Dreamer's Disease

Ringing bells

                       As soon as we walked through the door it slammed shut behind us, causing the both of us to jolt. I quickly turned back to look at the door, bewildered. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. Emalia quickly ran back up to the door and frantically pulled on the door knob, which refused to budge. "H-hey! What the-?!?" Emalia cried out as she continued to struggle with the door. "Ugh. Now what are we supposed to do!?!" She cried in frustration as she slumped down, wrapping her arms around her legs. "We're gonna die..." she groaned. I walked up to the door and tried to open it myself, but to no avail. "It's no use Striker, we're stuck in here now." Emalia said from behind me. I turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with panic and her face was pale, she looked like she was about to throw up. I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head. 'You're being over-dramatic.' I wanted to tell her, but nothing came out, just a quiet gag. I tried again, but to no avail. Why can't I...? Why can't I use my voice? It couldn't have dried out now, could it? 

Ignoring my lack of voice, I walked over to Emalia and grabbed both of her arms pushing them off of her legs. She pulled her hands out of my grip with a confused look on her face. Not thinking, I grabbed her arms again and attempted to pull her up.  Surprisingly she didn't pull her hands back the second time which made it pretty easy for me to pull her up onto her feet. "Alright, alright, I may be overreacting a bit." she admitted once I pulled her up. Before I could even think of something to respond with, a noise suddenly echoed through the caverns. The sound of ringing bells sounded eerily in the distance, like old church bells. We both turned to look at where the sound was coming from.
"Sounds like it's coming from down the hallway." Emalia observed as she started walking forward. I quickly followed her as she walked. 

          I looked at the walls as we walked, not fully understanding what I was looking at. There was writing scribbled all over the wall, some of the words were overlapping with one another making it harder to read.
It kind of reminded me another room I once went in. I didn't really like it in there. I kept hearing strange noises, and there was a tape which I ended up playing out of curiosity. Once the tape played I regretted everything. Whoever was recording that tape couldn't have been human; it sounded more like a dying demon, like a someone transforming into a beast, or someone being possessed. I remember having a mental break down in that room. I had a major headache and had fallen back against the wall, and despite everything being yellow I could've sworn I was seeing red. I had been holding onto my head, it felt like it was just going to pop off. I don't remember much after that, all I really remember was that I ended up sitting there for what felt like 3 hours. I could've sworn I cried too, I just don't remember. After that, I never went in that room again.
There were also drawings which seemed to be drawn in a lighter shade of ink, pictures of people and cartoon characters I didn't recognize and-Suddenly I went head first into Emalia. I quickly regained my balance and looked up at her to see what was up. She seemed to be looking ahead, her eyes fixated on something. I slowly moved my gaze over to what she was presumably looking at to see that just up ahead was an air duct, just big enough for both of us to climb through. Huh. Must be the entrance that Sammy was talking about. The air duct was a pale yellow (like just about everything else in the studio), with a shade of what appeared to be grey. The entrance was a bit small, but seemed just about big enough for us to climb through. Not comfortably, however, it seemed a little cramped in there. 

Not having any further thoughts about it, I ran ahead to the vent, hearing Emalia's footsteps close behind. She seemed to be shouting something but I wasn't listening. And it was way past words for me to comprehend. My brain was weird like that. If I didn't pay direct attention to something, I could probably still here it, but most of the time it wouldn't sound right. Almost like listening to the radio from a whole other room. The signals were getting mixed up, which made it impossible to know what was being said. I wanted to understand what she was saying but I didn't stop running, not until I reached the vent. Once I had reached it, I quickly turned around to look at her. She didn't look so good, in fact she looked even worse than she did before. She was as white as a sheet of paper and looked like she was about to hurl. I remember early I had told her she was overreacting. She had looked a little sick, but I didn't think it was going to get worse. Now that I was looking at her, I kind of felt bad about earlier. Maybe if I had payed closer attention and made sure she was okay, she wouldn't look like she was dying now. She slowly walked up to me, looking sick as ever. Uh-oh, that can't be good. I watched in alarm as she hovered over me, suddenly doubling over. And that's when she puked on me.