The Abyss || #ONC2026

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I walk down the corridor, the smell of cleanliness and order like a foreign smell to me. It jars my mind.
It's not the only thing that's jarring.
There's my side, of course, my throbbing head ache, and we can't forget my ruined leg.

But I'm whining too much.

I wonder where he is. That little shit. Left me bleeding out in the hold.

Brain feels woozy again. I jab myself with my final pack of stims. It takes a moment for it to work, but soon my hands feel fidgety and my mind painfully sharper again.

Ugh.

Wait-- where's my weapons? Did I drop them? I look back and see nothing, then look at my trembling hands. They're sheet white.

Fuck.

I slump down onto my knees, and gravity does the rest of the job of bringing me flat onto the smooth, white floors.

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⚠ Trigger Warnings: ⚠ PLEASE READ!! ⚠
- Sexism
- Violence
- Self harm
- Gore/graphic descriptions
- Cussing/offensive content
- Mentions of drugs/drug use

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Entry for the Open Novella Contest 2026.

Prompts 80 & 97 used:
"Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds."
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"When the world slips into endless darkness, something begins to move in the shadows and you must find a way to survive in a night that never ends."