Crimson!

Part 4

Part IVThat old feeling when a C has an urge to spiral

The next day, everything seemed to become... redder. But for some strange reason, everything seemed fine at the same time. I found that my roommates were still not back, which later proved to be bad — they're running this mysterious errand that their boss demanded them to do.

Once I was there, I immediately regretted the decision of coming to school. Grit was waiting outside the school gate... and Grit seemed... hungry. There was something sinister in them semi-blind eyes of Grit's, sinister... but unique. For some reason, she kept asking random people if they saw a "little nicca" named "Harvey or Harry Has". That's when it hit me...

I hid behind a parked car nearby, and prayed that Grit didn't see me. I was roughly ten feet away; I could hear Grit's hungry voice..

"Hey, kid, kid!" Grit yelled, "Come here!"

"Uh-uhh"

"Hey, kid, did you see this little nicca, around 5'7, by the name of, uh, Harvey, or Harry, or, uh, Henry Has?"

"Harold Has?"

"Hold on a sec..." Grit suddenly became silent. I could not even hear her footsteps. Could Grit be having one of her unusual "strokes"? Or—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Grit jumped over the car right at me, and I wasn't sure who was screaming! Grit found me, anyway!

After a few seconds, the screaming stopped. Grit grabbed me by the collar.

"Has, Has, Has, I gotcha!" Grit gobbled like some vultures I saw screaming this morning. "You think you can hide from being with mee?! Oh—no, noo! You, sir, is coming with meeee!"

Grit shoved me away, then pulled me again. "I don't trust you, nicca! You gonna walk with mee!"

Then Grit grabbed my wrist, and... made me follow her! I couldn't believe it! Grit could just make me go where she wants from then on?!

This continued all the way to the school (attempting to free from the iron grip was proven futile), all the way to the nearest stairwell, all the way up the stairs...

"Uh, Grit...? Where are you going...?"

"Quiet, nicca!" spat Grit, deeply but loudly, "I saw you, Has, I saw you! Think you're gonna back? Yuhn-yuhnnn!" Grit's facial expressing twisted mockingly as she mocked...

"Uh—"

"You're coming with me!" shrilled Grit, "From this day forth, you're going to Homeroom 3444... with me!!!"

"Wh—why does this sound familiar..." I thought...

Grit dragged me up to 3rd floor... then 5th... then 10th... it was clear that this wasn't going to end well... I had never been anywhere higher than the eighth floor before.

By the time we were at the fifteenth floor (according to the number by each floor, indicating the level), I noticed that the stairs didn't look... modern... anymore. The polished mahogany staircase-and-handrail set that I remembered were now replaced with dusty prismarine "steps" (if you call them) and frail, burnt handrails that didn't seem to be of any good.

As I stared at what the stairs had become in awe, I didn't realize that Grit was still pulling me up. The colour of the stairs soon turned yellow, and by the 25th floor, suddenly there were no handrails anymore, so you can accidentally fall. At this point, I wasn't walking anymore. I was simply dangling by while Grit dashed up the stairs, pulling me by one wrist.

Suddenly at the 34th floor, Grit stopped and let go of me. I looked down the stairwell in awe... the view was certainly like no other. At this height, no sound — the usual buzz of the thousands of people who come to the college — could be heard. It seemed weird, as if I was inside a dungeon rather than in the main college building.

"Come with me, Has," motioned Grit, "You can't run away now... just follow me..." Grit here had a point... who knew what was going on in Floor 34, anyway (besides Grit)?

Regretfully, I followed Grit as she opened a dusty door that led out of the stairwell with great effort. Inside was a small hallway that was dimly lit — most of the lamps were out. As we walked, what I saw was truly revolting. There were some weird red juice here and there, and there were cobwebs everywhere. Some of the doors seemed to blend in with the wall.

After we walked for what seemed like an hour, Grit suddenly made a left to another hallway just as dark; I barely kept up. A few minutes later (it seemed), Grit swerved a right. Then left, then right, then right. It seemed that Grit knew I would follow her.

After we were inside the dark labyrinth for what seemed like three hours or even longer, we came to a dead end. Just in front, there was an archaic-looking door (if you can call it that), next to some nasty-looking smears, and more gooey substances. On the door was a musty old-looking sign:

WELCOME TO RoOM 3444

ThE nIcCa nICHE

LeD bY GUCCI DICK PORFORIA GRIT

HUJeET GRiT — 1707-1716

Sumaer grit — 1824-1837

Sinharegh grit — 1913-1933

Porforia grit — 2001-2020

Then Grit did something odd. She suddenly fell to the ground, then put her hands on her groin. Grit moved her hands back and forth across the groin, back and forth, back and forth, as if she was massaging. It seemed odd. It was as if she was trying to get an orgasm or something.

I just stood there beside Grit, because I didn't have a single idea what was lurking in this creepy hallway.

After a few seconds, some white juice started appearing on Grit's pants — just on top of the groin. I think the juice was supposed to be called "ejaculation" or something. All at once, the amount of white juice staggered in amount. Grit's "massaging" hands were now soaked in the stuff. I didn't want to have any contact with the stuff...

Just when I started to think that the amount of white juice was petrifying, Grit finally stopped "massaging" her groin, and the white juice started to... recede.

Then, the door opened. On its own. Grit stood up, and beamed at me.

"Let's meet our class," Grit said sinisterly, and she pushed me inside. Note that the way Grit said this created a vibe that I was a very cretinous person and Grit was just your local TA. Grit here was most certainly getting what she wanted...