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if it is scary will entirely come down to individual preference", "writing": "Chapter 1\n\n\nworkmn wakes and sits up in bed. He pulls the covers off then swings his legs to the side dangling his feet off, rubbing the bags under his dull red eyes. He slips into his shoes, puts his jacket on over his pjs and places his gold rimmed white cap on his messy blond haired head.\n\n\nHe goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and cleans his face, walks back past his bed, out of his room, down the short carpeted staircase and heads into the kitchen where he prepares a pot of coffee.He sits on the couch drinking his coffee, looking out the window, outside pitch black beyond a few feet of fake plastic lawn that can be seen.\n\n\nHe steps out onto the porch and stretches, yawning as the sky suddenly goes full white then dulls to reveal a painted on blue sky with fluffy white clouds a few hundred feet above on the walls and ceiling of the massive open room, his house one of several dozen identical homes in a perfectly spaced row down the soft rubber road, another row of houses across the street, 3 of said streets in a row fill out the base of the rectangular room.\n\n\nAll is silent except for a quiet fluorescent buzz as he walks down the sidewalk, shoes squishing into the firm foam pseudo-concrete tiles.\n\n\nAt the end he comes to the wall, approaching a large gash in the wall. It looks like it was bashed out with a sledgehammer, cracks webbing out from the hole, bricks exposed under the bent drywall and wallpaper. The bright room is contrasted heavily by the dark claustrophobic rusted metal tunnel that stretches deep into the wall, lined with copper pipes and thick black wires \n\n\nAs workmn steps into the crack the lights all go out behind him one at a time until he is left in total darkness\n\n\n\n\nChapter 2\n\n\nWorkmns stern face is lit by the ambient light of the flashlight on his crossbow as it crackles and hums to life. The seemingly crude weapon is made of wooden popsicle sticks and plastic bottlecaps, several rubber bands drawn back tight with a pencil laid on the rail where a bolt would go. The sticks are bent unnaturally as if they were molded together like clay, rubber bands as rigid as steel, curled around eachother into a single string.\n\n\nAs he walks down the tight tunnel he hears a rustling and scratching of claws on metal, seeing a tiny pair of red dots in the darkness beyond the reach of his flashlight.\nAlmost on instinct he aims and fires, string making a loud thud, a squeak from the shot rat and a ping of the pencil imbedding into metal echoes through the tunnel. He aims the light and sees the curled up twitching body of a feral rat stuck to the floor. Paying it no further mind he heads forward, flicking a knob on the side of the crossbow, numerous wooden gears and delicate appendages pull the string back and bring up a new pencil from a box through the center of the weapon before returning to their original position.\n\n\nAfter a few minutes of walking he gets to an elevator, its door and floor made of metal grate, door folding out of the way when he presses a button, stepping in, door grinding shut, entire assembly rattling and squealing as it rockets up without warning. \n\n\nHe braces himself against the corner, listening to each ping of a floor passing by, counting the floors in his head. Knowing the elevator has no intention of stopping he rolls forward then draws a fist back, cloaking it in orange magic then punching as hard as he can, old rusted grate door flowering open as he passes through, sparks showering him as the remains of the door are pinched off by the ceiling as the elevator keeps ascending. \n\n\nAs he slowly gets to his feet, brushing himself off and getting out a flash of health potion to let his bleeding knee close up faster he curses the machine and the governmental forces that allowed it to fall into such disrepair.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 3\n\n\nworkmn looks around the dimly lit dark grey hallway, its wallpaper water damaged and a bit moldy. He puts his crossbow away and heads down the hall to his office. He rattles the doorknob and notices its locked, looking up to see a sign with “office moved” written in red ink, kingmns seal printed on the bottom corner\n\nHe furrows his brow and clenches his fist then brings his wrist up, looking at his watch, a number of little plastic shapes float in liquid between the hands of the clock, him interpreting the directions to his new office from their movements.\n\n\nSighing he continues down the corner, looking at the watch, taking turn after turn until he feels a cold wind and looks up. The carpeted floor has smoothly transitioned into sheets of rusted metal like the tunnel back in the suburbs. A hallway wide bridge of creaking metal extends before him, bits having snapped off below it, spikes of metal dangling into an abyss between 2 connected multi-mile tall walls, he looks to the side seeing the gentle downward slope of the sprawling city that extends up to the wall which the subtly glowing orange barrier of the safe zone rises from in a dome above him. Moonlight hitting his face, only a few stars visible despite the minimal light pollution due to the barrier and trapped smog, moonlight filtering in beams through the fog. He covers his face with an arm to protect himself from the wind as he tries to not look down into the abyss of giant metal spikes created by the smaller buildings below\n\n\nAs he gets to the other side a cleanermn waves to him, the 12ft tall humanoid entity mindlessly dragging its mop side to side on the rusty metal leaving patches of green flame that match the wreath of green fire around its head that looks like a messy patch of hair that moves like a tentacled horror. Its brightly glowing red eyes are perfect circles that stare back at workmn as he nods in acknowledgement at the former human. The white crescent of light it has for a mouth grinning back as he passes.