Darkdescent Stories

This story is heavily based off Doctor Who, and has heavy inspiration from Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and Sword Art Online. The Story is not yet complete, please be patient. Main Character Daniel finds himself stuck and lost with his team in the deep caverns. Suddenly, a strange magical blue box appears, a Police Telephone Box from the 60s! But this was no ordinary box. An alien from the planet Gallifrey, the Timelord named the Doctor has come to help accidentally. But things go awry when a strange man with immense power opens a gate to another dimension...

This is literally just short stories based around the game Amnesia: The Dark Descent. If it sucks, I don't want to know, and thus don't care. Be nice. :) EDIT: I have not played Amnesia: Rebirth, so if I do things that don't follow that story, I'm sorry. Keep it to yourself, though.

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at. She is condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...