That day, he found himself locked in a chamber.
He noticed that he was the only soul there. His life drains to insanity.
Is this his fate? He had a dream to be a doctor... will it ever come true?
"Why don't I just die? I can't take it anymore," he said as he looked at his rusty hand. A drop of tear fell on the bed. The bed got wet as he began to shed more tears.
"Mom, Dad... take me from this place. Somebody... please, somebody!" He screamed his soul out.
"Will that thing come again? This time, I will kill it." The boy's eyes turned red as more emotions and thoughts began to overflow his mind.
Time passes by.
How long has he been here? One week? One month? Or a year?
"45662... 45663... 45664."
A fly passes over his head. He quickly clapped his hands, letting the place go silent.
"I GOT IT. Wonder how it would taste like?"
He slowly opened his mouth and stuck it on the tip of his tongue and chewed on it.
"Oh, I lost count..."
The sound of water dripping from the sink annoys him — as if being alone wasn't enough. Well, technically, he's not alone. Some monster comes and visits him after... after how long? Nobody can tell.
As some time passes, the boy hears someone's footsteps.
"I think it's that thing again," the boy stands up. As the sound grew stronger, he unplugged the dimming light over his head and shattered it. He took the biggest piece of broken glass and hid it behind his back.
"Hey kid, how are you?" A square-headed creature with one eye said to the boy.
The creature has a golden transparent muffler around its neck and has no legs. Its neck is narrow, and two horns are coming out of its head.
"Look, I am here to help you. If you don't believe me, I can clearly see the reasons," the creature said in a calming tone, yet it sounded awful.
As the words pierced through the boy's ear, he started speaking.
"Here to help me, huh? Is that so? Why every time you come, you leave a mice for me to feast on? Can't you get me any food other than a fucking mice?"
"Look, I give you what I've found. I have come from a place where people eat much worse than this."
The monster slipped his hand through the bars and tried to give him a dead mice.
"People? You said people? Do a monster like you even know what people means!?"
The boy shouted as he grabbed the creature's neck and stabbed its head with the glass shard, letting all his frustration come out. He tore the creature's throat as blood began to shower on him. The floating body of the creature fell on the ground.
The boy dragged it inside, but only half of its lower body could come. He searched for keys, but nothing was there. His plan to kill it was to find a way to escape, but now there is no hope.
"Nothing's gonna work… nothing's gonna work… nothing's gonna work…"
He's spinning his head and slamming it on the bars of the chamber.
"Haha... haahah... hahaha... Right. I have lost my mind. I have lost it completely."
He suddenly stops laughing like a psychopath and shouts as he starts punching the mirror hanging above the basin. He punches and punches until the mirror shatters into pieces. His hand is bleeding.
As the blood drips on the floor, he sees a blade in a small space behind where the mirror was placed. There was still some hope left.
He grabbed the blade like a vicious monster and started cutting the bars of the chamber. He breathes heavily as he is cutting the bars. Finally, he cut the rod and escaped the pit of hell.
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When he got out of the chamber, he saw a ladder leading up to a hollow space. He was not sure if he should climb it or not, but there seemed to be no other choice.
Well, that thing technically helped him, didn't it?
There was no time to think about this. He chose not to climb the ladder. Rather, he walked to the dark path next to the chamber.
"Oh, what am I doing? I should go back and take the cut bar. Yeah, that's right. I have to go back," the boy said calmly.
He understands what might happen if he is unaware of his safety. As he walked back, he was flabbergasted.
The creature's body isn't there — not even a drop of blood. Everything is crystal clean.
"What!? Where's the body? Minutes ago, I... I killed that thing. But now it's all gone!" the boy said in a shaky voice, leaving him completely confused.
Well, that's not the first time the place is odd.
"This will come in handy," he said as he quickly grabbed the rod and the blade he left earlier.
He left the room and headed back to the dark path. As he walks, he observes the wall of the place. Various symbols are written on it as if it were some alien species' base. The creature he killed also looked like an alien.
But if this was aliens all along, what are they planning to do? And what do they want from him?
There is no time to think of it. The only goal for him is to get out of this hell.
After walking for a while, he came across two paths. One is narrow, and the other one is wide. Though the wide path was easier to go through, there were screeching noises — noises sounding like an old man getting boiled for a demon's food and screaming his lungs out.
"What a gross and awful place," he said with pure disgust on his face.
He made his decision and went to the narrow path.
The path gets narrower as he tries to get to the other side. He passes through gaps but soon gets stuck. At this point, the walls are only 10 centimeters away from the boy's chest. And if this was not enough for him, he hears something rushing towards him.
"Come on..." The rushing noise gets intense. "Come on..."
