There isn't really any choice, is there?
Skyler takes one of his first steps in this eerie hell (Not counting the one when he stepped away from the water and the bones)
The floor is slimy and unsettling to say the least, and the fumes of this hall is probably going to land him in a mental fit, an schizophrenic state or something, Skyler thought.to himself, forcing his foot to take another step and to ignore the…floor slime, water and pieces of unknown meat that was stuck to his shoe. It was green…that doesn't make it any better, doesn’t it? The scene was gory, at rock bottom. (except everything was brown or green)
He slowly but carefully in the span of 3 minutes walked 20 metres. (the goo slowed him down, it was like..super glue, keen to keep him slow even if he was already as slow as a koala.)
“Agh!”
Skyler groans as he hits something, he expected it to be like a pole..or a deadly animal..just something that would kill him probably..the roadblock bumped his head, so it muct be at least over 150cm (Skyler is canonically 174.5 cm).…surely not just, a rock or something..?
Well, apparently everything here goes against him, even his thoughts, as he dreadfully and slowly raised the brown eyes of his,he saw….
Well, nothing. Literally just air, he looked around and around, again and again. Just..nothing. He checked the ground, then the ceilings.. The thing he bumped into ,It was like thin air, and it apparently was.
“!”
Skyler jumps a bit as he runs into the thing again. There was actually nothing there as he tried to touch the thing with his hands, and to his surprise, there was actually something, well, not something. There was an invisible barrier preventing him from going into the fog. Like..a cold pane of glass.
Very helpful.
Well, he only then saw these doors that littered across the walls on either side of the hall..and they fit right in, mouldy, decaying and covered in mildew just like the walls.
He took a deep breath again only to stop himself again. (The air smelt questionable)
Well, he has to do something right? He can't just…stay there and panic, right?
He spins himself around to look at the doors. Only one of them had a handle The others either didn't have one, it fell off or it got boarded up by some old planks.
….
Skyler looked at this hall again, taking his goopy steps to the only door with a door handle. And soon enough the door was face to knob with him, and..
Definitely no choices for him! He thought sarcastically to himself
He gently opens the door.
And the door creaked, like it’s way of talking. And Skyler stares into the door….
The void stares back.
Inside this room was complete and utter darkness, with him only being able to see a table 2 metres from the door he was standing at. (now slightly ajar)
….
And that’s when Skyler noticed a tiny tiny word etched onto the wood by what seemed to be nails. And it read out:
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“NYCTOPHOBIA”
That was one of few things Skyler was afraid of. The dark..he wasn’t born with this fear, infact, he can remember playing hide and seek with his childhood friends in those dark and sketchy alleys,and the, at one point of his life, he was just scared of it. Like..suddenly.
He’s not sure why though..maybe it was just there and it wasn't showing..maybe he forgot why he got it?
Enough thoughts. Skyler redirects his attention to the door.
The dark, the dark, it reaches out for him, it’ll take him for dinner and save his heart for a snack. It’ll slowly get hold of his arm and legs, pin them down and flay him alive. Skyler got quite horrified at this room of condensed night, causing him to subconsciously step back and shut his eyes then muffle his ears with his hands, though he’s not sure why he did that at all. Once he realised he was doing something he didn't even know why he bounced bac to his original state and slightly curled his hand into the fist, raising his head to look at this concentration of {fill in later}, and he FELT it look back at him.
…
He’s too afraid to move, close the door, turn around, or hide.
And after a few moments, he could feel his heart slowly beating faster, and felt like there were 100 invisible hands pushing and nudging him to just step in, and go.
He’s not sure when, but there was now an old wooden rotting and breaking teatable with a single flashlight on it next to the door, It doesnt have much battery left, judging by how the 5 dots only have one lighted up.
