Ugh. Ack. That was a terrible nap.
I had the weirdest dream that, oh, it wasn’t a dream. Where am I now? Uck. What
is this stuff on me? It’s some kind of sticky and black substance that looks like
tar. The stuff isn’t hard to break through, but I feel stick touching it and
being here. The smell it emits once broken is enough to make me vomit. What is
this new hell that I find myself in? It looks like an insect nest with little
bugs crawling around everywhere. Seeing them crawl everywhere makes my skin
crawl.
My skin feels itchy as I make my
way through the nest with no clear direction. It’s like I’m climbing through an
actual nest rather than being in a building or area of some kind with how many
times I have to climb down or up to progress in a direction. My skin starts to
really itch so I scratch it only to see something crawling in it! I thought
that was just my imagination, but no, somehow these bugs got into my skin. Did
it happen while I was sleeping? Am I not allowed to rest at all while being in
this dimension-! AHH!
While descending, I saw a man
trapped in the black substance with holes in his body with insects crawling in
and out of them. I’ve accidentally let go of the thing I was climbing down and
have landed in an area with bodies like the man’s with an uncountable number of
insects crawling out of the corpses. I then see what looks to be a larger
insect crawl out of the black substance. No, that’s a man or rather a monster
with elongated legs, arms, and a mouth with his jaw protruding out. He also has
a sharp tail that looks like a spinal cord.
“You’re finally awake,” the man
says, “I am obligated to tell you to conditions to escape is to endure the insects
crawling within your skin. You will be in pain for a while, so if you want to
give up, then I can grant you a swift death. Of course, I can kill you without your
permission anyway so you better start digging down.”
Ah, hell. I dig down just as the man
lungs at me. I then dig down past the rotting corpses and through the dozens up
dozens of insects. The smell and dirtiness of it all is disgusting. This
shouldn’t be a surprise to me that this place exists in the dimension, but I can
barely stand doing this since the insects crawling in my skin start biting me
and becoming erratic.
“Yes, yes! Keep crawling like the maggots
in your skin!” the man says from behind me as he crawls after me, “I’m
obligated to tell you that I am actually a man. A man who was used and abused for
the pleasure of those who were meant to protect and raise me. When I grew up, I
became worse than they were by impregnating women and forcing them to give birth
to my children. The Satanists loved me with all the children I supplied for
their sacrifices. It was such a delight to watch my victims’ agony and to break
them until they became my slaves. I get the same delight with my new life here
with my insect children.”
Why the hell is he telling me all
of this? He said he’s obligated to so that means that it could do with the
answer to how I could go out of here. For now, I have to focus on digging my
way out. The black substance is easy to tear through, but the mess of corpses
and insects makes it difficult along with the increasingly agitated insects in
my skin. It feels like they’re scraping against my bones and innards while
biting and cutting whatever they can. The pain is excruciating and now I know
why there are so many people that just gave up instead of bearing the pain. I,
on the other hand, am not going to give up.
It may be stupid because I’ll get a
quick death and I could get an easier killer to deal with, but that’s probably
what they want me to think. I’m not going to let this pain get to me, so I keep
digging and digging until I reach the bottom-! AHHHH! Okay, I reached it, but
there’s no floor. The entire hive is suspended in the air by an invisible force.
The man has caught my foot and is preventing
me from falling into the nothing below.
“Let me go!” I say as I try to free
my foot.
“I am obligated to hold you up here
until your pain reaches its limit. It’s been a while since someone dug all
the way to the bottom, so I must applaud you if I could use both my hands. Though
I am unable to kill you of my own accord, you can always allow me to kill you
to swiftly end your pain.”
My body continues to writhe in agony
as the insects get more and more aggressive. I try to itch my skin to numb the
pain, but it just makes it worse. Insects start coming out of my ears, nose, mouth,
and every other part of my body as they fight their way.
“Now’s the time most people give
up. There’s no shame in doing so.”
No, I’m…not…going…to…give…Up! I’m
back in my room now. I honestly didn’t think I’d get through that. The eye on
the moon opens up and writes my next clue on the ceiling. “It is one of your Savior’s
greatest lessons”. Always with the vague hints. At least it’s getting narrower.
“Okay, send me back in. I’m ready.”
My room doesn’t change for a couple
minutes.
“I said I’m ready.”
Waiting a couple more minutes
yields no results, so I check my door to see if it’ll open and it does. I’m in a
dirty apartment that looks like it’s been abandoned for a while. Most of these
doors are barred except one at the end that has a hole I can look through. Peering
through it, I see…is that a revolver? Hearing a clicking sounds makes me assume
the gun is going to shoot so I go to the side before I’m shot. What a dirty
trick. The door opens to reveal an outside circus of spinning blades.
There are carnival games and rides
that look more torturous than fun. They are controlled by demented-looking
clowns that might as well be demons especially with their heads that are on
fire. Fire even comes out of their eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. Wooden stakes
with people burning on it are used to light up the dark areas of the carnival. Why
are people even participating in this hellish carnival? A fire explosion comes
out of nowhere in front of me as if on cue to answer my question. A fiery clown
that looks like a ringmaster comes out of the explosion with a grinning face and
a staff with a little grinning clown head on it.
“Welcome my lady to our little
carnival of blood and fire!”
“How do I get out of here?”
“Stay awhile and enjoy yourself if
you wish to leave. I’m sure you’re going to have the time of your life.”
The clown then disappears in a blaze of fire.
I have to participate in this carnival to escape? Okay, what's the least
painful thing to do. How…about…this one?