The boy is trying his heart and soul to slip out the walls. Suddenly, the noise stops.
"Oh no, this ain't a good sign," the boy says as he hurries. He realizes this is the calm before the storm.
Suddenly, a hairy pale hand with long sharp edges came from darkness and was one inch away from taking away the boy's eye.
The boy kicks the wall and manages to unstuck himself. He passes quickly between the walls.
One by one, red hands emerge from the walls and try to drag the boy within. Soon, they stop.
"What the hell is going on?" the boy shouts as he chews on his teeth.
The whole place suddenly blows up into dust. The boy falls from at least 10 feet height. His eyes are blurry now. He gets a very nice injury on his ankle from the fall. He rubs his eyes and finally sees clearly.
But he couldn't believe his eyes for the monstrosity he is seeing right now.
A big flesh blob is covering the front wall of the room made by the destruction.
"Uh oh!" the boy calmly regrets his choice to come on this path.
One big eye is sticking out of the flesh body. There are hundreds of hands attached to it.
The monster grabs the boy's leg and slams him on the side wall. One blow and the boy starts to bleed. The monster then tries to separate the boy's head from his body. It grabs the boy's head and legs.
Is this it? Is this his end?
As the skin on his neck begins to tear up, he quickly throws the sharp-edged rod at the monster's eye. It pierces and goes through the eye.
"Yes! Now I have some time," the boy reassures himself.
The monster starts to scream. The boy quickly rushes back. He is running as fast as he can. The monster stops screaming. It has grown spikes on its front, and now it only has two giant hands.
The boy is running as if it's his last run. Using the wall, the monster starts to move toward the boy.
"Huh? A dead end!" The boy loses all his hopes as he sees no other way out.
"No use," the boy says with dead eyes.
There is no time to lose hope — this was not written in his fate.
The monster is coming toward him with intense speed.
"I will not let you kill me!" the boy shouts with a sudden spark of hope to live.
The boy rushes to the monster and jumps, landing on the hole that he made in the monster's eye. He grabs both parts of the eye and starts splitting it.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHH!" The boy is trying very hard. It seems he hit the weak spot. The monster screams and couldn't do anything.
At last, he is able to split up the eye.
With a hellish scream, the monster blasts.
The whole room is covered in blood now. The boy is also drenched in the nasty dark red blood of the monster.
"Oh damn. I didn't know I was this strong," the boy bluffs.
He walks to his left and grabs the rod and some of the spikes from the monster. He attaches the spike on the end of the rod with the gooey thing he got from the monster's eye.
"Hey, now I have a spear," the boy smiles and continues to walk.
After some time, he sees a humanoid creature crawling to an empty gap behind the shady wall. It has a large beak. The body is half decapitated. It seems like something large had taken a bite from its body. It slowly crawled away while leaving blood patches.
Once it was gone, the boy went to the gap and peeked through it.
"What the...…" The boy was shocked and disgusted by what he saw.
"Is this a nest of these things? Nah, I better run away."
The boy turns left and starts to walk.
Sheer boredom has abducted him. He is walking on a long bridge connecting the cavern between huge chunks of the place.
"Is that a human?" The boy couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly started to run toward that person.
But who is he? he thinks as he tries to get to the person.
That so-called human also started running.
"Hey, stop! Wait!" the boy shouted.
They ran through many gaps and narrow hallways — until there was a turn in the road. The being or creature tripped and fell.
The boy stopped at the turn. He put one hand on the wall and the other on his knees. He ran out of breath.
"Stop! Please don't kill me."
The thing turns out to be human. He is covered in wounds and wearing a dark green T-shirt and short pants. With dark yellow eyes and light blue hair, he looks like someone straight out of a romance manhwa.
"Neon!? What are you doing here?" The boy was left amazed — not just because he found a human, but also because he knows that person.
"Brac Aldenson. Thank God I found my bro," the yellow-eyed boy replied with relief.
"What happened to you? You're covered in blood… and... oo… what's that on your neck?" Neon asked Brac with slight fear.
"Uh, that's just daily dealings." The smirk on Brac's face clearly shows he wanted to sound badass.
"Let's walk and talk, shall we?"
"So how did you get here?" Neon asked.
"I don't know anything! How long I have been here... I don't know," Brac said with dead eyes.
"Same here. But first, what we need to do is get out of here. This place is hella weird."
The tension could also be seen on Neon's face.
"Listen, don't look back. On my count, run‼" Brac said as he noticed something following them.
"What… uu?" Neon tries to look back. But soon Brac stops him.
"Hey! What are you doing? As I said — on my counting."
"1... 2... 3… GO!!!