《The Slaughter Dungeon》 Slaughter Dungeon It was one of those days, or night shifts actually. Juliana had to stay at her bay making sure fries, hamburgers and everything else were in order to deliver on the 24/7 drive-through. It wasn''t a good job, it payed poorly and more often than not quite stressing, and let''s say that working frying shit all the time did wonders to your skin and hair. No wonder why kitchen¡¯ staff always looked miserable. The frying machine wasn''t working well that day, it would off the gas randomly, and she¡¯d need to relit the entire thing again, manually, with a lighter because god forbid the manager would waste money doing proper maintenance. She knelt below the counter, slide the small opening to the left, a whaff of gas right on her face, the thing must have been off for longer than she noticed. Juliana wasn''t stupid, she waited the gas to dissipate a bit before trying to light it. With her left hand she got the lighter close to the ignition valve and¡­ BOOM. It always did that, a small, but inoffensive fireball inside the container, the first times it was nerv wrecking, now just a boring routine. ¡°Hey bitch, where''s my fucking sauce?!¡±. A rude grave voice yelled through the window, a middle aged guy, tattooed as hell and looking way scarier with his unsettling shaking. Another addicted to who-knows-what trying to alleviate his munchies. She was sure to have given him his goddman sauce, but he probably was one of those fuckers that loved being a Karen. ¡°Sorry sir, have double the sauce if you let that slid-¡± The guy had a gun pointed at her just when she turned around holding the two sauce cups. Juliana didn''t know anything about guns but that one looked big and lethal enough for her to freeze.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! The crackhead probably wasn''t even trying to rob her, just a nutthead under the effects of whatever he used. BOOM. The guy pressed the trigger and a small projectile erupted from the muzzle and struck her chest. She recoiled instantly, letting sauce fly all over her, her hand going straight to the injury only to find a red dot expanding on her uniform. But no pain. Adrenaline? Perhaps. She panicked, she didn''t even scream, only a mute groan scaping her mouth. She touched her shirt and felt the red stuff smearing on it to be quite¡­ weird. Carefully she touched the impact zone to feel the damage. There was no injury. She smelled what she thought to be her blood. It wasn''t. Paint. A fucking water ball gun prank in her late night shift. When Juliana got up, just about to yell she felt a strain on her chest, it was like a knife going through her hearth. Tachycardia, when you hearth starts beating way too fast specially when under high stress. Her hand clung to he chest, it was so hard to breath, the pain at her left side unbearable. Hearth failure, the cause of death of every elder in her family, and this time her as well. - When''s Juliana woke up she was amidst a White room, there was nothing else than herself but a ball of pure light floating just in front of her. It was all so confusing, nothing made sense, all she remembered was her Midnight shift, working on one of those all night open fast foods. Even her working clothes were there, red and yellow with a big stylized ¡°M¡± in her chest as well on her cap. ¡°Oh...¡±, was all she could say. Her mind went Overdrive thinking what was happening, many absurd ideas did cross her mind: abducted by aliens, tripping by accidentally ingesting drugs and... death. The last option was a little more believable, but dying at McDonald¡¯s drive-trough service was probably one of the most accursed ways to depart the living world. Juliana laughed, overwhelmed with the absurdity of the situation, for all the struggle she had, to die while working was... more than she could handle. She sat there, in the middle of that white nothingness for a while, her life flashing before her eyes. She wanted to cry, but the tears did not come, only the frustration of it all, life wasnt fair, she was born poor, in a even poorer country, had to work since she could talk, did so many shit jobs to have something to eat, all her savings used to by-pass the immigration using coyotes, survived a perilous journey to enter USA, where she would still get shit jobs, but payed a bit better. Juliana laughed again. ¡°I tried so hard and in the end it didnt even matter...¡±. god this fucking music is me right now, huh. A mechanical voice, genderless and dry reverberated in the white nothingness, accompanied by a large blue panel. PLEASE, SELECT THE FIRST ROOM: Graveyard - Rarity: common Forest - Rarity: common Slaughter house - Rarity: uncommon ¡°Que porra ¨¦ essa?¡± Chapter 2 ¡°Jesus, I died just like Aunt Judith. Mas que porra, vey¡­ I was 25; I wasn''t even overweight for God''s sake¡­¡± With vacant eyes, she stared at the blue panel before her. At regular intervals, the message would repeat, echoing the vastness of her white purgatory. Juliana thought about the stories people shared regarding near-death experiences¡ªthe white light at the end of a dark tunnel, and so on. Who would have imagined it would culminate in such a place? There were no other presences beside her: no judgmental old man recounting her sins from an ancient tome, no angel with a flaming sword to either welcome or condemn her, not even her grandmother to embrace her as she had promised when Juliana was a little brat. Just nothing. After numerous repetitions, the message on one of the blue panels changed.
