The boy ran, his footsteps echoing through the dim halls. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. His shoes could have been heard slapping against the black marble of the floor. The tapestries on the wall depicting disturbing and violent things rippled as he ran by. How long had he been running? It felt as though his legs were made of lead, but he kept running, searching for the exit.
He saw a huge floor to ceiling window, but the curtains were drawn, maybe he could break it and get out. He stopped in front of it, still gasping for air. He reached for the curtain, but before he could grab it it opened revealing a girl that looked slightly like him, if he didn't count the unfocused eyes, distant smile, blood on her shirt, and the doll of his crush she was holding.
"Come on, you know you can do it, kill the boy and she will be ours forever." She whispered leaning forward.
"Sh-she told me herself she doesn't like me like that!" He stammered stepping back nervously. The girl's eyes glinted as she squeezed the doll harder,"then we will make her love us, she will be ours and only ours." The girl reached for him. "G-get away from me!" He screamed stumbling back. The girl stepped forward mouth open to speak. The boy ran down the hall as fast as he could the girl's voice echoing behind him "come back, you will never get her to be ours without me!"
He ran through the halls taking many turns, how big was this place? He looked around for any doors, but there were none as he ran through the hall. How had he gotten here in the first place? 'Just keep running, just keep running.' he thought almost as a mantra.
He turned another corner before skidding to a halt to avoid crashing into another person. The boy in front of him looked sort of like him, but the other boy's hair was matted with blood. He also had a a bloody scar running from about an inch above his right temple across his right eye, across his mouth under his nose, till it curled under his jaw directly down from the left corner of his left eye. The other boy was grinning impossibly wide with an insane glint in his eyes. "Let's go have some fun! Cause some chaos! Kill something!" The other boy yelled wile waving a gun, that had seen lots of use, and a lighter around. The first boy's eyes widened in terror as he squeaked out a small "what?" "You heard me! Chaos! Death! Fire! Come on it will be fun!" The other boy screamed again making the first boy wince. " Th-that's not fun!" The first boy squeaked making the other boy frown, then the other boy yelled." Yes it is, you know it is, the adrenaline rush, the fear on other people's faces and the knowledge that you caused it, you know you love it," he paused before correcting himself, "we love it!" The first boy's eyes widened again, almost comically. "You are crazy!" He yelled terrified, the other boy grinned again before screaming, "I think you are too!" "No I'm not!" The first boy yelled shoving past the other and running down the hall as the other boy laughed in a way that was no doubt about it insane, calling after him "you will see, just wait!"
The boy kept running turning a corner he saw a door, the first he could recall seeing in the entire building. Maybe it was the exit? He wrenched the door open, its hinges shrieking in protest. Inside the room was a girl siting at a chess board, plans, blueprints, and 2 vials of poison surrounding her. She, like the previous children, looked very similar to him, but her eyes were a very dark blue, almost black, and had a dangerous, but extremely intelligent glint. She turned to him, a serious look on her face. "Come engage yourself in a game of chess with me." She called waving him over. "Thanks for the offer but I don't play chess." He replied as politely as he could but he walked over anyway, she seemed the mast sane of all of the people he had met here. She hummed in reply. "That is to bad, I think you would have made a challenging opponent or a trustworthy ally." She moved a piece capturing one of her, admittedly invisible, opponent's pieces. Then, to his surprise, she burned the piece. His eyes widened as the pieces faded into existence. The girl's side were his friends and the people he cared about, her opponent's pieces were his bullies and other people he hated. He looked closer at the plans and blueprints, the plans were for him to rise to the top, to takeover the world, this might have seemed good if each of the plans didn't include murder, torture, war, or something else just as bad. "What are you doing?" He questioned his voice filled with fear, somewhere in the back of his mind he noted that he had been afraid often since he got here. How had he gotten here again? She looked at him like he was an idiot before saying slowly like she was talking to a young child "Playing chess." "I know that but why are the pieces my friends and enemies?" She nodded to the board before replying "It is my plan." "That-that's vague." One of the girl's opponent's pieces captured one of her's burning it. His eyes once again widened before he squeaked "what just happened?" "Sometimes sacrifices need to be made." She didn't even look up from the board before capturing her opponent's queen. She turned to him before speaking. "You would make a great ally, together we could make them pay, we could crush them." "N-no thanks." He stammered wile stepping back before taking off down the hall again. The girl just returned to her chess game.
