open until morning. At least, that is what I hoped at least. I hated puzzles, and I was already upset and angry enough. I didn't need 'Gamers Rage' to make it worse.
So with a sigh, I knew possible it was better for me to rest for now.
"Might help with the headaches." I told myself, then paused, "Okay don't go crazy Adam... Quite talking to yourself in third person." I frowned at this, I did it again.
Shaking my head clear, and shutting my mouth, as crawled back into the red covers of the wallpaper smelling bed. I knew better then to think of anything too important as I drifted off. Better for me now to not get a headache. I closed my eyes, and soon found myself drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
One I wished now lasted longer then it did.
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WHEW! Alrighty, longer chapters! Woohoo! Will be longer, this it just the intro
Shout out to @PurpleAnimeluver whose cover I am using for this! I just added the text on paint XD. I'll be using it for a temporary time until I can get some ideas for one, or art from fans for a cover for this.
So, I'll be taking ideas for what each person. That being. Adam/Sky, Mitch/Bajin, Jerome, Quentin/Husky, Seto, Ian/Ssundee, Ty/Deadlox, and Jason/TrueMU. (Not Pairings). Please also to send in ideas for Pairings you may want, I'll be doing a vote on the pairings for the stories on my page in Conversations.
But also I'll be having a little fun with this. Anyone can do a cover for this, but I will chose whoever gets the CLOSEST to the idea that I am going for in this. The winner will get a PM from me on a bit of the plot Idea that I have going for this, but also a free pass for me to either use one of their OC's, that being a reasonable OC no Mary or Gary sues please, in a story of mine OR a Oneshot about anything they want up to a good 1,500 words or more.
So COVER CONTEST! :D
ALSO, I will be updating whenever I can, even Wednesday I will try to update or ever Friday. Weekends will be a so so, depending on my creativity. I'm no miracle working, if I forget to updates it's because I do have a lot I am doing right now. Form graduating to going to collage, and getting my license to drive.
Each chapter I will try to have at least 1,500 words or more. That is about how far I got with the Intro alone, with Author Notes.
Thank you all so much for reading this note, and I hope to see some covers from you guys. Until next time my Readers.
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