Surviving Playtime

Surviving Playtime

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., juin 25, 2025
The Blood dripped off of the walls of my innocent coworkers. Adrenaline was kicking in and I needed to escape, but where. Everywhere I go, its blocked, and that *thing* is everywhere I go. I just needed to find an exit, somewhere or somehow, it needs to be found. My coworkers dead bodies, laid, spread across the floor of every department I ran through. I ran towards a wall and got stuck. But now he was in front of me, and now it felt the walls were closing in on me, and that I was gonna die. This was it, this was where I was gonna die, at 24, I was gonna meet my end.
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The night was cold and the wind was blowing. Their wasn't a being in sight, but that's understanding considering is around midnight. The leaves crunch under my feet and white fog surrounds my face after every exhale of air. I hear a snap from behind me and quickly turn to see what it was...nothing. Turning back, I began to quicken my pace. I'm suddenly shoved to a wall with my neck crammed to the side. "You smell delicious." A voice said. I turn my head only to see a man with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. "P-please. Let me go." I cried. He smirked, "Where's the fun in that?" With that his eyes turned red with veins under them, fangs peeked from his mouth. He latched his fangs in my neck, draining me of my blood. I can slowly feel myself become weaker, slowly start to fade away. I now lay on the ground, my own blood pooled around me, waiting for my life to end...that is until I feel warm liquid run down my throat and hear the sound of my own neck snap. __________________________________________ A/N: I literally hate this story but I don't want to delete it because it's the first one I ever wrote. Fair warning....it sucks.

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