The boy ran into a garden, he was forced to slow down to not trip. As he walked through the garden the plants seemed to get droopier, almost sadder. Eventually he got to a point where everything was dead. The boy felt slightly disappointed but he didn't know why. He noticed in the center of the dead things was a black, perfectly circular, mirror-like, pool. Next to the pool sat a boy in rumpled looking clothing. Once again he looked like the first boy, but his eyes were haunted and broken. "What is this place?" The boy asked. The sad boy looked up at him, an expression of complete despair on his face. "Welcome to the pool of pure misery. It makes everything feel terrible." "Why don't you just leave?" The sad boy then began screaming about how it was pointless, how everything was pointless, and how worthless he was. "I-I'm just gonna leave now." The boy now felt an almost soul-crushing despair. As he walked through the garden as the plants looked healthier he felt better. When he got to the exit he looked back once,still able to faintly hear the sad boy's screaming, before running down the hall.
The boy came to a spot where he had two options on where to go, the first spot like this he had found during the whole duration of the time he had been in the building one way would make him continue like he had been, the other hall was long and surprisingly clean, it also had no tapestries. It had a door at the end, this was the exit, he didn't know how or why he knew this but he did. The only drawback was that he had to go past all of the insane children he had encountered. He ran past the children into the long hallway.
The boy ran down the hall with the strange children he had met chasing him. Behind him the children began to change, they lost and grew appendages, many of the appendages were not human. They grew and lost eyes. One of them gained 5 more mouths that dripped black sludge. they became monsters that would give even the hardest to scare, not-insane, human nightmares. the hall seemed to stretch and get longer, the door seemed to get further away the further he ran. all the wile the strange children seemed to gain on him, getting closer and closer to him. after what felt like an entire hour of running down the hall he finally reached the door. The other children were about to catch him as he grabbed the handle to the door to the exit, the other children reached out to grab him...
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I'm evil, aren't I?
I want you to decide how it ends my dear skin-puppets! comment and tell me how you think it ends. Do it, I will know if you don't.
until then, Ỉ̴̧̩͚̤͇̬̤̰̹͎͒̂̌̾͌̆͐̈͆'̴̡̪̻͕̦͇̱̖̼̊̃̀͂̍͋̃͆̕̚ͅL̷̡̡̪̬̥̫̯̭̖̋̽͋̀̿̊͆̊̽̚͜L̸͉̺͎̱͓͖͔̯͉͓̄̈́̆̏̊̔͆̈́̇͂ ̴̭̙̗̙̝̯̥̤͑̃̒̑̃̔̋͒͒̕͜͜B̶̨̧̗͖̣̘͈̞͉̟̅̑͛̽͛͗͛͗̃̕E̶̟̟̪̬͎̪͇̝̾͆̔̆̔̏͊̾͘͠ͅͅ ̶͙̦͎̟̩̥̰̞͉͉͌̅͂̓̑̆̌̆̕̚W̸͎̪̲͈̠̬̬̞̞͒̄̋̾͂̌͑̓̏͝ͅA̶͎̤̘̣̮̣͉̗̜͉͐͐̑̽̀̆̂̓͝͝Ţ̸̢͖̝̮̞͈̭̂̏̾̄́̀͆̂͋̀͜ͅC̵̢͈̜̦͚͓͎͇̗̼̍͆̆͑̋̑̂͛͒͌Ĥ̸̯̬̣̤̹͎̦͚̣̝̽̿̂͌̈́͛̆͠͠Ī̶͉̭̳̲̫̬͓̬̠͇͐͗͗̓̾̐̚̚͠N̷̻̥̞̰̤͓̦̣̯͐̂͒̈́͐̉̔̍͠͝ͅG̵͓̮̝͎̹̙̲̫̮͈͑̃͂͑̿̐͐̾͘͝ ̵̡̡͔̻͖̰̟͉̜̹̿̀͌͌̓̇̏̾͐̚Ẏ̸̺̰͇̩̜̟̮̩̱̣͑́͐̍̎̿̈̕̕Ơ̸̜̱̦̺͈̹͈̻͈̩̍̓͋͆̈́̎͑͒͝U̴̠̮̗͚̪͎͙̲̠̟̔͒̏̍͗̈̏͛͝͠