…
He lights up the flashlight..its like what he expected to be like, dim, heavy, and not concentrated. But it was better than nothing… and, he can feel the hands slowly pressing more and more and more a-
Before he knew, he was in the dark. It wasnt..as bad. But soon he found out he was wrong, the dark felt like devastation, gripping his throat and strangling him as it sucked all of his life out of him. The floor was strangely grassy and wet.
…
He took his first step…
“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon..it’ll all be over soon..it’ll all be..over…soon.”
Skyler mutters to himself, while commanding his eyes not to look at the ground as he shone his flashlight everywhere, it was dim, but it went quite far and he saw.. A table with a key on it about 50 meters away from where he is, aand he already knows he cant move fast, this was doomed to be complete suffering and agony for him.
He made his few steps as his vision went dark, not making things out and only the almost dead flashlight can sustain it.
His vision went black, like when you close your eyelids suddenly. After a few seconds of him not even comprehending, thinking his flashlight died, his vision recovered. Only now, there was something else in this room than him.
There were a dozen mannequins, those artist mannequins, and their heads would follow Skyler wherever he walked and everytime he blinked, he can sense for a fact that each one of these human sized mannequins has moved their limbs a few centimetres off…
…..
Skyler concentrates again, focusing his panicked eyes onto the table from afar. Taking his shaky steps one by one, god where did this overcoming fear of the dark even come from?
…
He blinks again, failing to restrain his eyes, but this time when he opened his eyes, he can’t see anything again. Again and again, what kind of sick trick is this?
A few moments later, he regains it. And..theres nothing new. Thats g-
“Have you heard of [REDACTED]...He..“
”Him? Didn’t he get [REDACTED].....ill-fated,huh..”
Whispers. Whis[erws everywhere, aand he doesnt know where the sounds are coming from..they’re coming from, everywhere. Everywhere….everysingle direction, talking about someone, but every time the whispers are about to get to what happened to that person…it trails off or gets blocked by a beep sound. Skyler absolutely hates this, the stopping, the sounds from every single direction, the creaking of the stupid wood mannequins everytime their brainless heads move slightly to look at him..he..blocks his ear, and shuts his eyes. Walking with his eyes closed, drowning out all these gossips. He doesn't know hwy he did that, but he did.
When he opened his eyes, there was a table in front of him. A glass one, reflecting his own pale expression, his eyes that have lost their light and his dim flashlight.
There were only 2 things on it.
Warm yellow sticky notes, and some part of a wheelchair…
As soon as he saw that mechanic part, he instantly recognised it and some part of him…clicked a bit. he ‘s not sure what, but looking at that part makes his body shiver, hands shake and eyes go everywhere, scanning for people… his head feels like it’s getting stabbed multiple times per second, his mouth tasted like blood and he is very much not okay right now.
“Sky, please, stop.”
-[BLACKED OUT]
…
That’s what the note said, and that’s very ominous. What the heck did he do wrong?
…
He better get out of this place before something comes for him, he says, grabbing the note and the key, dashing for the silhouette of the door that led him to this unholy place. And then he trips at the worst possible time…onto the cold hard grassy ground that was littered with midnight dew.
..
“!”
Skyler’s eyes go wide open and then shut closed quickly in the span of a second after he looked up to keep running. There were eyes. Eyes all around in the dark, eyes with much colour and pupils that move around and stare at them…eyes, eyes everywhere, seeing right through the forgetful dreamer, though his heart, brai memories and all the things he’s done t-
“...’
Skyler dashes for the door, making his way through into the light and out of that torture chamber as he finally getrs to breathe freely again, sitting down on a part of the floor not covered in goo…the green slime on the ground was kind of olive now..
Skyler reads the note over and over, trying to wipe the name blacked out with pen.
To no use, of course. Skyler sighs defeated..
He really wants to think that all of this is just some weird lucid dream of some sort, but the cold metallic and very real texture of this old gold key he was holding says otherwise. This all felt really real…and punching himself probably wouldn't be a great id-
“Ow..!”
He punched himself.