There were many rumours about that place. Even more about the man who runs it. See, whenever you would go there, he would always be at the till, no matter the hours or circumstances - he was even there during the earthquake last month. Or at least, that's what they say anyway. Nobody really ventures that far out and many of the 'brave explorers' don't reach the place, giving up and just claiming it doesnt exist, that its just another urban legend and you shouldn't waste your time on it. Others claim that they've really been there and spout all about how he obviously owns a human-trafficking ring, or has a money laundering scheme, or hoards all of the rare and limited edition beyblades or some other illegal practices like that. I, of course, upon hearing the word 'beyblades' decided to make the very wise decision of going there all alone, with nothing but a waterbottle and some spare change: no phone, no weapon, no food, no bandages, no items, no potions, no- you get the point. I guess you all want me to tell you what happened? Well, here goes nothing...
It was rather suprising what I found actually, it was nothing like the rumours. Ok, ok, i may have gotten lost and went to the wrong place...but hear me out! There was something wrong with the place I went to, I swear! On the outside it looked like some old wooden shrine, long abandoned and left to decay. When i had gotten within a few feet of it, the temperature dropped a few degrees, and I could feel the hair on my neck stand on wnd. "Nothing to be worried about! Just...Just a strong gust of wind! Hehe...heh" I kept trying to convince myself that everything would be fine and that when I walked in, it would probably be an abandoned store till, or some poor old man who keeps getting harassed by visitors. If it's the last one it might be best not to check it out...
As I brushed my hands against the freezing-cold dead-bolt lock (wait,, why is it on the outside?) and cracked open the door. My eyes were suddenly blinded by a dazzling multi-coloured light. I stumbled back, rubbing my sore eyes and trying to see out of them again. I heard a music box tick from inside the shrine, and as the black spots in my vision faded away, I whipped my head up to see what had blinded me. I started trembling. My breathing hitched. "What...what is this!?!?"
Inside was a large pentagram, and- "Oh god, is that blood!?!" there were candles in each corner and in the middle lay a purple wig and a can of soda. As I looked across the walls I saw rainbow after rainbow, all different wallpapers and stickers mashed together in what i could only describe as...gay. I heard the music box fade out and looked towards the source; it was a speaker - no, two speakers - both flashing in time to the new music that had started playing. _Oh god no, not this please, anything but this-_ "SEKAAAAAAAA IDE" A soft whimper escaped my lips, my knees collapsed beneath me unable to take the weight of what I had just heard, and tears started to gather in my eyes. Now this...this was true hell. Who was in the centre of this gay LED light atrocity you might ask?
Tsuki. The one and only tsuki, sat there in a glamorous cape, green heart glasses, fedora and bear hoodie. This is when the true fear set in, when every inch of my body screamed at me to run, to fight, to do *anything*- but i couldnt. Something was stopping me. Looking back I now understand what it was, it was the laziness of the author, who cant be bothered to write any more of this garbage. But wait! I could feel my freedom being given back and my fingers twitching. Could it be!?!? Olivia has come back!?!? Impossible, why would a lazy phatass like her continue this...
BECAUSE I NEED TO MAKE EVERYONE SUFFER =))))))
WELP, ONTO THE NEW PART:
I scrambled to my knees. "This c-cannot be happening. I must h-have taken wayyy too many LSDs last night and these are the side effects. Y-Yeah! Im just hig-"
"*hetero*"
This is a definitely a bad trip if i am-
"*Why have you come here you low-life?*"
My knees started to feel like spaghetti again and my breaths came out shallow. I need to flee! I just need to distract it and-
I heard a groan come from inside. They sounded like they were suffering (me too buddy, me too). "O-oh God,, y-you keep prisoners!?!"
"*They are not a prisoner, they are simply a friend*"
I heard a low moan come from inside, "helpppppp,,, shes putting rice down my tiddiessss"
...so about that plan to escape. If I can just-
"*Answer my question cishet, what are you doing here? Come to mock me? Ha! Mom already does that*"
THIS THING HAS A MOM!?!? SHE MUST BE SO COOL AND HAVE LOTS OF SWAG,, I TOTALLY WANNA BE HER FRIEND AND- (wait which one of us is talking at this point...baCK TO THE STORY)
"Welp! U-uh, I gotta go now,, i have a um...FLIPPER MUSEUM TO GO TO NOW!! Y-yeah..." (lol i do cya)
