《Unnamed weird stupid story that I will regret writing》 Halls Believe me, a 16 year old boy depleted of memory and a grand hotel hall does NOT make a good combo. ¡­. ¡°WHOA WHAT TH-¡± Thump Skyler, a teenage boy with lots of curiosity and a secret he himself doesn''t even know. And the strange surroundings accompanied by the eerie silence. ¡°What the f-¡± Skyler is interrupted by a small water drop that has landed on his hair..it was like any other water drop, but slimy and thick¡­ Drip¡­.drop¡­drip¡­drop¡­ Now that Skyler noticed, this place was indeed very, very wet, somehow. And what place was he in? A dimly (Barely,even) lit room, with those 1990s style wallpaper, except its aged about 50 years, judging on it being full of mildew in the corners, the kingdom like mold, the rotting smell of what was probably some dead animal concealed within it¡¯s walls¡­ the height of this chamber thing as about 5 times as tall as Skyler, the single lightbulbs hanging from a long thread embedded in the sulky ceilings¡­Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Verywelcoming indeed. Oh, Skyler just stepped on a mysterious bone that made an exceptional amount of noise.. The pieces of broken bone stuck to the bottom of his boots, using the sticky puddle on the limestone floor with a liquid as mysterious as the bones. Wow, its surely more welcoming now! ¡­. Skyler deep breathes, finding himself breathing in what is probably toxic mold spore air¡­or maybe it was the 1900s garage smell, which was arguably worse.. The smell made him stop taking deep breaths as he just stared to the end of this long neverending hall¡­or nt. There was heavy fog. He looked down and breathed, hoping this maybe would poison him a bit less¡­as he saw a post-it note.Just a normal, not moldy or decayed light yellow post-it note..weirdly out of place and weirdly suits a horror game plot. Maybe reading the post-it would kill him or something, but not only was it unlikely, if he can¡¯t escape, dying may be the next best option¡­Skyler thought to himself as he picksup the post-it, feeling what was probably the only thing dry here. ¡°Discover, Learn, [BLACKED OUT], forget.¡± ¡­.The post-it read out. Great, exactly what he needs to get out of this hellish place, more ominous messages on post-it notes¡­.hooray. ¡­ ¡°CYCLE¡à¡± The last part on the very end of the empty post-it says to him. Really? Some sort of¡­Harry Potter lore? Normally, he would freak out, but this time, he¡¯s just..thinking, and now that he thinks about it, he actually hasn''t really freaked out much since he entered. I mean, he isa 16 year old edgy teen and he didjustgetdropped into a random hall that practically resembles hell in Greek mythology. It;s starting to feel quite like a fever dream, honestly. ¡­ He¡¯s trapped here, or at least that he thinks. An optimal solution is going to be finding a way out of this..place. But how? It all seems hopeless, doesn''t it. ¡°Well, I don''t get to think that..this early on.¡± And he was right. This place needed to be explored, maybe there was some sort of exit in this long neverending hall..well, it better be not neverending¡­he¡¯s not sure though, the turquoise fog blocks him from seeing more than forty metres¡­ There isn''t really any choice, is there? Nyctophobia There isn''t really any choice, is there? Skyler takes one of his first steps in this eerie hell (Not counting the one when he stepped away from the water and the bones) The floor is slimy and unsettling to say the least, and the fumes of this hall is probably going to land him in a mental fit, an schizophrenic state or something, Skyler thought.to himself, forcing his foot to take another step and to ignore the¡­floor slime, water and pieces of unknown meat that was stuck to his shoe. It was green¡­that doesn''t make it any better, doesn¡¯t it? The scene was gory, at rock bottom. (except everything was brown or green) He slowly but carefully in the span of 3 minutes walked 20 metres. (the goo slowed him down, it was like..super glue, keen to keep him slow even if he was already as slow as a koala.) ¡°Agh!¡± Skyler groans as he hits something, he expected it to be like a pole..or a deadly animal..just something that would kill him probably..the roadblock bumped his head, so it muct be at least over 150cm (Skyler is canonically 174.5 cm).¡­surely not just, a rock or something..? Well, apparently everything here goes against him, even his thoughts, as he dreadfully and slowly raised the brown eyes of his,he saw¡­. Well, nothing. Literally just air, he looked around and around, again and again. Just..nothing. He checked the ground, then the ceilings.. The thing he bumped into ,It was like thin air, and it apparently was. ¡°!