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 4\n\n\nWorkermn walks across a rusted grate floor, below him is just a pitch black void, the shadows seeming to move like wiggling tendrils in the fog, room featureless except for massive equally spaced pillars 20ft wide passing through the grate, disappearing into the void below and the equally sinister void above.\n\n\nHe has his crossbow out again to use the flashlight as he peeks at the map on his wrist watch every now and then, unable to fully trust that he is walking in a straight line here.\n\n\nHe stops dead in his tracks as the clattering of his feet on the grate is met by similar sounds further ahead. He turns a dial on the side of the flashlight, dimming it to try and avoid drawing attention to himself\n\n\nHe continues listening to the banging in the distance, getting closer and further away as he moves as slow and quiet as possible. When it stops he stops too. Suddenly the banging picks up, closing in on him fast, impossible to tell how far with the way sound echoes in this room, he crouches down on one knee, flashlight flaring bright, lighting up the closest 3 rows of pillars, revealing a hundred feet in every direction.\n\n\nYellow magic flows through his weapon as its arms extend, string lengthens, transforming in 3 separate phases, making a satisfying clunk each time the mechanisms slot into place, a bright point of light forming at the tip of the pencil. \n\n\nA scissorbear rushes out of the darkness, 10ft tall plush body flailing as dark magic puppets it forward, a huge rusted blade shaped like half a pair of scissors comes out of where one of its hands was cut off, plush hanging out of the stump which is penetrated at odd angles by metal struts that hold the weapon to its body. It contorts unnaturally as its mouth, which is just a jagged cut in its face that slobbers out blood, hangs open as it lets out the sound of a fork being grinded against a porcelain plate.\n\n\nA buzzing note of magic fills the room as the pencil is fired, leaving a inch wide streak of light that radiates enough to reveal a row of pillars all the way back to the wall where it lets out a resounding clang as it punches a hole through it. Half of the monsters face bursts into a cloud of fluff and it loses its balance for a moment, falling to one knee, weapon clanging against the grate, holding its raised knee with its one hand as its weapon arm hangs limp at its side\n\n\nIt makes a low gurgly roar as several wires covered in oil shoot out from the exposed half of a brain imbedded in the plush material, linking back into the brain and pumping blood, which overflows and flow down the beasts face, streams of blood running down the messy fur and through the grate below as the arm twitches, spasms and starts to raise.\n\n\nworkmn growls a bit and shoots a less charged shot through its raided knee, only a thin line of yellow energy passing through it and traveling through the grate into the black void where the light is swallowed up, no ping from the wall comes as the pencil was destroyed. The scissorbear drops to both knees and holds itself up with one hand, black and red blood splashing out messily from the leg wound.\n\n\nworkmn bolts across the room, checking his watch every now and then to try and get out as soon as possible, roaring sounds fading into the distance as he outruns the enemy\n\n\n\n\nChapter 5\n\n\nworkmn slides down a metal tube slide in total darkness. Sudden brightness hits his eyes from a strip of led lights on the top of the now plastic tube slide he rides, picking up speed, colors flashing as they pass him quickly, taking turns and jumps that bounce him around but he is able to protect himself by putting magic in his arms and legs as they make contact.\n\n\nHe’s roughly spit out into a 3ft deep ballpit, multicolored plastic balls bouncing around the small room then settling as he climbs his way up and out, the entire room being made of the same type of plastic as the slide in a bright green color, lit by a ring of white leds above. There are 3 holes at the back wall and he consults his watch, picking the left one and crawling down a series of plastic pipes, checking his watch at each branch in the path, stopping at clear plastic dome windows to look at the seemingly endless dark space between rooms where countless other intersecting multicolored pipes can be seen. He takes a few seconds to sit and watch as a huge snake-like thing silently floats between the pipes like an eel through water, the being made entirely of shadows has multiple human faces, arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, mindlessly reaching out as it swims through the air. He makes eye contact with a face and feels a pain in the side of his head, immediately turning and moving on, rubbing the spot and finding blood on his fingers then takes another sip of his health potion. \n\n\nHe comes to a slide and takes a breath before going down.