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He was running, running thrue trees, thrue sharp branches that were cutting his face, his arms when he was trying to shied his face, his eyes, blood smearing his cheeks.
Why was he running again? Why was he running thrue the forest? Why was he still running when his arms were bloody and bruised, cuts littering his face and small branches and leaves were tangled in his hair? Why was he still running when he could feel the grass itself sticking to his feet, not pulling enough to drag him to the ground, but enough to slow him down and make his heart beat faster, his breath coming out in short gasps and his mind screaming at him to run, don't let them catch up to you. They'll kill you. They'll rip you to shreds, feed you to their dogs. Just run. Just keep running. Why was he running again?
Barking. Howling. That's why.
He could hear them so clearly now. The image of the pack of hounds still behind him and the man that was tailing behind them. Way to tall for a human beeing with fingers leading into black claws, arms abnormally long meeting his torso into sharp joints. Their knees were bending backwards, looking like a wolf's legs, covered in black fur. Their neck was surrounded by a ring of fluffy dark blue and yellow feathers resting there like a fur collar of a winter jacket. Their eyes were sharp, with glowing dark blue irises and black sclera, half of their face was black like scorch marks, their nose looked more like a dog's muzzle and their mouth was twisted in a whide and way too sharp grin full of yellowed teeth.
That's why he was running. He was running from that man.
He doesn't remember when he started running or how long he was running for, but he remembers turning around at some point. He wished he didn't. He wished he never saw the man monster that was running after him. He wished he never saw the pack of giant, monstrous hounds.
So he run and run and run and run and-
He tripped over a tree root.
He was going to die because of a fucking tree root.
He tried to get up, to start running again, but he couldn't. Why couldn't he get up? Why couldn't he get up?! WHY-
The wolves were closer now. He could practically feel their harsh breathes next to his ear, could hear their sharp teeth grinding against each other and he could smell their awful sent.
The monster ran in front of him, grin even more twisted than before and tail (ofcourse he has a tail) swinging behind him. Ge got down to property meet his eyes. The thing looked at him with big puppy like eyes, pupils dilated enough to almost hide his glowing blue irises (why do they look so familiar? Huh. He can't remember right now).
As he looked at the man in front of him debating if he any chance to get out of this he hears the bushes around them rushel. The man in front of him looked up, dog like ears perching up and tail waggling even more.
Soft steps hit the ground coming to a stop right out of his line of sight.
"Not now love." the voice that spoke was smooth like silk and quiet, the voice you would use with a toddler, but it had an edge of danger in it that contrasted so much with the softness but bleeding together so nicely at the same time. They sounded like a person that could kill you while taking in the softest way possible.
The man in front of gim rises to his feet going to sit next to the other person.
"Give him some more time." they said and before he could process what was said the grass started enveloping him dragging him into the ground.
He tried to scream, he tried to scream his lungs out as he was dragged deeper and deeper into the forest floor.
Why did he stopped running?
Oli shot up from his bed breathing heavily. He almost fell off the side of his bed before catching himself. He settled himself in the middle of the bed pressing his hands to his eyes trying to stop the tears that were welling in his eyes as he took deep breathes to try and calm himself down. It was just a dream. Ofcourse it was just a dream, what else could it have been?
His eyes turned to the phone that was sitting on his nightstand. He took it and opened it. It read 7:30 amHe was supposed to be to meet the museum's curator in 15 minutes. Well. He was screwed.
He jumped out of bed running to the bathroom quickly washing himself. After that he went to his suitcase and put on a fresh set of chlotes. He didn't bother with breakfast, he'll get lunch somewhere. He grabbed his keys and ran to the parking lot. Whe he got to the front door Sausage spotted him.
"Hey Oli!" the man said cheeky as ever "You in a hurry?"
"Yea. I gotta get to work" Oli said trying to ignore the weird sense of uneasiness that was creating up his spine. "Woke up late. Didn't get to eat you know." his words were coming out fast. He really needed to get going." Ye he was gonna ignore it. Ignore how he seemed a bit taller than yesterday, how his smile was a bit too whide and a bit too sharp or how his eyes seemed just a bit too bright.
