Faces and masks: City of Fear

Chapter 12 - ("Bad ending and good ending") - Finale

- «Sixth day». - she thought as she got out of bed, yawning. Glancing at the calendar hanging on the wall, she was surprised to see that for some reason it bore the red number 666. With a shrug, she started to make the bed, then walked over to a chair, taking off her nightgown t-shirt and putting on her casual clothes.

Now she understood Larry's state of mind. Apathy, laziness, indifference to everything that surrounds her, including all these oddities. And even ringing in the head and ears.

Reddish light streamed from the Windows. It was supposed to be morning, but it felt like evening, or even sunset. Reddish sky and clouds, light twilight. Silence throughout the house. And at the same time emptiness inside. She walked silently down the hall toward the front door, her hands in the pockets of her black sweatshirt. Her hood is thrown over her head, from under which the scarlet strands come out.

Outside, the first thing she saw were pools of blood on the ground and dead bodies strewn everywhere. Some she recognized, some she didn't. The girl walked cautiously around them, looking at the mutilated corpses calmly and indifferently. The gray eyes were lighter, pupil-less, dead. Even the bones and skeletons scattered about didn't frighten her.

As she walked toward the cemetery, she noticed a familiar male figure. The Undertaker Of May. He was grinning at her. But his long, thick mane was not black as usual, but completely gray, even his moustache.

— You think you made the right choice?" he chuckled, to which she shrugged as she left the cemetery.

As she passed through the hedge, she saw the corpses of some damned familiar faces. Her parents, brother, sisters, neighbors, classmates, and even Sally.

"He's immortal. He should be back tomorrow. No one will even remember it. she thought, looking at him sadly. Crouching, she ran her hand over his open face, brushing the blue strands away, then closed her eyes.

"Where's Larry?»

***

At last her feet led her to the river, beyond which was the theatre. It was on this bridge that Larry asked her and Sally if they thought he was a monster, to which the answer was no.

Sam brown stood on the Bank of the river, with his back to her, looking in the direction erupted on the horizon of the sunset. His chocolate hair was blowing in the breeze, as was his t-shirt. There was blood all the way up to his elbows.

"Larry?" she called softly, coming slowly up behind him. He turned slowly to her. To her surprise, his eyes were a bright blue, but still empty, and his emotionless face was stained with blood, not his. The wind blew their long hair and clothes.

Now I remember... I'm the Ben who died drowned. I'm stuck in the damned video of my creepypasta data... and then the Creator of the game picked up my data. And now I am in this world in the image of a game character. My data already has over a hundred copies all over the real world. And you're a gambler... you just treated me like a piece of useless data from a big system... you lied to me, Emily. tears glistened in his eyes. — You ... you lied to me when you said we'd be friends forever... But you can never be friends to someone like me. Why did you just use me as trash? I thought you were my best friend! And Sally loved you when you didn't love him back for some stupid reason! Even so, I thought I like you, but... It hurts too much... — he put his hand to his chest, clenching the fabric in this place. If I could, I'd kill you, but ... not here. In your "real" world. I killed your family in this world, but you're not even crying. Yes, I killed everyone in this game. But even so, you can start over and everything will go back to normal as if nothing happened... you're lucky, Emily. I want you to feel my pain. So I'm not just gonna kill you. I'll give you something worse.