¡± Skyler jumps a bit as he runs into the thing again. There was actually nothing there as he tried to touch the thing with his hands, and to his surprise, there was actually something, well, not something. There was an invisible barrier preventing him from going into the fog. Like..a cold pane of glass. Very helpful. Well, he only then saw these doors that littered across the walls on either side of the hall..and they fit right in, mouldy, decaying and covered in mildew just like the walls. He took a deep breath again only to stop himself again. (The air smelt questionable) Well, he has to do something right? He can''t just¡­stay there and panic, right? He spins himself around to look at the doors. Only one of them had a handle The others either didn''t have one, it fell off or it got boarded up by some old planks. ¡­. Skyler looked at this hall again, taking his goopy steps to the only door with a door handle. And soon enough the door was face to knob with him, and.. Definitely no choices for him! He thought sarcastically to himself He gently opens the door. And the door creaked, like it¡¯s way of talking. And Skyler stares into the door¡­. The void stares back. Inside this room was complete and utter darkness, with him only being able to see a table 2 metres from the door he was standing at. (now slightly ajar) ¡­. And that¡¯s when Skyler noticed a tiny tiny word etched onto the wood by what seemed to be nails. And it read out: The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°NYCTOPHOBIA¡± That was one of few things Skyler was afraid of. The dark..he wasn¡¯t born with this fear, infact, he can remember playing hide and seek with his childhood friends in those dark and sketchy alleys,and the, at one point of his life, he was just scared of it. Like..suddenly. He¡¯s not sure why though..maybe it was just there and it wasn''t showing..maybe he forgot why he got it? Enough thoughts. Skyler redirects his attention to the door. The dark, the dark, it reaches out for him, it¡¯ll take him for dinner and save his heart for a snack. It¡¯ll slowly get hold of his arm and legs, pin them down and flay him alive. Skyler got quite horrified at this room of condensed night, causing him to subconsciously step back and shut his eyes then muffle his ears with his hands, though he¡¯s not sure why he did that at all. Once he realised he was doing something he didn''t even know why he bounced bac to his original state and slightly curled his hand into the fist, raising his head to look at this concentration of {fill in later}, and he FELT it look back at him. ¡­ He¡¯s too afraid to move, close the door, turn around, or hide. And after a few moments, he could feel his heart slowly beating faster, and felt like there were 100 invisible hands pushing and nudging him to just step in, and go. He¡¯s not sure when, but there was now an old wooden rotting and breaking teatable with a single flashlight on it next to the door, It doesnt have much battery left, judging by how the 5 dots only have one lighted up. ¡­ He lights up the flashlight..its like what he expected to be like, dim, heavy, and not concentrated. But it was better than nothing¡­ and, he can feel the hands slowly pressing more and more and more a- Before he knew, he was in the dark. It wasnt..as bad. But soon he found out he was wrong, the dark felt like devastation, gripping his throat and strangling him as it sucked all of his life out of him. The floor was strangely grassy and wet. ¡­ He took his first step¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯ll all be over soon..it¡¯ll all be over soon..it¡¯ll all be..over¡­soon.¡± Skyler mutters to himself, while commanding his eyes not to look at the ground as he shone his flashlight everywhere, it was dim, but it went quite far and he saw.. A table with a key on it about 50 meters away from where he is, aand he already knows he cant move fast, this was doomed to be complete suffering and agony for him. He made his few steps as his vision went dark, not making things out and only the almost dead flashlight can sustain it. His vision went black, like when you close your eyelids suddenly. After a few seconds of him not even comprehending, thinking his flashlight died, his vision recovered. Only now, there was something else in this room than him. There were a dozen mannequins, those artist mannequins, and their heads would follow Skyler wherever he walked and everytime he blinked, he can sense for a fact that each one of these human sized mannequins has moved their limbs a few centimetres off¡­ ¡­.. Skyler concentrates again, focusing his panicked eyes onto the table from afar. Taking his shaky steps one by one, god where did this overcoming fear of the dark even come from? ¡­ He blinks again, failing to restrain his eyes, but this time when he opened his eyes, he can¡¯t see anything again. Again and again, what kind of sick trick is this? A few moments later, he regains it. And..theres nothing new. Thats g- ¡°Have you heard of [REDACTED]...He..¡° ¡±Him? Didn¡¯t he get [REDACTED].....ill-fated,huh..