QOTD: Favorite Video Game?
You've never felt so cold and alone. It's been several...hours?
Years?
Eons?
You couldn't tell, since you've been brutally murdered by the demon haunting Nate's body all this time.
Your surroundings were dry and moist at once. Tingling sensations of ice cold slim occasionally brush across your pale skin. Naturally, you'd brush it off of you, but there was no feeling of movement in any of your limbs.
'Is this the afterlife?' It felt too real to be death. Doubt still lingered in your mind about the surreal illusion placed around you.
How are you still living? You couldn't see the gapping hole separating your chest and your stomach, so there was no way to tell what kind of reality this was.
When your mind went quiet again, chatters of obnoxious voices came from above you.
Most likely teenagers.
As quickly as you could, you screamed for help.
"Hey! Hello? I'm stuck!"
The thumps of heavy boots stop.
One of them spoke, "Woah...Did you guys hear something too?"
They chuckle and try to contain their outburst while speaking, "Oh, yeah! The..uh...Boogeyman! His spirit dwells right beneath your feet."
Their footsteps are getting louder.
"Waiting for the right moment to creep up behind them and-" The adolescence gasps when they have been betrayed and shoved on top of the buried body.
Unfortunately, the dirt and soot beneath him collapses and he falls into the pits of bones. He and his 'friends' hear a muffled cry in agony inside the crumpled dirt.
"The heck..." A wilted hand covered in dried blood and mud reaches out to the frightened teen.
Clumps of dirtied hair emerge from the grave with a painful tug.
The corpse spoke, "Is that you, Nate?"
High-pitched screams echo beyond the graveyard, and all mortals flee in terror; the unlucky man following behind after climbing out of the pit.
The twenty-something feet tall entity leans closer to your
dirt pile of a grave in a hushed tone,
"Such a brave soul...yet lacks their sense of any danger."
"Did I matter to you? In the end?"
...
"You...are an interesting case. I've had my fair share of cops. But, now my...friends deal with those jobs-"
"Who?" You weakly gasp as your broken and rotten vocal cords break down from decay.
"One of them is a old pal of mine. He's a better persuader than any of us, handsome too. A little too edgy for my taste.
The other is a new recruit. He asked if I could show him the ropes. How could I refuse?"
...
"Was I just another toy then?"
"Perhaps."
Just a Toy
Just a Toy
Just a Toy
And so you rot.
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