Chapter 1

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by SpoopyJeff

by SpoopyJeff

"Open it." They demand. I found myself sitting at a round wooden table, situated to where I was facing a faceless woman standing across the table. "And why should I?!" I slammed my hands on the table, which oddly sounded like something made of glass just shattered. She's been telling me to open it for the past 15 minutes now, and I've been giving her the same reaction, table banging.
The only thing that changed every time I hit the table, or every time she demanded me to open the box, was the amount of aggression put into the actions.
"Open it!" She hissed.
"WHY SHOULD I, SLENDY-FACE?!" I abruptly stood and positioned my hands under the side of the table, throwing it upwards with all of my strength. "Oh great! There goes my banging table and my secret box!" I kick the table out of anger.
"Open it." She said calmly.
"Okay fine." I looked around for the box, but it wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Open it." They repeated with the same level of calmness. "Well, you see, I kinda can't-"
"Open it."
"I'm not dealing with you." I scoff as I turn around to walk off, but when I turned around, the lady was standing there, the table upright, and the box there. I looked behind me and saw nothing but darkness.
"Why don't, You open it?" I pulled a wooden chair back as slowly as possible to make sure there was a loud and long enough scccrEeeeEEEEEEEECHH for her to hear, before sitting down. She didn't even flinch. Wow, the one person I can't annoy and I'M acTuAllY TRYING.
"Open it."

CreeEEK

"Fudge!" My eyes snap open to find a large flaming wooden beam coming toward my face. I rolled out of the way just in time for it to syng my soul with it's little splinters of fury. "Why is there always fire...?" I groan and manage to get to my feet.

I take in my surroundings, and find myself at a bar not too different from the one we found Annie in. "Huh. Wonder who did it this time."

I can barely see out of my left eye, don't get me wrong it was that way in the first place, but it was worse now. I stumble out of the bar, still trying to find out how I got here. As I ventured a little farther into the burning town, I find the exit. I look to my right to see a person dressed in a white lab coat with smudged black letters spelling out "BAD" on the back of it, but the letter "B" was backwards. They were accompanied by a burning corpse slumped over the dirty, white metal table.

The person held a polished wine glass and a broken bottle of some beverage (despite it being empty) and proceeded to pour it into the only thing that wasn't damaged in the perimeter. They crossed their legs and stared down at the nonexistent swirling liquid inside the wine glass before taking a long sip. They let out a disappointed/satisfied sigh before finally looking up at me. "I done bad."

uH- the other one sucked but my friend wants more of this so hereweare
This will be more interesting than the other one. Probably-
I actually have things planned out and it's summer so I'll publish more.