Slender - Creation

Epilogue

Epilogue

I woke up with a strong, unbearable headache. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel my surroundings - I was lying on a cold, hard surface, and I felt oozy liquid on my palm;

Blood.

Dazed, I tried to open my eyes, with no avail. I tried again, harder this time, trying my hardest to open my eyelids. What was happening to me?

I started to hyperventilate. Was I blinded? How did I survive such a large fall from the end of a cliff? Suddenly, a wave of realisation hit me;

I was immortal.

Or was I? Maybe my whole life was a dream, maybe I was just a blinded man trying his hardest to create a life in his jumbled up mind.

I shook my head at the impossible thought - the fall made me think of impossible situations.

I dragged myself up, and tried to feel my surroundings with my hands.

Where was I?

"You may open your eyes, servant."

A cruel voice hissed, with an emotion I could not recognise.

I tried to lift my eyelids again, and that time it worked. I was still in the forest, where I had fell.

My surroundings were blurry - as if something was covering my eyes. Maybe it was just a temporary effect, that would soon wear away.

In front of me stood a shadow, a mist made out of pure evil. I recognised it immediately;

Master.

It's red eyes inspected me, and a twisted smirk appeared on its face. Whatever it had done to me, it was pleased with its work.

"What have you done to me?" I questioned, trying to hide the hatred in my voice, but failing miserably. I realised I couldn't open my mouth - I was communicating by my thoughts. I couldn't risk the chance of making it furious again. You could not mess with the Devil.

To answer my question, the Devil opened its mouth, and let blood drool out of it.

The dark-red liquid dripped onto the grass, and formed a small, reflective puddle.

I slowly walked up to it, cautious of what I was going to see as my reflection in that disturbing pool of fresh blood.

I peered onto my reflection, and almost lost my mind at the gruesome sight.

That creature was me.

Terror overtook me as I examined my face. It was blank. A layer of ghostly white skin covered my face, blurring my eyesight. I had longer arms and legs, and my body was slender.

"After the fall, your body was torn to pieces. Your face was smashed, including your skull." The creature cackled. It was enjoying my terror, my awe.

The feelings were gone as fast as they came. I felt numb, emotionless.

I would only feel what Master told me to feel, and nothing else. I knew that, even without the Devil telling me.

"Where am I." I asked, my voice absent of any emotions. My voice tone was even, making my question sound like a statement.

"Hell."

It was lying. This could not be hell.

"It is as close to hell you will ever get. It is your dimension." It sneered, as if reading my mind.

I came up to the nearest tree, and touched the bark. The tree collapsed, and turned into maggots and spiders, crawling in all directions.

"You can design your world."