Edit:PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IS OLD TRASH LMAO
I understand the pain of trying to find a fanfiction with Zack, specifically when the fandom is rising again after its making of the anime. So to help those people out and myself...I give you this book...
I open my eyelids, and find myself in a coffin. My eyes widen as I get up, holding my back with my elbows. I took the chance to look around my surroundings, my eyes specifically chose to look at a grandfather clock, time passes away by the second...looking at the handle going side by side was almost hypnotic.
I try to get out of the coffin thankfully manage to succeed within the task. The next thing I look at is a mirror, I see my figure in a beautiful outfit with elegant thrills.
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I don't...remember wearing this. Oh whatever, I'm not complaining, it's better than any other dress I've worn before. I step closer to the mirror to admire myself, until I realised I was procrastinating. Looking around the room I find pictures, letters and other items framed on the walls. It reminds me of the times where the II world war happened. As the only way to contact one another were by letters. Grief was all you felt thinking about it...
Enough pondering...you thought, as you went over to the door, giving the room a final glance before leaving. The door was loud and heard when shut. Finding yourself in a long corridor, on the other side was an elevator. But of course, curiosity took over your mind, as you would rather prefer to look around some more as you felt quite comfortable in this place, at least...for now.
As you walk down the corridor, you see something written on the decorated wall.
Who art thou?
Could you be an angel? Sacrifice? Or maybe somethingelse...
Know thyself, and thy path will be clear.
My...path? What's that supposed to mean? Jeez,I'm starting to get creepy vibes from this place... I step away from the writing and carry on as my skin crawls and shivers run down my spine, my mind left into a moment of ponder due to that message. I shaked my head to leave the thought out and focus on getting out of this place.
Out in the corridor, were dolls scattered across the floor...dolls...you didn't like them. Their eyes would pierce through your soul and drive you into an infinity of madness and fear. You didn't understand why but the thought of something looking human like even though is fake creeps the hell out of you.
(A/N): I actually like dolls and collect them, specifically old ones with Victorian like clothing. However, I'm just writing that because of beliefs and that people do have a fear of dolls, mannequins and other stuff. :)
Out of no where, you felt like you could have heard childish giggling, and children overall playing. It made your heart ache, literally. You were suffering with internal pain as you clenched onto your chest and kneeled to the floor, your palm placing itself on the ground for more balance and stability. You were breathless, your throat was dry and you felt like fainting.
Suddenly...It all went away... What the bloody, living hell is going on! First dolls, heart aches...COFFINS?! I need to leave this place...NOW! You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt adrenaline kick into your body as you took the strength and courage to start running and pace through many corridors eventually to come across an elevator. Without hesitation you clicked the button as it opened, stepping inside you sit down on the floor and catch a few breaths. Static sounds could be heard from the speaker as a female, robotic voice comes in.
"Attention! The girl on the bottom level has been selected as a sacrafice! Please begin preparations on each floor..."