ERROR
A potential user has demonstrated an inability or unwillingness to select alternatives. According to directive B32.1, the first room shall be assigned randomly.
And it changed again.
ERROR
Potential user is not connected to the system via an assigned Conduit. The board of directors has been notified.
And again and again.
ERROR
Dungeon n¡ã 39559916582-53957, from the instance N¡ã ?554-84 is not connected to the [******* *****]. The board of directors cannot be accessed for further instructions.
"Is this pop-up hell?", said Juliana annoyed by the influx of the visages before her. She tried looking another way, blinking, even closing her eyes, but the insistent blue pannels haunted her.
ANALYZING¡­
EMERGENCY PROTOCOL INITIATED, OPENING ALL CONTACT CHANNELS, EVERY ADMINISTRATOR LEVEL USER HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED.
After the cacophony of mechanical voices shouting in all directions, the vast white expanse faded until only profound darkness enveloped Juliana. The girl panicked, she was overwhelmed by the chaos around her. Nothing made sense. Perhaps this was purgatory, and her lack of a final destination was a consequence of her rather mediocre life, which had been solely focused on survival¡ªyet even that seemed insufficient to deserve her own personal hell. Oh, but that line of thought changed quite quickly and the darkness faded as she found herself in an entirely new place. A very, very weird place. - The strong metallic smell was unmistakable; it was blood, and quite a lot of it. Juliana got up and surveyed her surroundings. The room had no windows, and the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in rusted metal. Chains descended from above, some ending in hooks, while others lay scattered on the ground without any apparent purpose. Although the room was not dark, a dim atmosphere prevailed due to small light bulbs inside cages here and there. The place was repulsive.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. ¡°Oh no¡­¡± She missed the white void when she realized that all that nonsense revolved around her choosing the place where she would be cast out. As she contemplated her options, it became clear that she was certainly not on Heaven''s guest list. A rattling metallic noise echoed occasionally, always startling Juliana. The only thought that crossed her mind was that she had stumbled into some hellish realm. Who knew what lurked in the shadows of this place. She wandered cautiously, aware of her surroundings. Along the way, she picked up one of the smaller chains as a makeshift weapon¡ªbetter than relying on her nails. She wandered around for a few minutes; the place wasn''t that complicated, there were numerous rooms scattered throughout, some empty and others containing even more disturbing discoveries. In one larger room, there was something resembling a large chopping table with a substantial chunk of meat. The remains did not resemble any animal but rather a grotesque amalgamation of tissue, blood, and bones protruding haphazardly from its insides. If Juliana had anything in her stomach, she would have lost it at that sight. However, it wasn''t just a gore fetish room, lodged in the carcass was a meatcleaver, rusted, and smeared in blood from the handle to the blade. ¡°I don''t know who did this, but I am not going around like a defenseless little girl.¡± She pulled the handle; it wasn''t easy to retract. Not only was it lodged deep in the meat, but it was also almost comically big, that thing sure was no kitchenware, it was big enough to take down a lamb¡ªor even a person. The object was heavy; it required both of her arms to hold it. She had to lift the cleaver and rest it on her right shoulder, or else she would drag it along the floor. The rusty blade wasn''t an ideal weapon, but it was better than nothing. She didn''t discard the chains either; instead, she wrapped them around her waist. Juliana remained cautious about her situation, but having something to defend herself against potential threats helped alleviate her anxiety. She navigated the nightmarish corridors until she discovered a new door, much larger than the others, which, to her surprise, led to a familiar place she had visited just an hour earlier. She stepped through the door and found herself in an empty white space, with a ball of light hovering at the center of it. ¡°Wait, I came back here? Why?¡± Juliana approached the floating light, realizing she had nothing else in there to waste time on. ¡°So, are you God? An angel?¡± As she approached, she attempted to touch it, but when she got too close, Juliana felt a resistance against her hand, preventing any contact.
WARNING
Unauthorized entity has tried to access Dungeon Core. Access denied.
Paradoxically, it was soon followed by yet another message, which brought a new wave of potential dread to the fast-food attendant.
PLEASE, SELECT AN ASSET TO YOUR ASSIGNED DUNGEON
Monster Bee Rarity: common
Monster Rat Rarity: common
Monster Chicken Rarity: common
¡°What the hell? Again?¡±. If this time went like the room choice, she would end up with one those ¡°monster¡± things, she did not want to test what this mad place understood about what a bee, a rat, or a chicken could be. This place certainly did NOT resemble any of the slaughterhouses she had worked in. She wasted no time to answer the inquiry; however, when she attempted to push the blue panel as if it were a touchscreen, her hand went straight through it. ¡°How I do it? Uh... Monster Chicken, please?", the poor girl did not want to imagine what a bee or a rat could be in this world.