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“Ughhhh..”
Naren didn’t know where he was.
He could barely remember anything..
—
“This is stupid. You know this is stupid, right?”
Naren was going through the wall of one of the rooms in #7f.
He really didn’t want to do this, but Bill and Ronald really wanted to, and Async probably wouldn’t like Naren coming back alone.
Well, maybe they wouldn’t mind since they weren’t supposed to go into another area, but Naren still wanted to stick by his co-workers.
“Can’t see shit..” Naren mumbled as he turned on his flashlight.
“What the fuck is that.. Is that a son of a fucking - WOAH!” He almost dropped the camera.
“What - you good?” Bill asked him.
“Oh god, oh god, alright that’s a.. Alright, yeah, okay, that’s a - it’s a mannequin.”
Naren zoomed in on the mannequin.
“Yeah, so it’s a mannequin. It’s like a - it’s like a mannequin and uh.. A steering wheel? Like a ship steering wheel, though.”
Naren turned off the camera and helped Ronald and Bill through the wall.
“Oh.. that’s.. Weird.” Ronald grumbled.
Naren turned the camera back on.
“Feels more like a.. Feels different, but, uhm..-”
—
Naren ever so slightly opened his eyes.
He was covered in what looked to be clothes. The smell - oh, the smell was awful.
He wasn’t in his hazmat suit, which was weird.
Where are Bill and Ronald? Where am I?
Naren tried to get up but collapsed very fast.
I am so tired..
He fell asleep once again.
—
The group was walking towards a TV.
It was playing strange symbols in what Naren assumed was Mandarin and also playing funky music.
“What the fuck?” Naren, Bill, and Ronald all said.
They were now next to the TV. The footage on it showed a camera zooming into a spatula-
Noises were heard from behind them.
“What was that sound..?” Naren turned around and said.
“What was that fucking sound!?”
“Quiet, quiet, quiet..” Bill said.
“Guys we have to go. Let’s just go.”
The strange noises (which sounded like heavy footsteps) kept going. Naren was freaked the fuck out.
“Careful. Is it.. Just be quiet.” Bill said.
“I don’t really care, man-”
A door near Ronald opened, and something emerged, sending Ron to the ground.
“Jesus fuck!-”
Naren sprinted in the opposite direction of the door.
“What the fuck!?”
—
Naren’s eyes fluttered open.
He still felt weak, his stomach hurt, hell, his whole body hurt.
If he ran away.. Why was he here? Was he still in KV31?
He started to get up every so slightly.
Naren’s whole body ached. But if he wanted to get out, he’d need to get up first.
When he finally got up, he got confirmation that he still was in KV31.
“Ah, fuck..”
When he tried to get up, his knees buckled almost immediately. Naren let out a whisper-yell.
He checked his surroundings. He was in a medium-sized room with its.. Whole orientation sideways?
Naren looked up and saw a whole sideways hallway in the ceiling.
Ronald and Bill would have a field day with this. Ronald would probably be like ‘we should get a very tall ladder and see what’s at the top!’.
Naren snickered and somehow his right-arm throbbed. He looked down.
A disgusting gash was on it.
Naren screamed.
—
Naren ran for his life. He ran past all the things Async would marvel if they had time to look at it. He ran past weirdly-shaped rooms. He ran past a goddamn bathroom..
In short, he just ran.
Naren remembered he had his radio on him.
“Standard!? Bill!? Anyone!?”
His radio crackled, and the familiar voice of Bill barely cut through, but it was still too staticky.
“Bill!”
The radio crackled once more, then turned off.
“Fuck!”
Naren ran around the corner and tripped over something.
A.. mannequin in the floor?
Naren immediately got back up and opened a door, slamming it shut.
He kept running, and running, and running.
Finally, Naren sat down in a corner. He was too tired to continue for the time being.
What. Just. Happened.
—
Somehow, Naren’s brain ached. There was so much stuff happening.