"Oh well there is this nice vegetarian bistro quite close to the museum. Oh- The Pub also serves food so you can-"
"Thanks Sausage but i really need to get going." he said cutting the man off.
As he ran out of the doot he heard a small goodbye from Sausage. He run across the lot and got into his car starting it and beginning the hopefully short drive to the museum.
It was 7:50 when he got to the museum. He parked his car, got out and ran to the big oak doors that lead to the big lobby.
The lobby was a big circular room, the walls were pure white with big darl oak pillars. He looked up and where the cealing was supposed to be he saw a big glass dome. It let in so much natural light that every corner of the room was lit up. The dome was painted with twelve figures dressed in all kinds of royal clothes. Hm. Some historical figures if he would have to guess.
As he looks at all the details in the room he hears the unmistakable sound of heavy boots hitting marble flooring. The boots weren't the only thing that was hitting the floor. It sounded lighter and more like metal than the boots. It sounded like... a cane maybe?
As he looks in the direction of the sound he saw a man approaching him. He had messy brown hair tied in a low ponytail tied with a blue ribbon, rectangular glasses sat on his nose and a fluffy beard hugged his face. He wore a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to sit just above his elbows, brown pants and heavy combat boots. In his right hand sat a metal cane (he knew it) with an ornate wooden handle and, in contrast with the man's image, the cane was decorated with all kinds of stickers. From were he was he could see some of them, a cartoon sun, a cat's face, a thunderbolt, some flowers a gem of some kind and a bunch more he couldn't see. When the man got closer Oli saw a nameplate pinned to his shirt that read "Pixl Riffs".
The man- Pixl, stopped in front of him with a bright smile.
"Hello! You must be Oli." Oli nodded deciding to let the man continue. "Right, wonderful!" Pixl stretched his hand out for Oli to shake it so that was exactly what he did. "My name is Pixl. Oh you can call me Pix if you want. Some of my friends call me that. Anyways!" he clapped and started walking into a hallway. Oli instantly started following the man. Listen. He needed to make a good impression.
"I am the curator, but i do most of the work here." he said leading Oli thrue whinging hallways and giant display rooms. " I'm not make you start working today, I just want to introduce you to the work you'll be doing here. It's not much don't worry."
They entered a small office. Pixl went to sat at the table and started fiddling wit some papers. When Oli sat down opposite to him on one of the chairs Pixl started writing on some papers.
"You'll be managing doing security stuff. Patrol the halls at night, make sure everyone that enters pays stuff like that" he said not looking up from the paper he was currently scribbling on. "I'll give you an schedule that'll tell you when you need to come in during the day and when you need to come during the night. If i need you outside of the hours written there I'll call you. Is that ok with you?"
"Yea that's perfectly fine." Oli said trying to sneak a look at what the man was writing down.
"Ok. Amazing." Pixl gave him the paper. It had written some hours, days, stuff like that. He'll check it out later it's fine.
He was about to ask Pixl something when said man's phone started calling. Pixl looked at the screen and hus eyes widen a bit.
"Well that'll be uf for today that." Oli got out of his chair heading to the door.
"Bye Pixl. See you tomorrow"
"Goodbye Oli." he saw Pixl give him a little wave as he closed the door.
As he started walking to his car he heard his stomach growl.
You know what, he thought, That bistro Sausage was talking about sounds really nice right now.
You hear you steps as you run. They ring in your ears. The ring so loudly in the claustrophobic halls that were stretching on for miles. In other situation you would be careful, make sure you don't make noise in hopes he won't hear you, see you, but that's worthless right now. The walls see you. He sees you.
Why did you entered the tomb? Did you even enter to begin with? You don't remember. All you remember is a faint blue glow as you were running thrue the forest and now you are here, in this awful catacomb.
It's getting small, the tunnel. You'll die here. You know that.
There are cracks forming in the walls. You think he's quite hungry right now.
The walls fall and your be dead soon.