MC found himself in a long and dimly lit hallway. The floors looked completely black and the walls had an old-style repetitive wallpaper spanning the length of them. He turned and looked behind only to see the same hallway seeming to span without end. He took a step to the way he thought might lead him out of the never ending hallway and his foot came down with a slight splash.He hadn’t noticed, but the floor was wet beneath his feet. He didn't know where he was, but knew that wherever he was, he needed to get out.
He started running down the hallway struggling to see ahead in the low overhead lighting. Water splashed around his feet as he went. The same repeating wallpaper kept coming and coming and the dim light of the hall seemed like they were getting darker by the minute. “Get me out of here!” he yelled and continued running.
He came to a space ahead where a single overhead light bulb was glowing a bit brighter than the rest. As he got closer he could barely make out what seemed to be a figure standing, facing away from him. As he approached, he slowed and walked a little more cautiously. The figure was dressed in dark clothing and continued looking away, even as MC‘s wet footsteps came closer.
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“Hello?” said MC. There was no response. “Hey, who are you?” The figure was still.
MC walked up and reached out, touching the figure on the shoulder to spin them around. He gasped. “Dad?”
His father’s face looked not at him, but through him. His lips were tightly closed. “Dad is that you? Where are we? How did we get here?”
His father didn't say anything. MC grabbed him by the shoulders. His clothing felt damp and his body felt strangely soft like a sack of skin stuffed with mud. It startled him a little and he let go. His father’s body began sinking into the liquid of the floor. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”
His father’s shins disappeared and then his thighs. MC grabbed at his shirt to hold him up, but he kept sinking as if he were standing in quicksand or melting into the ground itself. It was then that he started sinking as well. They were both being dragged down into the dark liquid of the floor like a tar pit. MC attempted to pull himself out, but the entire floor had turned soft. He looked at his father to see his face disappear underneath the darkness. “Dad!” he screamed.