The next time he woke up, John was now in the Blue Room. The environment seemed to be changed. Floors became blue and the rest of the place was darker.
"W...where am I?" He wandered.
He stood up in pain after the fall. As he moved, he walked to the western hall and approached the door. He twisted the doorknob, all to no avail.
"I just want to get out!! It was all of a vacuous mistake!"
He took the painting at the wall and used it to smash the doorknob several times, as an alternative "solution" to lockpicking. The door never opened, unfortunately, at all. This made things even stranger.
"Let me escape here!!" He shouted in irate voice.
As he was prying the door open, five headless mannequins were approaching towards him. "Shit!" He was panicking even more. As panic entrenched his mental health, he was on the verge of being killed. He brutally obliterated the doorknob to pieces with pieces of planks from the painting and started running away from the mannequins. He ran as fast as he lost sight from them. Tables were put onto the exit, preventing them from entering the Green Room. He entered the room and no one was there.
"Phew!" A sigh of relief streamed right into his body. "I'm glad that those crazed mannequins would never after me."
He saw a hammer down the floor and took it. After that, he tiptoed to the "Beware of Edges" hallway and several hands emerged to the crannies of the opposite walls.
"You slimy bastards! Get away from me!" John shoved every hand to the crannies of the walls and went to the door.
He armed his hammer and started smashing the doorknob.
"I don't need a fucking key!"
"I just want to get out of this hell!"
He hammered the door with brute force until the doorknob fragments flew. Things would be sour - inside the Cursed Gallery - for John.
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Cursed Works™: The Resurrection|Finished
FanficInspired by the video game, Ib, this short series takes on John Fields, a 24-year-old man decides to visit the Guertena Art Gallery. As he enters the infamous painting, known as Fabricated World, consequences begin to arrive as strange things happen...