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...!"
Chapter Two: Into the fading Dark...
His boot slammed into the old oaken door for perhaps the seventh time since he had backed away from the monster behind the door. He screamed in frustration as his foot hit the door again, and again. Yet still the old door withstood his frenzied assault. The door behind him shuddered in perfect sync with his attack on the door as the... ’thing’ which had identified itself as Pinkie, slammed into the locked door in order to get to him.
”Why won’t you come out to play with me...?”
He tried to ignore the high pitched mocking voice of Pinkie as he kicked the door, yet again, in an attempt to break through it. Sweat trickled down his back, leaving a cold chill down his spine. Tears came to his eyes as he heard one of the bolts from the door behind him, come loose and fall to the ground with a clunk!
”If you won’t come out... can I come in...?”
He had had enough now, and finally decided to respond with a hoarse voice. Overused from screaming mind you...
“No, you can’t come in you psychotic Bitch...!”
He kicked at the door again, right next to the lock this time. The door shuddered, but did not break and he heard another giggle from behind him; another shudder from the ever weakening door, another clank as yet, another bolt came loose and hit the floor. He had truly never feared for his life any more than he did now.
He put all of his strength into another, final, blow against the door. His boot smashed against the creaking door in an attempt to burst the old wood.
Crack!
His eyes opened as the wood next to the lock exploded outwards and fell to the ground. What was revealed was a longer, darker hallway that held no lights in the distance.
He heard a sad sigh from behind the locked door, the pink menace must of realized he had gotten through.
”Now I have to find another way around... Oh well! See you soon~!”
He didn’t think about the high-pitched giggling coming from behind the locked door, he just ran. He paid no attention to his sore and obviously splintered foot, as he sprinted down the dark corridors. He just pointed the flashlight ahead of him and ran, for all that he was worth, the guiding beam of light, illuminating the hallways and chasing the shadows away.
He looked at the doors leading to different rooms as he sprinted down the maze of corridors, not caring about them in the slightest. He turned, left, right, and then left again, straight ahead, left. He kept running down the corridors till he could not breathe, and finally, had to stop.
He slowed from a dead sprint to a fast run, then a slow walk, until stopping altogether. He could hear his heart, pounding like a hammer in his ears. The blood in his veins, rushing like a blown fire hydrant to his flushed face. His breath, escaping from already tortured lungs as they, feebly tried to calm his shaken nerves.
He rested his hands on his knees as he bent down in a slight slouch, panting for air. He reached up a shaking hand, and slicked it through his sweat stained chestnut brown hair. He felt a sting at the back of his head and retracted his hand, bringing it to the front of his face to get a closer look with his flashlight.
His hand was covered in blood.
That is probably why I can’t remember how I got here... His mind, desperately trying to rationalise the situation he was in, only turned out a blank. He wiped his shaking, blood stained hand on his pants before pointing the flashlight forwards again.
He set off again in a brisk walk that he could keep at a steady pace. To where...? Well, there must be a reason as to why I am here... Right...? A single thought came to the forefront of his mind as he passed a barred door. He was so preoccupied in his thinking, that he didn’t even notice the flash of pink, or the two bright blue eyes that stared at him as he passed it. Finally he vocalised this thought out loud as he walked down the corridor.
“This is some serious Amnesia shit right here...”
But, that couldn’t be right... He remembered everything, his name. Cole Barrdocks. He remembered his age, seventeen. He rolled his eyes, one green one blue. He always had one green and one blue eye, it was an inherited trait throughout his family, and he didn’t blame his parents for it. In fact, he enjoyed being different from everyone else. He remembered other information about himself, 5 ft 9 ½ inches tall, it was the average height where he came from.
He enjoyed playing video games, listening to music and reading the occasional book every now and again. His favourite colour was red; in fact, he was wearing a red shirt now. He tugged at his blue, blood stained jeans and sighed. His black boots were completely ruined from that door smashing he had done.
But yes, he could remember everything about himself and his family. Well... except how he got here, that was still a mystery.