¡± Whispers. Whis[erws everywhere, aand he doesnt know where the sounds are coming from..they¡¯re coming from, everywhere. Everywhere¡­.everysingle direction, talking about someone, but every time the whispers are about to get to what happened to that person¡­it trails off or gets blocked by a beep sound. Skyler absolutely hates this, the stopping, the sounds from every single direction, the creaking of the stupid wood mannequins everytime their brainless heads move slightly to look at him..he..blocks his ear, and shuts his eyes. Walking with his eyes closed, drowning out all these gossips. He doesn''t know hwy he did that, but he did. When he opened his eyes, there was a table in front of him. A glass one, reflecting his own pale expression, his eyes that have lost their light and his dim flashlight. There were only 2 things on it. Warm yellow sticky notes, and some part of a wheelchair¡­ As soon as he saw that mechanic part, he instantly recognised it and some part of him¡­clicked a bit. he ¡®s not sure what, but looking at that part makes his body shiver, hands shake and eyes go everywhere, scanning for people¡­ his head feels like it¡¯s getting stabbed multiple times per second, his mouth tasted like blood and he is very much not okay right now. ¡°Sky, please, stop.¡± -[BLACKED OUT] ¡­ That¡¯s what the note said, and that¡¯s very ominous. What the heck did he do wrong? ¡­ He better get out of this place before something comes for him, he says, grabbing the note and the key, dashing for the silhouette of the door that led him to this unholy place. And then he trips at the worst possible time¡­onto the cold hard grassy ground that was littered with midnight dew. .. ¡°!¡± Skyler¡¯s eyes go wide open and then shut closed quickly in the span of a second after he looked up to keep running. There were eyes. Eyes all around in the dark, eyes with much colour and pupils that move around and stare at them¡­eyes, eyes everywhere, seeing right through the forgetful dreamer, though his heart, brai memories and all the things he¡¯s done t- ¡°...¡¯ Skyler dashes for the door, making his way through into the light and out of that torture chamber as he finally getrs to breathe freely again, sitting down on a part of the floor not covered in goo¡­the green slime on the ground was kind of olive now.. Skyler reads the note over and over, trying to wipe the name blacked out with pen. To no use, of course. Skyler sighs defeated.. He really wants to think that all of this is just some weird lucid dream of some sort, but the cold metallic and very real texture of this old gold key he was holding says otherwise. This all felt really real¡­and punching himself probably wouldn''t be a great id- ¡°Ow..!¡± He punched himself. Thalassophobia His works are in vain though, he did not wake up on his warm yellow bed or get to cook hsi favourite noodles for breakfast himself and continue on with his life and play with his best friends¡­.his favourite people in the whole wide world, family he chose himself¡­a family that he actually feels close and loves, a family that habits broken children..a family that- Like¡­. ¡°Oh. My. [REDACTED]. God.¡± Skyler mutters to himself, thinking real hard, but as always to no use. He can¡¯t remember his friend, or friends, their names..personalities¡­ anything, it''s like they¡¯ve been ctrl+x¡¯d, and he has no idea¡­how many friends did he even have, or by now, had? It must¡¯ve just been the halls, yep, the halls, they¡¯re making him have dementia, and he¡¯s afraid that if this keeps happening, he might forget his name.. (subtle fors-) Friends have..always been a part of his life, a giant part actually, and he can''t afford to miss any one of them..and that news makes getting out of here more urgent than ever. He goes and tries to walk towards that invisible barrier again, or whatever was left of it. It¡¯s like it was made out of air! (pun intended).. And¡­..a new twenty or so door, good, what was he expecting anyways? And¡­all of them except 1 or 2 had no knobs.. Well, there''s really not an option, is there?[a] The goopy slime on the floor really didn''t help either¡­disgusting. Then he chose one of the 2 doors¡­ It was old and decaying just like the others.. That..felt..familiar for some weird reason.. Before he prepared himself for the dangers and thrills ahead, he read the tiny tiny writing on that door..he didn''t recognize the writing, it wasn''t hi[b]s..his one was much more messy and scrawny.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°THALASSOPHOBIA¡± the writing wrote Thalassophobia..? What''s that?...it¡¯s fear of something..apparently. Oh this doesn''t sound nice, not at all. But, after all, he has no free will in this torture chamber and it¡¯s the only choice available¡­he deep br-wait no, don¡¯t do that. Skyler closes his eyes and focuses for a few moments, concentrating on the surroundings and the sound of water dripping..dripping..dripping¡­ ¡°[REDACTED] it..it¡¯s all fake anyways.