-inside the dungeon-
-Emy-
"AAAAAAAAAHHH"
"HEEEELLLLPPPP"
"MY SON! PLEASE HELP HIM!"
"OH GOD AAAAA"
Lots of screaming, blood shredding, swords clashing can be heard on the place I appeared.
I look around and realized.
(Wait. Is this our village?)
I feel my heart thumping.
I mean who wouldn't.
This is the place where it all started.
Atleast for me.
I frantically ran around. Looking for a specific house.
There I saw it. A small abode near the south entrance.
Red roof brown wall and the oddly specific window which tells me exactly where my room is.
(This...)
I peek at the window. There I saw in my room.
My parents protecting us. I mean the younger me crying while I held my unconscious younger sister.
I felt my heart sink in. Can no longer hold the emotions check, I broke the window and jumped in.
Oddly enough, they don't react. Not my parents, not the huge orc and goblin, not my other self.
"FORCEFIELD!"
A magical circle appeared below our feet which quickly spread out before a wall of light like barrier appeared.
I should have sighed from relief but that isn't what happened.
The monsters simply walk straight to my barrier completely ignoring it.
Then the all familiar scene unfolds again infront of me.
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My father stand infront first with his hands open wide where the orc with his large club slammed it to my father.
Blood spurted as his body gets crushed on the floor like a crumpled paper.
I or my younger self cried as she kept calling out father.
Hell even myself are now starting to tear up as I realized what will happen next.
My mother hugged my younger self and kissed on the forehead before clicking a button secretly on the bookshelf behind me.
The floor opened where my younger self fell together with my unconscious sister.
I stayed behind or more like my legs refuse to move. I simply stared as my mother get violently slashed, smashed, punched, kicked, until only pieces of her remained scattered on the floor.
I found my knees gave out. My hands on the floor as I feel my body keep shaking from fear.
My eyes kept on weeping as I stare at the state my parents became.
Now seemingly satisfied, the monsters started heading out leaving me.
I cried.
I screamed.
I slammed my fists on the floor.
I realized how futile my existence are.
I realized how weak I am.
I can't even do anything as that thing happened again infront of me.
Here I am becoming dicer because I swore that I will become strong enough so it won't happen again infront of me.
But look at what happened?
My skills didn't work.
They don't even notice me as if they think I am simply an ant squirming around.
With my dreams crushed I simply knelt on the floor not until the moment I blinked I found myself again standing where it started.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH"
"HEEEELLLLPPPP"
"MY SON! PLEASE HELP HIM!"
"OH GOD AAAAA"
Lots of screaming, blood shredding, swords clashing can be heard on the place I appeared once again.
-inside the dungeon-
-Velvet-
Empty.
The world expanded around me.
But nothing is here.
Nothing is there.
Only the endless night sky spread out widely.
Only the white empty floor spread out widely.
I took a moment to appreciate the place. Atleast what I believe I am doing.
I look around hoping to see some clues.
But to no avail nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
There really is nothing here.
And endless expanse with nothing.
I walk forward.
Hoping something is there.
"Hello?"
I tried calling out.
No one replied. Not even my voice seemed to echo.
In fact did I actually talk?
I heard nothing at all.
Either way I just continued walking.
Walking.
And walking.
But God. It's an hour already and nothing new can be seen.
I started feeling chills on my nape down to my back.
(Am I alone?)
The question that popped out of my mind.
The question I buried deep within my consciousness.
"HELLLOOOO!"
I tried calling again. This time a bit louder.
Or atleast what I felt from my throat.
But nothing.
I hear no replies.
I hear no echoes.
I heard nothing.
Now my hands feeling chills.
My limbs staring to shake.
I am starting to panic.
So I ran
I ran
And I ran
Now sweating bullets.
Cold sweat on my body.
Mouth wide open as I started breathing with my mouth as well from constant running.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Yet nothing.
I see nothing.
I heard nothing.
Then a question entered my mind once more.
(Am I alone?)
"No!"
I screamed to clear my thoughts.
But as expected I heard nothing.
My heartbeat spiked.
I can now feel it pumping really hard yet I clenched my fist as I try to ignore the one question I kept on evading.
But the reality slowly creeps in.
The more I ignore it the more I felt it.
(Am I alone?)
I shook my head rapidly as if ignoring it like how a kid throws tantrums.
My eyes starting to become wet.
I kept on drinking my own spit as I frantically ran around.
(Am I alone?)
I exhaled on my mouth then slap my cheeks to ignore the thought.
(Am I alone?)
My breathing became rapid. My knees finally gave in as I found myself tumbling on the floor.
I mean I am running what do you expect when my knee suddenly gave up mid run?
I tried to stand but the darkness around me are now becoming apparent.
Fear.
Am I alone?
Fear.
I look around hoping someone. Something. Somebody just show up and tell me wrong.
But no.
Nobody appeared.
Nothing appeared.
No one appeared.
(I am alone?)
"NOOOOO"
I started screaming.
I ignored my weak knees as I started running around again.
This time not looking for anything but rather the exit.
That's right.
Forget about dungeon.
Forget about trials.
I'd rather stay weak than staying alone.
(I am alone?)
The thing I kept avoiding now kept playing on my head.
My breathing is ragged
My heart beating fast
My limbs felt like exploding
My body kept feeling shivers
My stomach churning.
(I am alone.)
I am truly alone here.
The thing I hate the most.
The thing I feared the most.
Is being alone.