Post by Walls on Oct 3, 2021 0:13:28 GMT -5
Darkness.
Not no lights darkness. Darkness. Foreboding. Oppressive. Uncomfortable. The kind of darkness that forces the fear of confined spaces. The kind of darkness that brings up stories. The darkness that means the end.
The void.
Absence.
Heavy.
A weight on your chest.
On your mind.
On your soul.
The darkness that, as a child, made you run and leap into bed. The monster in your closet darkness. The don't let your feet dangle darkness and quick get them under your blankets darkness. The I swear I saw something darkness. The MOOOOOMMMMMM! darkness.
Despair.
Fear.
Loneliness.
That darkness.
Now you get it.
But that voice whispering above it all? That's true fear. Quiet but harsh. An edge. Sharp. But forced. It's thick in accent.
European.
German?
Polish?
Russian?
No. Croatian. That's it.
"You... dare? You dare put me in this contest? Contest?"
The voice is insistent in it's disdain.
"It's a buffet of murder. You are lining up victims for me? You are letting the fox into the hen house and are pretending it wasn't your idea. You are opening the doors on the most dangerous prison and letting the monsters out. You are dooming the victims to horror.
And you are pretending it's not happening.
You are... dead."
If any silence would be a chuckle this is it. A weird weight, strange humors. They carry like the quietest voice in the deepest night
"You put your tastiest morsels out. You tastiest foods. Your...
Your...
Your..."
Is It struggling to find the right word? The pause makes it seem so.
"Your... hopes. You put your hopes on the table for true despair to take away. You put your dreams on the table for the rats to clamber and chew. Do they know what you've done to them? Do the creatures you've doomed to extinction know that you've put them in front of roiling nihilism and doomed them to nothingness?
CJ Walker
Riley the Jackal
David Berg
Saint Sakura
Maddox.
Doomed. All of them. Doomed
Done.
Dead.
Destroyed.
Extinct.
And it is your fault. I may be the monster in the darkness. I AM the monster in the darkness. But it's you who made the decision to split up. It's you who made the decision to hide. It's you who made the decision to fight. And these actors in this most horrible of horror movies are the ones who will pay for those decisions.
Those terrible, most terrible of decisions. And I shall bathe them in their blood.
There will be blood.
So much.
And it's because of you."
Silence.
Dark.
Black.
Breathing.
Fear.
Terror.
Fade.
Not no lights darkness. Darkness. Foreboding. Oppressive. Uncomfortable. The kind of darkness that forces the fear of confined spaces. The kind of darkness that brings up stories. The darkness that means the end.
The void.
Absence.
Heavy.
A weight on your chest.
On your mind.
On your soul.
The darkness that, as a child, made you run and leap into bed. The monster in your closet darkness. The don't let your feet dangle darkness and quick get them under your blankets darkness. The I swear I saw something darkness. The MOOOOOMMMMMM! darkness.
Despair.
Fear.
Loneliness.
That darkness.
Now you get it.
But that voice whispering above it all? That's true fear. Quiet but harsh. An edge. Sharp. But forced. It's thick in accent.
European.
German?
Polish?
Russian?
No. Croatian. That's it.
"You... dare? You dare put me in this contest? Contest?"
The voice is insistent in it's disdain.
"It's a buffet of murder. You are lining up victims for me? You are letting the fox into the hen house and are pretending it wasn't your idea. You are opening the doors on the most dangerous prison and letting the monsters out. You are dooming the victims to horror.
And you are pretending it's not happening.
You are... dead."
If any silence would be a chuckle this is it. A weird weight, strange humors. They carry like the quietest voice in the deepest night
"You put your tastiest morsels out. You tastiest foods. Your...
Your...
Your..."
Is It struggling to find the right word? The pause makes it seem so.
"Your... hopes. You put your hopes on the table for true despair to take away. You put your dreams on the table for the rats to clamber and chew. Do they know what you've done to them? Do the creatures you've doomed to extinction know that you've put them in front of roiling nihilism and doomed them to nothingness?
CJ Walker
Riley the Jackal
David Berg
Saint Sakura
Maddox.
Doomed. All of them. Doomed
Done.
Dead.
Destroyed.
Extinct.
And it is your fault. I may be the monster in the darkness. I AM the monster in the darkness. But it's you who made the decision to split up. It's you who made the decision to hide. It's you who made the decision to fight. And these actors in this most horrible of horror movies are the ones who will pay for those decisions.
Those terrible, most terrible of decisions. And I shall bathe them in their blood.
There will be blood.
So much.
And it's because of you."
Silence.
Dark.
Black.
Breathing.
Fear.
Terror.
Fade.