I walked through the darkness. I still had Mr pebble on me of course! He gave me all the light I needed.

I walked and walked and walked.

I walked but never felt tired.

I ran but never felt tired.

I SPRINTED! but I never felt tired.

... Thats not supposed to happen right? Your not supposed to be able to sprint for days straight without feeling an ounce of muscle fatigue or breath fatigue.

Like, how does that happen?

But I did it. I kept wandering and wandering.

Until I found the tower.

It was cylindrical and looked like one of those fantasy castle towers but y'know... All crumbly and broken?

I approached it from the back originally. So I didn't see the light.

it had a wooden door in its side. the inside glowed with a orange light. This light spilled around the closed wooden door. It gave me a creepy feeling. Like walking through an ancient torture chamber.

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Me of course being an intelligent woman immediately decided: "NOPE"

And started to turn around. Mr pebble sitting in my hand! Proud to be on such a sensible human!

The dark was safe. It was nothing like the tower.

I wouldn't be one of those horror protagonists who just got themselves killed! This wouldn't be a horror story!

But then.. Then I thought.

Have you ever played a video game where the only way to progress is to go to the creepy spot. I have.

I had seen no other people in this dark, cold, stone world.

This tower was my only hope.

I spun around and entered.

I could feel the disappointment radiating off of Mr pebble. I WAS stupid enough to enter the random creepy tower.

But since when do people listen to pebbles?!? BAH!

I entered.

As soon as I opened the door the orange light vanished. The room became more solid and "real".

The lower floor was a stone room. All it had was a ceiling and a spiral staircase trailing up the wall. No light. Except that which came from the disapproving form of Mr Pebble.

I went up the staircase. The rest of the tower was solid stone except the staircase.

I reached the top.

At the top was a giant beating heart. Red and fleshy. Just sitting in the center of the tower. The battlements around me seemed fake, Unreal. At the sight of this heart.

I touched it.

I know! I know! STUPID!

I instantly felt a jolt of pain. Agony so sharp and dreadful. I also felt a certainty. This heart was once a human. A human who was in great pain.

I SHOULD have ran.

I SHOULD have left the heart to suffer.

But I didn't.

I set Mr pebbles down.

Then... Then I ripped the heart into pieces. Until I felt no more pain from it. No more agony inside. I, Covered in viscera but feeling oddly satisfied looked out from the tower.

I left the tower. After walking about 500 Meters from it I heard a massive crash. As if it had crumbled.

I walked.

-Raven the Slaughterer in reference to the first time.