¡± He thinks to himself, voice echoing through his mind.. Creak [c] The door opens, and it wasn''t what he expected, and only then he remembers what thalassophobia means..fear of the sea. And when he opened the door, he saw..an almost opaque sea of scarlet, thick, and gooey liquid. It smells like metal and rust¡­ The water has no borders, rising way over the door frame and somehow not spilling out. Is this a dream? He doesn''t know by now. What was he even supposed to do? Swim? Somehow drain this? After a while of just staring at this until his eyes hurt, (Skyler didn¡¯t even register he wasn''t blinking) he subconsciously reaches out for this liquid, putting his hand through the door frame, gazing into this red wall, feeling his hand get colder as the liquid came in contact with his cold skin, it was..warm. It was warmer than him, atleast. Before he knew it..half of his body was in the red liquid and he was bathing in scarlet half-transparent goo. And when he realised and recovered from his weird hypnotised state, he panics and tries to reach for the door again, but being blocked, he feels like he cant even breathe, can''t even move, just staring into the depths of this room, or what he could see of it. He can¡¯t speak, he can¡¯t speak, he can¡¯t speak¡­or think. As he looks at the door (shut tight behind him) he swims and swims to get closer to it.. ¡°FIND. BREATHE.¡± The tiny messy handwriting on the door says[d] But no, he can''t, can''t, can''t, can''t, c- his lungs fought to breathe, but the rest of his body refused to¡­and he wasn''t dying, so far. Skyler can only find¡­find what? he wasn''t sure he needed to find. ¡°[REDACTED] this [REDACTED] PLACE!!¡± He shouts, he knows that the liquid will gush into his mouth, and it did. He has o idea why he did that either. And only then he realised the mysterious red liquid was, in fact, blood. Concentrated blood..it was salty. It really was. It was always quite obvious it was blood, but he suppressed his thoughts, hoping this wasn''t, holding onto that strand of hope wow, ¡°hopeless hopeful¡± as they always said. Skyler swims and the blood dyes his hoodie red..it was hard to swim in this set he had, but he did anyways. He came across giant floating pieces of metal, a picnic basket, a piece of¡­human rib cage. All floating in this liquid. He swam and swam.he wasn''t a particularly good swimmer, but at this moment, it was like he was born a fish. A few seconds later,he reached a table. The Same old wooden table he found the missing piece of picture he had on. It was much more decayed and very much red and bloody now, also he had just found that it was an old school desk of some variation. And on it was just 3 simple things. A piece of a old polaroid picture...a part of what seemed like a wheelchair, and, a note, again. Skyler blacks out. Athazagoraphobia He wakes up, in that forsaken stupid m[REDACTED] sewer surrounded by his most familiar doors and the now, greenish-brown goo on the floor. Not happy. .- -.-. .-. --- .--. .... --- -... .. .- He isn''t wet, no, but clearly a few moments ago he was absolutely drenched in blood, not his own, or maybe it was. But that''s not important, he should be used to whatever this hades offers. A more important fact was the picture in his hand¡­the bottom left corner of a picture, It was.. It was a face, an unfamiliar part of a face. It was distorted, with a cut off text writing ¡°My besty frend¡±...yeah, it was his distinguishable messy handwriting he had clear memory of from 1st grade..something he couldn''t remember was the face on this picture, a stranger, but why was this his best friend? This boy¡­this boy had blonde hair, and spring green eyes, from what he could see through the texta.. His face was scribbled with marine texta, seemingly trying to cross him out, wipe his life away¨Cor at least on the picture The name part got completely ripped off. Who did this anyways? Sounded like a weird fever dream, afterall, this place seems like a fever dream anyways.. He swiftly tucks the piece of picture into the pockets of his overwashed baby blue jeans, looking up and staring into the misty hallways that somehow got visibly darker without him noticing. This is urgent. There is no choice [e] Get. out. Of. here. Is all his mind could think of, he doesn''t know why, but he needs to now, this urge just keeps..bothering, and his mind is playing ¡°There is no choice¡± is all he has in his mind, the sentence taking up all his storage, bursting to become a truth, desperately trying to escape This isn''t a fever dream, this is a fever nightmare and there''s no way out of this. Is this destiny, was it always determined from the beginning? He doesn''t know. ¡°Oh god that sounded cringe¡± he whispers to himself, attempting to light the atmosphere up. he can do nothing but continue. And he walks slowly and much rather calmly, even though he almost drowned in blood a few minutes ago, to the next door. This is labelled in big bold and scratched writing. He recognizes this one, instead of the tiny [f]one on thalassophobia, it was his handwriting..he hates people talking and going so fast, the more scrawny his handwriting gets due to the pressure to take everything down, to record. And this looks like it was written in a rush. Thats¡­thats..just creepy. And on this door, it wrote: Athazagoraphobia Creak Oh god he hates this creak, it reminded him of the school doors, the creaks were loud whenever anyone opened it and goddamn it was annoying. He can actually deal with the sound, but the memories that come with it, he can''t remember but it was bad. [g] Skyler opens the door. It was a