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 6\n\n\nworkmn is tossed through the air into another ball pit, but this one is massive, filling a corner of a truly massive open room, wooden floors stretch out several hundred meters and the ceiling reaches up nearly a kilometer. Checking his watch as he floats on the surface of the ball lake, he notices he is in the direct center of the safe zone. the room contains an indescribably vibrant assortment of playroom and theme park features that build on themselves into a sort of miniature city. Music is being played from orchestra towers as people make their way through the carpeted roads to all kinds of destinations as others enjoy shooting at eachother and respawning in designated fighting areas, playing team based coordinated death games. A few carousel shaped machines fly around, looking over the area with blood red \neyes, making sure everyone follows the rules.\n\n\nworkmn swims out of the ball pit, which almost has a shore because of the way the wood floor curves down into its depths at the edge, going down who knows how far. Following his watch he navigates the streets, passed by humans of all shapes and sizes in various brightly colored clothes and adornments, some waving to him as he passes.\n\n\nAfter a while he makes his way to a small wood house seemingly merged with the seemingly endless smooth playroom wall. He enters the door finding himself in a living room strikingly similar to his own\n\n\n\n\nChapter 7\n\n\nworkmn checks his watch and goes to a redwood door under the stairs. he heads down the wooden stairs that become carpeted half way down, entering a copy of the living room built under the house. he exits the front door into a small sky painted room, similar to the giant room his neighborhood resides in, only about 10ft across, carpeted with plastic fake grass. \n\n\nhis watch points at the left wall and he notices a square seam in the paint, working his nails in he detaches the panel and sets it aside, climbing through the square opening, in through the window of a bedroom similar to his own but all pink, covers on his beds and on the pillow having a frilly white trim. he leaves out the door into a downward sloping hotel hallway with blue carpets on the floor and white wallpaper, pictures of flowers hung on the walls.\n\n\nhe travels down the hall for several minutes, ignoring some knocking from a room on the right that makes him flinch. coming to a door on the left that his watch is pointing to and entering an empty brick walled room with a concrete floor. in the center is a manhole cover, watch pointing down.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 8\n\n\nworkmn descend a ladder into a sewer tunnel, the floor is rusted but the water seems clean, submerged up to his ankles but his shoes and socks keep him dry. following several twists and turns he reaches a cavern of bare rock which his watch is leading him into.\n\n\nthe natural stone of the tight cave is dotted with chunks of plastic trash and bright colored blocks that jut out from the rock, occasional spikes of solid metal having to be avoided as he lowers himself down layer by layer into the depths.\n\n\nhe passes a pool of spring water, glowing magic crystals growing between stalagmites, pretty stalactites hanging down. he stops to look at his reflection for a second before moving down a rusted metal corridor with copper pipes and thick black wires running down either side.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 9\n\n\nworkmn comes to an open room about 30 by 30 ft. in front of him broken sheets of plywood and bent metal beams crisscross, mixed with razor wire \"road closed ahead\" is written in large red letters on a sign among the pile of clutter.\n\n\nhis watch continues to point ahead. he taps it with his finger and it doesnt change. he bats at it and the plastic case shatters, little shapes flowing out with the liquid.\n\n\nhis eyes go wide and red pupils contract to points which start to glow with dull light as the whites grow bloodshot. he drops to his knees and looks at his hands as little shadows like worms swim upon the surface of his skin. blood runs from his eyes as his fingertips disintegrate, black veins running down his hands and arms from them, throbbing as the shadows begin to be tinged red.\n\n\nhe looks around frantically, cackling madly as red and black lightning arcs from his body, the whites of his eyes going black, matched by streaks of oil that run down his face, screaming.\n\n\nhe spots a crack near the floor on the right side wall. starting to calm down he looks into the dark crawlspace. he takes a deep breath and the shadows melt off of him into a pool on the floor, returning to his original form.\n\n\nhe crouches down and squirms into the cavern, moving on.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 10\n\n\nworkmn crawls forward through the dimly lit claustrophobic tunnel. he comes to a square door embedded in the wall. opening it and squirming his way inside, he falls out of were a vent should be into his little office room. with a sigh he boots up his computer and gets to work.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1


