//------------------------------// // A prelude to the end... (Edited) // Story: Wont you come out to play...? // by Elaine_Lunaris //------------------------------// Won’t you come out to play....? Inspired by the YouTube video [SFM] Pink by MAN_ticore, all rights belong to those who own them..... But I shouldn’t need to explain that.......... ----- A faint voice in the dark, a light flashed before the eyelids of the young man as the lights flickered on and off. A sharp pain in his head, like a thousand needles repeatedly pricking into his skin, and again the lights turned, on and off. There was no way to tell where he was with his eyes closed. He tried to bury the pain in the recesses of his mind, forcing his eyes open, squinting against the light. His eyes opened slowly, as not to draw attention to the suffering his eyes felt against the lights. The constant flickering above him drew his attention away from the stabbing sensations he felt. The pain in his head, as he would say it, felt like an ice pick attached to a jack hammer being charged by a quantum drive reactor moving at speeds that go faster than sound. Creative he was, but it did little to distract his mind from the burning sensations. He hissed as he clutched his head to try to quell the pain that he was feeling. He was forced to close his eyes again to shield them from the blinding light above. He crawled upright, his back against the wall. The flickering light flashing through his eyelids like warning lights in the distance. Despite the jack-hammering his head was getting, he had to open his eyes soon, to at least see what was around him. He strained to open his eyes against the constant flashes of light. What greeted him when he finally opened his eyes didn’t raise his spirits... The ground was black and charred, what from? He didn’t know. There was something in the corner of the room though. It looked... it looked like... A skull. A human skull! It was pale white from age and sat in the corner of the room. Its black depthless eyes stared at him, almost as if it could actually see him like it once used to, its jaw open in an eternal, silent scream of never-ending horror. He stifled back a scream. He had never seen a dead body before, or a skull for that matter. He lived a very sheltered life back home. But that was just it wasn’t it? This place wasn’t home. He had no idea where he was! “W-W-WHERE IS THIS PLACE?!” His voice bounced around the silent room, echoing darkly as his voice dominated the surrounding silence. He could feel the cold stone floor underneath his warm palms. It felt crumbly as if from the build up of long dried up liquid. The lights turned fully on for a while and giving him a better view of the scenery around him. The skull was sitting atop a pile of... Something. He had a good feeling that he wanted it to remain unidentified. The wall was painted red... he guessed it was blood, it would make sense given there was a human skull in the room. But it was what the blood spelt out that really set a chill in his bones, a heavy feeling in the pits of his stomach and sent his spine shivering. ‘This isn’t Earth! N-n-not Earth...? Watch, out for the pink one! P-pink one...? Stay away from the laughter! Oh god...! I’m dealing with a psychopath! Don’t play the game... But worst of all, was the last one on the opposite side of the wall. Made even more horrifying as he saw what was sitting next to that red writing. A full skeleton of a human body... Minus the head that was on the other side of the room on top of the pile of... stuff. Run you fool!’ He started hyperventilating, not knowing what the hell was going on anymore. He then that the door leading into the room had been completely shattered. Something must have broken it down. His concentration was quickly cut off by the light flickering one last time before dying out completely. He scanned the room, searching for something to help him in the dark. As his eyes adjusted he heard a sound, coming from the darkness around him. Tap... Tap... Tap... Whatever it was, it was getting closer! As soon as the sound had begun, it stopped. What replaced the tapping from before was worse. What replaced the tapping was a soft, high pitched giggle that echoed through the room. The kind that insane people suffer from as they comprehend a situation that normal people somehow can’t. Ba-Dum “W-what w-w-was that...?” Ba-Dum His blood turned to ice in his veins as his call returned unanswered, save for the scrape of boots against stone as he scrambled around in the dark, the echo lingering in the room. His hands scrambling across the floor, looking for something —anything— that would light up the surrounding darkness seemingly trying to press in on him from all directions. His hands hit the pile of filth and he gagged at the smell it produced up close. When he went to retract his hand, he felt something inside of it. Gulping, he plunged his hand back inside the pile... of whatever it was, all he knew about it was soft, but dry at the same time. Almost like a pile of ash but with a putrid stench. His hand hit something. He turned his head away from the smell, and pulled whatever it was out of the pile. Quickly looking at the prize in his hands he found it to be a flashlight. He turned it on, quickly scanning the room with the glowing beam of light. He was lucky the thing even worked. A patch of pink caught his eye as he swept the beam across the room. when he returned the light, whatever it was had disappeared... Only leaving behind a soft giggle which echoed around the dark room... Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum! His heart was beating faster now, whatever that—that... thing...! was, it must be after him! He had to run, despite that it would make his head hurt with every single step. He had to run! NOW! He scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room, keeping the flashlight’s beam directly in front of him to show the way. That was when he heard it: My little pony... My little pony... I used to wonder... What friendship could be...? But you never shared any of it with me...! Oh god no! That sounded like it was close. He just knew it was close! A door was in front of him, but there were two more doors as well, one to his left and one to his right. He had to choose, and fast! Running towards the door directly in front of him, he tore it open and slammed it behind him, making sure to lock it for good measure... His breathing irregular and his heart pounding. He sighed, thinking that he had finally escaped from whatever that monstrosity was. Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum! It was quiet, but he could hear as clear as day the pounding in his chest and despite that, it still felt quiet... Too quiet considering what just happened. But then he heard something approaching the door, with an echoing: Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... He gulped and looked at the door handle as it tried to open, jiggling in place for a couple seconds before stopping and then a voice spoke up. A soft, insane yet high pitched giggling voice. “He-He-He... Won’t you come out to play with me...?” Ba-Dum! Ba-Dum! Ba-Dum! Ba-Dum! He gasped and backed away from the door, his heart seemingly trying leap up into his throat, stooping him from screaming. All he could manage was a soft whimper as the voice continued: “I’ve been waiting ages for someone to play with... The waiting was killing me.” Backing away from the door some more he tripped up and fell onto the ground with a thump. The noise behind the door replaced with a slow giggle as he heard the distinct sound of a knife grating up against the wooden door. “I hear your heart beating. Are you scared? Don’t worry... He-He!" The door jerked forward as something slammed up against the frame. "Auntie Pinkie is going to make alllllllll your worries go away...!” He frantically searched the room for another way out. He saw a door on the other side in a small hallway in the room that he was in. Rushing down it he tried to open the door. The old worn out lock had a key in it already he twisted the key in his hands... Snap! The key snapped in half, and he could feel the rust covering his hand in a rough metallic powder. He searched the room for another way out, but he couldn’t find one! He had hit a dead end when he ran down the hallway. He could have turned left or right, but he chose to run straight toward the door that quite possibly led to the only dead end in this place. Idiot! Going back now wasn't an option anymore now that something was at the door behind him... “Oh, we are going to have so much fun together...! SLAM! You and I...! SLAM! I can make some Cupcakes with you too~!” SLAM! The slamming of flesh against the door suddenly stopped. Turning slowly towards the door, he stared at it. The handle no longer turned and it no longer jumped in its frame. For some reason, that stillness was scaring him more than the slamming against the door... He moved towards the locked and beaten door, which held back the monstrosity behind it. His hands shook in fear and his feet shuffled against the stone cold ground as he inched slowly towards it. The sound of his own breathing seemed to intensify as the tension rose as his body was reaching a breaking point. Slowly, he leaned down and stared into the lock... A large blue eye stared back at him... "Hi there...!"