white void, a pure white void of nothing but a few limestone steps and some moss. The dirt and stones made a big comparison between the void..ouch. Better not stare at it for so long, his eyes might get sore. At the end of the small stepping stones was a garden gnome statue thing, it was in stone and had some moss devouring it as well, with a picture book next to it as well as a small patch of white multi petal and lered..rose of some kind. It was innocent, white and pure. It was angelic, young and pretty. Skyler steps onto the stone, it was sturdy, but still was kind of..floating? And that was when he noticed, this isn''t some void, this was some kind of glowing white liquid so white it''s just like an infinite void. He turns back to look at the door, there was just a door there, nothing connecting to it, just..the door. Kind of reminds him of a game? His reflection on the liquid glowing surface was a younger version of himself, around first grade.. With his cheeky naive big smile, just looking down at his older self. Well, this was more than magic and weird, but at this point, this isn''t shocking. He steps..and steps¡­on these little cute stepping stones. ¡°Well, this room is much less than a torture.¡± He thought to himself. At least compared to what he had to visit in the previous 2, it was a bit better. It was..calming..not really, but at least it wasn''t panicking He reaches the desk. It was the same desk he¡¯d found the pictures and flashlight on.[h]Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. It was no longer mouldy, but still old and used, with crayons all over, with pencil drawings of stickmans. In the reflection of the water, it was new, clean and unused- the stickman was still there though. The photo album sits on the desk, nice and silent, just like it was. Looks like he just has to take this and g- Clusters and webs of string and bone claws extend and surface from the sea of white, gripping him and forcing him into lace, strings wrapping around his joints, ouch, that hurt,..the strings were tight and knotted, he freezes for a few seconds, brain overloaded as the threads [i] Fix him right then and there, his hand only half an inch from the purple photo album. The strands slowly turned red and¡­fiber-y? It was much more soft, but it didn''t stop curling. Transformation complete, he was now a human puppet and DEVOID of any ability to move. The strings tighten and strain, forcing his hand to grab the book, grabbing some of his fingers, It was a normal photo album with some of his family, him, and..that blonde boy again, with his beautiful eyes, looking at the camera and making a silly face, laughing and smiling with Skyler by his side. They were building a huge sand castle on the beach, and judging by how the boy was tugging on Skyler¡¯s neck and both of them were laughing, they were pretty damn close. The thing is, Skyler has NO memory of this boy, he doesn''t even know what this boy is, and..his name? No, forget that, he doesn''t even recognise[j] his face. Only having a faint memory of his spring green clear and happy eyes. At least they were happy. He didn''t want to think of growing up himself, he never did. The comics were lies he once believed that told that ¡°you can grow up into a tennager that you want!¡±. That''s a lie. He¡¯s nothing that he wants. But now isn''t the time to talk about this huh? The strings of what seems like blood vessels now strangles his fingers, forcing him grab a blue[k] pen, and violently moving itself, the tip of the pen smearing all over the picture. Skyler¡¯s body fought against it, in vain. His body and mind were both battling to the death to not scribble out these..pictures. He has no idea why, but subconsciously he just knows that these pictures were very, very, very important to him.-he can''t destroy these. Even if he and that boy have probably met. Or maybe he just has no memory of him. Still, nothing worked, he was panicking as his own hands scribbled out this boy¡¯s face, leaving extra hard marks on his eyes, blacking these out frantically like it would protect him or some nonsense like that. With each stroke that landed quickly on the picture, the white sea of..whatever that was, was blooming more and more of those white roses..until it covered the whole place,extending into the distance. His pen was like a pianist, landing every note, and the flowers..were applauding. These..stupid, flowers. These stupid Susan Williams-Ellis flowers. The name just popped into his mind as the flowers applauded and cheered for his painful performance. He learnt this name with his friend..who? He¡¯s not sure.did he even have a friend? And..all he knew was that ¡­this name was important to him. The branches of the flowers crawl up his legs, the roots of these roses fix and trap his feet to place, wrapping them as the thorns pierce his skin, tinting the flowers below blood scarlet and dripping off the ground, being enveloped by the overwhelming white of this room. The pain was sudden and in waves shooting through his legs as they got pierced. But even all that was just almost as much