A weapon of mass destruction, cursed the darkness of what seemed to be the world of mentor. A subtle but sharp screech of a minor flick, the sound of blades rubbing against each other, grinding the metals screeching in the air. Eyes of crimson glowed in the darkness, disappearing for the faintest blink of an eye. Seeming to move, closer and closer with every disappearing eye came a closer substance. A substance would drip along the ground, from the ceiling above. A substance that was warm to the very touch, not thick but not thin either. It felt kind of rubbery in a way, the substance was recognizable but not a feeling someone knew by heart. A gasp was heard, with sudden angst in the tone. The gasp was from none other than you yourself, noticing crimson red eyes mere inches away from yours. A slight whimper was sounded from your own throat, wondering why you felt so helpless...why you felt scared. You almost never felt scared, you have always had a pet to protect or even a pet that protected you. Its like your mind was being drained, you began to feel weak beginning to stare into the crimson eyes.
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Trapped
HorrorA weapon of mass destruction, cursed the darkness of what seemed to be the world of mentor. A subtle but sharp screech of a minor flick, the sound of blades rubbing against each other, grinding the metals screeching in the air.
