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You stand calmly, waiting for the elevator in an empty, old, carpet filled hallway. You sigh, impatiently, as you idly watch the numbers go up. 6… 7…
The room was filled with noise of an old song, which sounded distorted, but not in a way that you’d mind. At least for now. You tap your foot against the floor, when you suddenly hear footsteps.
You sigh, before suddenly feeling a strange aura around you. The warm lights dim ever so slightly, the music starting to feel eerie and almost repetitive, like you’re stuck in a loop. The air thickens, as you gulp, confused, but still try to remain calm, as you keep waiting.
A man wearing a long coat with fur around his neck, a mask over his face and striking, blue hair slowly moves forward, right next to you. From where you’re standing, you fail to collect your thoughts, as the elevator suddenly lets out a ring, opening swiftly.
You feel yourself entering almost against your will, as if something was pushing you forward. The man comes in after you, standing oddly close. Oh well, you wait, watching the elevator close, as you stay still.
You can’t lay your finger on it, but something about the man… Feels awfully wrong. And even with the mask over his face, you couldn’t help but feel watched.
The elevator began to speed up, before going to an abrupt stop. By that point, you were shivering coldly, your breath hitching as you could not get the hang of what was happening around you.
That, and the man, still standing still and not moving an inch. He was like a statue, you began to wonder how anyone sane could be standing so casually in such a dense environment.
“Pathetic.” The man muffled.
You looked up, starting to lose it as his silhouette started shifting in your vision, the noise of the elevator buzzing beginning to become more and more persistent. What was the meaning of all this?
“E-excuse me?” You utter, panting.
Everything stops, followed by an awfully uncomfortable moment of silence. You could see the smirk from underneath the man’s mask, as he scoffed softly.
“I said…” He turned around…
SMASH.
“Augh-“ You let out, nearly collapsing to the floor. Your hyperventilating intensifies as blood washes over your face. You look down, noticing an oddly thick and sharp syringe in your chest. You begin to sniffle upon realization, you’ve been stabbed.
You pant, covering your mouth as you feel the urge to vomit coming. You slowly look up, before opening your mouth with a gasp and groan yet again, the pain beginning to tuck you in, feeling the syringe moving around.
He smiles, fiddling the syringe a bit before removing it completely. You yell as you feel the sharp pain. He stares at the blood dripping from the tip of the sharp weapon, before back down at you. Not that you could see the details, your vision growing fuzzy as you slide to the floor, shaking.
You started to ponder on your decisions, wondering what led you to this point, were you more careful, this wouldn’t happen – you thought. How could you have gotten tricked so easily? – you feel the guilt wash over you, but not for long, before your main feeling becomes the horrendous pain.
The man slowly stepped up, in satisfaction before crouching in front of your demise. You attempt to look up yet again, even though everything was already blurry in front of your blooded eyes, and suddenly, you feel… His touch on your head as he pets it.
“…Pathetic.”
He let out, sadistically, making you feel oddly soothed, as you cried. The control he had over you was impressive, how he could stab you one moment, and then comfort you the other… You felt like going insane…
But eventually, you began to pass out, too weak to fight back, to think, too weak to even move. You feel relieved as everything begins to shut down in your body, you laying down in a pile of crimson liquid, dying with the man in front of you, as you close your eyes.
What a pathetic way to die.