workmn wakes and sits up in bed. He pulls the covers off then swings his legs to the side dangling his feet off, rubbing the bags under his dull red eyes. He slips into his shoes, puts his jacket on over his pjs and places his gold rimmed white cap on his messy blond haired head.


He goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and cleans his face, walks back past his bed, out of his room, down the short carpeted staircase and heads into the kitchen where he prepares a pot of coffee.He sits on the couch drinking his coffee, looking out the window, outside pitch black beyond a few feet of fake plastic lawn that can be seen.


He steps out onto the porch and stretches, yawning as the sky suddenly goes full white then dulls to reveal a painted on blue sky with fluffy white clouds a few hundred feet above on the walls and ceiling of the massive open room, his house one of several dozen identical homes in a perfectly spaced row down the soft rubber road, another row of houses across the street, 3 of said streets in a row fill out the base of the rectangular room.


All is silent except for a quiet fluorescent buzz as he walks down the sidewalk, shoes squishing into the firm foam pseudo-concrete tiles.


At the end he comes to the wall, approaching a large gash in the wall. It looks like it was bashed out with a sledgehammer, cracks webbing out from the hole, bricks exposed under the bent drywall and wallpaper. The bright room is contrasted heavily by the dark claustrophobic rusted metal tunnel that stretches deep into the wall, lined with copper pipes and thick black wires


As workmn steps into the crack the lights all go out behind him one at a time until he is left in total darkness




Chapter 2


Workmns stern face is lit by the ambient light of the flashlight on his crossbow as it crackles and hums to life. The seemingly crude weapon is made of wooden popsicle sticks and plastic bottlecaps, several rubber bands drawn back tight with a pencil laid on the rail where a bolt would go. The sticks are bent unnaturally as if they were molded together like clay, rubber bands as rigid as steel, curled around eachother into a single string.


As he walks down the tight tunnel he hears a rustling and scratching of claws on metal, seeing a tiny pair of red dots in the darkness beyond the reach of his flashlight.
Almost on instinct he aims and fires, string making a loud thud, a squeak from the shot rat and a ping of the pencil imbedding into metal echoes through the tunnel. He aims the light and sees the curled up twitching body of a feral rat stuck to the floor. Paying it no further mind he heads forward, flicking a knob on the side of the crossbow, numerous wooden gears and delicate appendages pull the string back and bring up a new pencil from a box through the center of the weapon before returning to their original position.


After a few minutes of walking he gets to an elevator, its door and floor made of metal grate, door folding out of the way when he presses a button, stepping in, door grinding shut, entire assembly rattling and squealing as it rockets up without warning.


He braces himself against the corner, listening to each ping of a floor passing by, counting the floors in his head. Knowing the elevator has no intention of stopping he rolls forward then draws a fist back, cloaking it in orange magic then punching as hard as he can, old rusted grate door flowering open as he passes through, sparks showering him as the remains of the door are pinched off by the ceiling as the elevator keeps ascending.


As he slowly gets to his feet, brushing himself off and getting out a flash of health potion to let his bleeding knee close up faster he curses the machine and the governmental forces that allowed it to fall into such disrepair.




Chapter 3


workmn looks around the dimly lit dark grey hallway, its wallpaper water damaged and a bit moldy. He puts his crossbow away and heads down the hall to his office. He rattles the doorknob and notices its locked, looking up to see a sign with “office moved” written in red ink, kingmns seal printed on the bottom corner

He furrows his brow and clenches his fist then brings his wrist up, looking at his watch, a number of little plastic shapes float in liquid between the hands of the clock, him interpreting the directions to his new office from their movements.


