Hermitcraft Oneshots and Random Stuff ~ON HIATUS

The Elevator (Psycological Horror)

~Warnings~

Contains:

-Psychological Horror

-Suicide

-INTENSE Gore

-Self Harm

*Note: This is a Hermitcraft Oneshot featuring Stressmonster. It doesn't take place on the Hermitcraft server and you don't need to watch Hermitcraft to understand it. I said 'Hermitcraft' 3 times in that paragraph. Enjoy! ;-;*

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Stress pressed the button on the elevator with enough force to snap her finger in half. The broken bone tore through her skin, so the finger was barely hanging on. Blood started pouring out, staining the wooden floor. (I don't know if this is possible in real life but it works in my head)

The little number 7 on the button lit up cheerfully as the elevator began to move up. The dulcet sounds of tuneless elevator music droned in the background. She let out a bubbly laugh, despite the bone peeking out of the mostly severed finger, and smiled at her distorted reflection in the metallic door.

Her hazel eyes were bloodshot and her once sleek, brown hair had become dirty and matted. Her proud flower crown had withered and blackened, still perching neatly on her hair. Even so, she marveled at her grip on sanity. Ever since she had woken up here (How long ago was it?), she had managed to stay positive, by making sure to laugh often and keeping a healthy mindset.

Finally, the door slid open.

Bad Ending:

Stress stepped out into the same stone room she had spent so much time in. It was the same as it always was, featureless and gray. It was just like this on all the other floors all the time, save for the occasional puddle of water and slice of dry bread that she had been living on.

She smiled and ignored the little ray of hope inside her that died when she saw the room. She knew that it was always going to be the same and cursed the part of her that still had hope. She stumbled against the wall and fell to her knees, fatigue wearing her down. She hadn't been able to sleep for days. She giggled.

"A lesser person would have gone insane by now," she shouted at the ceiling, dehydration weakening her normally loud and happy Cockney accent. "I'm perfectly fine here. I could stay forever if I wanted to."

She brought a long, dirty fingernail to her face and without flinching, stabbed it into her eyeball, letting the blood run down her face.

She looked down at her hands as if surprised to find them all bloody. She shook them off, causing her injured finger to fly off her hand and land in the corner with a light thud.

Laughing, she leaned her head back and smashed it into the wall. Her vision had become hazy and a red liquid filled her eyes. Once was enough. She fell backward and lay in the growing pool of her own blood, waiting for death to claim her.

Good Ending:

When Stress stumbled out, she had to blink a few times to process what she was seeing.

She stood in the same featureless gray room that she had spent so much time in. It was always the same every time she checked it as well as on the other floors.

But inside the stone prison stood Xisuma and Iskall, staring at her with concern. There was a moment of silence. Iskall and Stress stared at each other; Stress with shock and Iskall with worry. Xisuma fidgeted nervously and kept glancing at his watch as if he was in a hurry.

"Stress! Your finger!" Iskall cried out when he finally noticed.

The sound of another person's voice, after so long, snapped her back into reality. He must have seen her wobbling because he rushed forward and scooped her up in his arms, bridal style.

She had a moment to register how nice physical contact felt after so long before the pain of her finger came crashing in and everything went black.

Sorry this is so short. I just didn't know what else to write. Thanks for reading and tell me if there was anything I did wrong or could do better.