in his head and heart is experiencing, the blue texta colouring the book blue. The blood vessels wrap his body, stains all over..it controls his hands, it chooses for him, to rip the pictures, and a sharp pain in his head occurred in his head, as if he was having a panic attack, yet even if he was being controlled, his appearance did not change at all, just his neutral face. He wants to scream and run away from this mess but both his body and the rope won''t move, it was surely just 3 minutes for the vessels to make him rip all the pictures into pieces, [l] The pain in his head and heart can only be described as a rope trying to tie around him so hard that it was cutting him in half every time he ripped one in half..and then quarters..and then eighths..until it was nothing but threads of memories he wasn''t sure was even real. That was scary, and his face wont show anything but neutral cold expression, body only twitching a bit. He doesn''t know what was happening. Why did he even care so much? He doesn''t know who this random boy is, he doesn''t even have anything to do and has zero impressions of this boy so why was he hurting anyways? This space didn''t make sense, it shouldn''t anyways, this is all..a fever dream..and when he wakes he¡¯ll be safe in his yellow bed in the attic and he¡¯ll make breakfast himself then go to school to see¡­no one. He doesn''t have any friends. Not that he could remember anyways. And then all of a sudden the blood vessels all retract down into the ground of white glowing liquid, leaving Skyler there just confused. The pain went away but the flowers didn''t. He remembers the name now..these were Susan-Williams-Ellis roses, and they were his friend¡¯s favourite flowers. Wait. he had friends? And then, the flowers waved and waved at him, the further the flowers went, the more blue their petals were, fading into arctic blue. The stems were spring green, waving in the non-existent wind. ¡°Yes.¡± He suddenly says to himself He does have a friend. He actually remembers him having a friend. He doesn''t know anything about their friendship and the other but he knows he has a friend. He¡¯s not alone, he never was. He just..somehow forgot about this person. He went from questioning if he had one, saying no to the question and remembering.¡¯ He must''ve forgotten something important, huh. The flowers smell really nice. It smells like the sun, and a faint scent of some brand of specific washing detergent along with what he could only describe as¡­ ¡®positivity¡¯. Like something that''s always the sunny side up. And then came the thick smell of a hospital. He knows that smell off by heart and where it comes from..he visits the hospital very very often, but he can''t remember anymore, like this place thing is feeding on his memories, and it it will eat him whole and devour all of his individuality and make him less than a human and little more than a shell. The hospital fumes got stronger, it was the smell of disinfectant.[m] And the stench of alcohol, which he really didn''t like subconsciously[n].. And of hypnotics..he doesn''t even know why knows what that smells lik[o]e. And this was a hypnotic. He feels all his energy slowly drain out of his body, and his legs go soft..without the string tying hanging and him like a puppet, he falls and stutters, falling into this white void of a grave. He falls and falls, head down for what felt like whatever. Even without the weird ropes, he still can''t express much, or this space is almost calming¡­except it''s not now, even if he managed to withstand whatever that was with the flowers, here he is now, falling into a sea of hands. Human hands with marks on them, with childish drawings. They were all broken in some way and squirming around,blood and bones falling out like raindrops from the sky, being held only by some worn out tissue, the smell made him want to hurl. He falls..into the sea of red, the red sticky blood clinging onto his skin, sinew clattering with the bones as they pierce into his skin, digging into his flesh. Maybe he¡¯ll be one of the hands in this sea. A young voice in his head- or rather this space- whispered to his in a strained voice, like its voice chords were being cut into half, pulled and pushed, stabbed and tortured, yet it was still calm. ¡°Goodnight¡± A single pure angelic white-blue Rosa-Susan-Williams-Ellis flower lands on his chest, which was being almost ripped in half, he bets that these hands without bodies will have a fancy feast¡­just not sure if he is enough to feed all these¡­things. His eyes plunge into darkness. Not a chapter Yeah the authors note WAS the chapter..I promise I¡¯ll get some up thing within the first week of 2025 I am so incredibly sorry guys, I graduated, flew to China, worked in my moms workplace, make a cosplay suit, had plane sickness headache kept hearing things, and seeing things, I think I accidentally drank some alcohol, and then I spent 24+ hours on ibispaint in a few days and then got horribly addicted to Synth V, and then we accidentally hit a car..I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.