Sighing he continues down the corner, looking at the watch, taking turn after turn until he feels a cold wind and looks up. The carpeted floor has smoothly transitioned into sheets of rusted metal like the tunnel back in the suburbs. A hallway wide bridge of creaking metal extends before him, bits having snapped off below it, spikes of metal dangling into an abyss between 2 connected multi-mile tall walls, he looks to the side seeing the gentle downward slope of the sprawling city that extends up to the wall which the subtly glowing orange barrier of the safe zone rises from in a dome above him. Moonlight hitting his face, only a few stars visible despite the minimal light pollution due to the barrier and trapped smog, moonlight filtering in beams through the fog. He covers his face with an arm to protect himself from the wind as he tries to not look down into the abyss of giant metal spikes created by the smaller buildings below


As he gets to the other side a cleanermn waves to him, the 12ft tall humanoid entity mindlessly dragging its mop side to side on the rusty metal leaving patches of green flame that match the wreath of green fire around its head that looks like a messy patch of hair that moves like a tentacled horror. Its brightly glowing red eyes are perfect circles that stare back at workmn as he nods in acknowledgement at the former human. The white crescent of light it has for a mouth grinning back as he passes.




Chapter 4


Workermn walks across a rusted grate floor, below him is just a pitch black void, the shadows seeming to move like wiggling tendrils in the fog, room featureless except for massive equally spaced pillars 20ft wide passing through the grate, disappearing into the void below and the equally sinister void above.


He has his crossbow out again to use the flashlight as he peeks at the map on his wrist watch every now and then, unable to fully trust that he is walking in a straight line here.


He stops dead in his tracks as the clattering of his feet on the grate is met by similar sounds further ahead. He turns a dial on the side of the flashlight, dimming it to try and avoid drawing attention to himself


He continues listening to the banging in the distance, getting closer and further away as he moves as slow and quiet as possible. When it stops he stops too. Suddenly the banging picks up, closing in on him fast, impossible to tell how far with the way sound echoes in this room, he crouches down on one knee, flashlight flaring bright, lighting up the closest 3 rows of pillars, revealing a hundred feet in every direction.


Yellow magic flows through his weapon as its arms extend, string lengthens, transforming in 3 separate phases, making a satisfying clunk each time the mechanisms slot into place, a bright point of light forming at the tip of the pencil.


A scissorbear rushes out of the darkness, 10ft tall plush body flailing as dark magic puppets it forward, a huge rusted blade shaped like half a pair of scissors comes out of where one of its hands was cut off, plush hanging out of the stump which is penetrated at odd angles by metal struts that hold the weapon to its body. It contorts unnaturally as its mouth, which is just a jagged cut in its face that slobbers out blood, hangs open as it lets out the sound of a fork being grinded against a porcelain plate.


A buzzing note of magic fills the room as the pencil is fired, leaving a inch wide streak of light that radiates enough to reveal a row of pillars all the way back to the wall where it lets out a resounding clang as it punches a hole through it. Half of the monsters face bursts into a cloud of fluff and it loses its balance for a moment, falling to one knee, weapon clanging against the grate, holding its raised knee with its one hand as its weapon arm hangs limp at its side


It makes a low gurgly roar as several wires covered in oil shoot out from the exposed half of a brain imbedded in the plush material, linking back into the brain and pumping blood, which overflows and flow down the beasts face, streams of blood running down the messy fur and through the grate below as the arm twitches, spasms and starts to raise.


workmn growls a bit and shoots a less charged shot through its raided knee, only a thin line of yellow energy passing through it and traveling through the grate into the black void where the light is swallowed up, no ping from the wall comes as the pencil was destroyed. The scissorbear drops to both knees and holds itself up with one hand, black and red blood splashing out messily from the leg wound.


workmn bolts across the room, checking his watch every now and then to try and get out as soon as possible, roaring sounds fading into the distance as he outruns the enemy




Chapter 5


workmn slides down a metal tube slide in total darkness. Sudden brightness hits his eyes from a strip of led lights on the top of the now plastic tube slide he rides, picking up speed, colors flashing as they pass him quickly, taking turns and jumps that bounce him around but he is able to protect himself by putting magic in his arms and legs as they make contact.


He’s roughly spit out into a 3ft deep ballpit, multicolored plastic balls bouncing around the small room then settling as he climbs his way up and out, the entire room being made of the same type of plastic as the slide in a bright green color, lit by a ring of white leds above. There are 3 holes at the back wall and he consults his watch, picking the left one and crawling down a series of plastic pipes, checking his watch at each branch in the path, stopping at clear plastic dome windows to look at the seemingly endless dark space between rooms where countless other intersecting multicolored pipes can be seen. He takes a few seconds to sit and watch as a huge snake-like thing silently floats between the pipes like an eel through water, the being made entirely of shadows has multiple human faces, arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, mindlessly reaching out as it swims through the air. He makes eye contact with a face and feels a pain in the side of his head, immediately turning and moving on, rubbing the spot and finding blood on his fingers then takes another sip of his health potion.