“Looking for a challenge that’s
simple and easy? Step up and see if you and grab the clown heads in these boxes
of spinning blades,” a clown says that stands near the “game”.
The boxes look big enough to put my
hands in even with the blades inside of them. All it looks like I have to do is keep my
arms straight and I should be able to do this without cutting my arms on the
blades.
“I’ll do it,” I say to the clown.
“Go ahead. There’s no price for the
fun we have here.”
First, I aim my arms perfectly into
the box so that I can get the clown heads. After that, I make sure to keep them
steady as my arms go further and further in.
“Ow!”
Must’ve moved my arm a little too much-!
Ow! Now my arms are touching the blades! I thought I aimed my arms right. I’m
too far in now to back out so I grab the clown heads.
“Be careful on your way out! You
don’t want to tear off all the skin from your arms!”
I do as the clown says-ow! The
blades are really slicing my arms into pieces now. Come on, just hold on a bit
longer-there we go!
“And we have a winner!
Congratulations, you’ve just won your first challenge! We hope you’ve enjoyed
your first taste of what’s to come!”
My arms look like they were cut up
by the doctor and I’m just now noticing that the scars were gone. Wait a
second. Looking back into the box, I see that the blades are closer to the center
than they were before. The clown has a bigger smile on his face so he must know
what I know. Whatever, I expected them to pull dirty tricks on me. I have to
keep going. Can’t let this bother me. Here’s another thing that doesn’t look
too bad.
“See if you can stroll through these
trash-filled waters curtesy of the countries you trust! Just don’t become an
ecoterrorist because then you’ll just be creating more garbage to clean up.”
Seems easy enough. I just have to
be careful, so I don’t cut myself on anything in the shallow pool.
“Here we have another brave soul!
Let’s cheer her on!”
I slowly lower myself into the waters
that barely goes up to my waist. Walking through it isn’t too difficult and isn’t
as disgusting as the insect nest. Just have to take it nice and slow-did
something just brush up against my leg?
“You better hurry up! This trash
was dumped in these waters because there’s something in it that can clean it
up.”
Ow! Something bit me! A lot of
things are biting me now! Quickly, I hurry up to the end of the pool to find
bite marks all over my legs with my pants torn to shreds and my shoes gone.
“We have a winner!”
I don’t even know what was biting
me, but at least I’m out of there.
“Hey, no waiting around, there’s so
much more fun to have! I think our brave lady needs help getting to her next
game!”
“What the? Let go! I can go there myself!”
Two clowns carry me into a caged
game area with other injured people and clowns in it. Is this some kind of
cooking challenge? What’s with all the spices?
“Welcome, to the cannibal tasting
contest! Our contestants will have to make their hands as tasty as possible for
our customers. The losers will get thrown in the trash as is the place for all
disgusting food, so get ready!”
What the hell?!
“And…go!”
Can’t think now. Just have to put
as many spices on my hands as possible-ah! Some of them burn because of the
wounds on my hands. Uhhh, what else do I pick? What kind of spices do cannibals
like on people? I’ll just keep throwing on what I think might be appealing and-
“And stop! Let’s see who is the tastiest!”
The clowns start tasting our hands
by putting them in their mouths and licking and nibbling on them. Okay, this
might be worse than the insect nest.
“Now that they’ve had a taste, who do
they think is the tastiest?”
All the clowns point to me.
“Of course the prettiest lady here
would win! Congratulations!”
The other people are carried out
and thrown in a nearby trash bin-!
“AAAHHHH!!!”
“It looks like our hungry customers
couldn’t go without taking something to remember our victor by!”
The-they bit off my ring fingers. This
entire thing has left me completely exhausted that I find it hard to move. I
better move faster to the next game or else you’ll put me through something
worse-ah! The ringmaster clown picked me up.
“Don’t you worry, my lady. I’ll
bring you to your last game.”
“N-no, I’ll…”
“Shhh. You’ll be fine in my hands. You
can trust us, businessmen and women, to do what needs to be done for you. We won’t
cripple you without a good reason.”
So, that’s their tragedy that made
them this way. I always thought businesses were clown shows.
“You’re a strong lady, but tired,
so I’m going to give you an easy game.”
The ringmaster takes me to a cage
with a woman tied to a stake. He sits me down by desk with a mask on a stand on
it. There are spikes and a clown face on the other side of the mask.
“She is going to be burned alive
unless you put your face into that mask and kiss the clown on the other side.
It’s your life or hers.”
Alright. This is probably a trick
and we can both make it out of this. Easy enough and at least the clown isn’t a
real person, so I put my face into the mask and kiss the clown on the other
side. It feels like a pressed a button of some kind-! The mask closed in on me
and I’m in my room again. Did I win or lose? The moon didn’t take stab me or
anything after. Huh? There’s a knock at my door. What’s this letter that slid
under it?
It says, “Sorry you didn’t win. You
feeling the button press on the clown face was supposed to queue you on its closing,
but I guess it isn’t much of a hint. We’ll be fixing it shortly. Since you did
sacrifice your life for another, the powerful entity of this dimension won’t be
taking anything from you, so you got off easy especially since you don’t carry
over any injuries from your time here. Good luck you good soul! Signed Ringmaster
Mortifier.”
What a load of crap! I did what
they told me to, but I still lost?! No! I can’t let them get to me. I’m alive, I
don’t have any injuries, and that moon didn’t do anything to me, so I can keep
going! Yeah. I can keep going.
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