Slowly walking down the corridor so as to not make any loud unwanted noises, he tried to open some of the doors in the dark corridor. Picking one at random he pointed the flashlight at it... ’Yeah, going to need to find some batteries soon...’
He got lucky on the first try of opening the door and it opened to reveal...
A, study...?
He looked around the room, confused as to why on earth there would even be a study here. From what he had experienced so far, this place would have no need to have a study!
He quickly moved into the room and took in the sight some more. He was surrounded by old, decaying bookshelves. Books were scattered around the room at random. Smashed chairs lay strewn about the floor in a haphazard mess. A single table sat in the corner of the room, quite possibly the only survivor of decay.
He moved closer to the desk, his curiosity spiked by the old, mahogany table with a single drawer in it. He tip-toed and jumped over the scattered about books and broken pieces of furniture in order to get to the old, yet not decayed table. When he reached the table he cocked an eyebrow as paper, old and withered sat in neat stacks on the top, three inkpots sat on the left side, and the drawer was slightly out.
He grabbed the old drawers handle and tugged it open. He pointed the slightly more dimmed flashlight and saw what was inside.
“Ooohh...!”
Inside the drawer, carefully preserved were four batteries, a box of matches and a... diary...?
He shrugged, pocketed the matches and batteries, picked up the diary and began to walk out of the unnecessary study. He would read the diary in a safer location, if there was such a place here...
He walked towards the door and was about to open it... only to snatch his hand away and retreat from the door when he heard a familiar noise coming from the hallway...
Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...
He gasped and started looking around, franticly searching for a hiding spot. A wardrobe he had missed before, since he hadn’t cared to look behind him when he walked in, was right next to the door. A little too close to comfort, but it would have to do!
Tap... Ta... Tap... Tap... *Giggle...!*
Pinkie was getting closer...
He lightly moved over to it, carefully opened the door to find a jacket and a couple other oddities inside the wardrobe. He jumped inside, closed the doors, and moved the jacket in front of him. Turning his flashlight off and clutching the diary to his chest in an attempt to keep it safe...
He heard the door open, and he heard something enter the room. He was glad he put the jacket in front of him, just in case Pinkie opened the wardrobe, she might be ignorant enough to ignore the misplaced jacket.
Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...
His breath caught in his lungs as he listened quietly listened to his surroundings. He could hear a knife scrape across the floor in the room, a few books being shuffled around... the desk open. He heard a gasp, and something in the room turn sharply around.
He-He-he! Come out, come out wherever you are!”
He covered his mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape his lungs. She knew he was here...!
”Hmmm...”
It was quiet... He knew she was waiting for him to come out of hiding. Well if she wanted to play the waiting game, the waiting game they shall play!
Everything was silent, nothing stirred. The tension in the room was thick enough that, if it was food, it would feed a family of four for a month or so.
He heard the door close after a minute, and silently sighed. Thinking he had escaped from the pink monster, the stuff of nightmares. Then the wardrobe door opened.
”Ah- ha...?!”
He stifled a scream as he felt the eyes of the insane pink menace searching the wardrobe. He had to remain still, no matter what! It couldn’t see him if the jacket was in the way. All the while he was thinking:
’Please don’t move the jacket, please don’t move the jacket, please don’t move the jacket...!’
”Huh...”
The wardrobe door closed loudly, and he squinted as it stubbed his bruised, splintered toe. He buried a hiss of pain into the recesses of his mind.
”Shoot! Thought for sure he would be here... Oh well! I’ll get the slippery guy eventually!”
Tap... Tap... Tap...
He heard the door open, and after a few seconds close behind the slowly departing Pinkie. He breathed a sigh of relief, now she was gone... Cautiously though, he opened the wardrobe door and picked the jacket off tits racket before slipping it on. ’Might come in handy.’
He placed the diary in the pocket of the jacket, stepped out of the wardrobe... and then was immediately reminded of the pain in his foot.
“Ah sonnova-!”
Of course, since it was dark, and he hadn’t bothered to turn on his flashlight. He slipped on an open book on the floor and fell on his arse.
“...Bitch...”