He comes to a slide and takes a breath before going down.




Chapter 6


workmn is tossed through the air into another ball pit, but this one is massive, filling a corner of a truly massive open room, wooden floors stretch out several hundred meters and the ceiling reaches up nearly a kilometer. Checking his watch as he floats on the surface of the ball lake, he notices he is in the direct center of the safe zone. the room contains an indescribably vibrant assortment of playroom and theme park features that build on themselves into a sort of miniature city. Music is being played from orchestra towers as people make their way through the carpeted roads to all kinds of destinations as others enjoy shooting at eachother and respawning in designated fighting areas, playing team based coordinated death games. A few carousel shaped machines fly around, looking over the area with blood red
eyes, making sure everyone follows the rules.


workmn swims out of the ball pit, which almost has a shore because of the way the wood floor curves down into its depths at the edge, going down who knows how far. Following his watch he navigates the streets, passed by humans of all shapes and sizes in various brightly colored clothes and adornments, some waving to him as he passes.


After a while he makes his way to a small wood house seemingly merged with the seemingly endless smooth playroom wall. He enters the door finding himself in a living room strikingly similar to his own




Chapter 7


workmn checks his watch and goes to a redwood door under the stairs. he heads down the wooden stairs that become carpeted half way down, entering a copy of the living room built under the house. he exits the front door into a small sky painted room, similar to the giant room his neighborhood resides in, only about 10ft across, carpeted with plastic fake grass.


his watch points at the left wall and he notices a square seam in the paint, working his nails in he detaches the panel and sets it aside, climbing through the square opening, in through the window of a bedroom similar to his own but all pink, covers on his beds and on the pillow having a frilly white trim. he leaves out the door into a downward sloping hotel hallway with blue carpets on the floor and white wallpaper, pictures of flowers hung on the walls.


he travels down the hall for several minutes, ignoring some knocking from a room on the right that makes him flinch. coming to a door on the left that his watch is pointing to and entering an empty brick walled room with a concrete floor. in the center is a manhole cover, watch pointing down.




Chapter 8


workmn descend a ladder into a sewer tunnel, the floor is rusted but the water seems clean, submerged up to his ankles but his shoes and socks keep him dry. following several twists and turns he reaches a cavern of bare rock which his watch is leading him into.


the natural stone of the tight cave is dotted with chunks of plastic trash and bright colored blocks that jut out from the rock, occasional spikes of solid metal having to be avoided as he lowers himself down layer by layer into the depths.


he passes a pool of spring water, glowing magic crystals growing between stalagmites, pretty stalactites hanging down. he stops to look at his reflection for a second before moving down a rusted metal corridor with copper pipes and thick black wires running down either side.




Chapter 9


workmn comes to an open room about 30 by 30 ft. in front of him broken sheets of plywood and bent metal beams crisscross, mixed with razor wire "road closed ahead" is written in large red letters on a sign among the pile of clutter.


his watch continues to point ahead. he taps it with his finger and it doesnt change. he bats at it and the plastic case shatters, little shapes flowing out with the liquid.


his eyes go wide and red pupils contract to points which start to glow with dull light as the whites grow bloodshot. he drops to his knees and looks at his hands as little shadows like worms swim upon the surface of his skin. blood runs from his eyes as his fingertips disintegrate, black veins running down his hands and arms from them, throbbing as the shadows begin to be tinged red.


he looks around frantically, cackling madly as red and black lightning arcs from his body, the whites of his eyes going black, matched by streaks of oil that run down his face, screaming.


he spots a crack near the floor on the right side wall. starting to calm down he looks into the dark crawlspace. he takes a deep breath and the shadows melt off of him into a pool on the floor, returning to his original form.


he crouches down and squirms into the cavern, moving on.




Chapter 10


workmn crawls forward through the dimly lit claustrophobic tunnel. he comes to a square door embedded in the wall. opening it and squirming his way inside, he falls out of were a vent should be into his little office room. with a sigh he boots up his computer and gets to work.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "sylgame stories episode 6", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "73" }