He was clutching his left knee (it hurt more than the other one). Sadly, he was now out in the open. He was a sitting duck.
Naren knew it would hurt, but he got up again.
“Ow!”
Naren stumbled, almost facepalming into the floor.
What day was it..
It was foggy, but Naren remembered (kind of) when the day of the incident happened. It was.. June 17th? 21st? 18th? No, he was pretty sure it was June 19th.
But he seemed to be out for a while.
So it could be anywhere from the 20th to.. 27th? 28th?
Once again, his body hurt. His stomach felt twisted, his knees felt like knives, and his head was throbbing, and so much other stuff was just hurting.
He could make out some more of his surroundings now. To his left, there was a dark hallway. To his right, there was an entrance to a room.
He started limping over to the hallway and-
“Ow.. ow.. Ow.. ow.. Ow..”
Naren wheezed. God, his knees hurt like hell (it was weird since he didn’t see anything on his knees, and his right-arm should be hurting way more).
He continued, one step at a time. Put your front foot forward, then your back, then forwards, then backwards, then forwards, then backwards..
—
Naren was fiddling with this.. Machine? He’s pretty sure it’s a radio.
“Ah, fuck..work, work, work..”
The radio turns on with a beep noise. He feels relieved.
“Standard? Standard, can you-can you hear me? This is Naren, and I've um... I've been separated, uh, from the others and I think I'm okay but I'm not sure where I am. I've never been out this far before so I don't-Um, There was this uh... I didn't get a good look at it, but there's um… there's something else in here. I need you guys. Okay? I need you guys to get me, please! ...Fuck, I need you guys to come out and get me? Can you come please, Standard? Standard?”
A loud noise from the hallway behind him interrupts him.
“Oh fuck! Fuck..”
Naren waits in scared silence before a seagull flies through the hallway.
He yelps, startled by what just happened.
Naren starts heading towards the seagull (who’s on the ground) slowly. Suddenly, as if something turned an ‘on’ switch inside it, the seagull wakes up and flies through the room, startling him once again.
Naren starts heading towards the hallway. He peers cautiously into it, and he saw a.. He saw a pirate wheel and another one fused into the ceiling? Goddamnit, this place makes no sense.
He starts walking through the hallway. When he reaches some light, he sees a banner in the wall. Naren barely could make out the words, but it seemed to say ‘NO CREDIT N-’ before it cut off.
He looks up at the ceiling, which has water stains? There’s also an ottoman next to it and leaves on the ground-
Creaaak!
Naren turns back. A silhouette emerges from it.
He starts running.
When he reaches the end of the hallway, there’s two hallways. He picks the left one, and he turns back for a split second to see the figure still chasing him.
“Fuck.. fuck.. Fuck!”
He runs down this hallway to see another two paths. He runs into the right one.
Naren enters a room with a beach wallpaper. It seems to be a dead end..
He sees a door.
Naren runs towards it, and tries to open it.
Locked.
“Oh my god.. Fuck! Fuck!”
He tries to run back into the hallway, but the figure is already there.
He drops his camera as the figure rips off a bit of his arm, causing a massive gash. It slams Naren into the wall, before ripping a bit of his hazmat off. This is how I’m going to die, Naren thinks.
The figure starts dragging him, and Naren loses consciousness.
—
Naren got used to the pain after a while, which was good.
His white-button up was soaked with blood. Well, mostly on his right arm, but still.
He hoped Bill and Ronald survived, even if they were being dicks..
Naren felt like his skull was bobbing around in his head, and it felt so.. Weird.
Maybe it’s because he’s only broken a few bones before hand and never anything like that goddamn figure did.
Maybe it’s going to be good to get some rest, he thought.
Naren limped towards a corner covered by some walls, and sat, and oh, his bones felt like they were crunching.
He thought rest would be a good idea, but.. He didn’t want the same figure or something different to find him and rip him to pieces.
Naren spent a lot of time just staring at the walls.
He hoped he’d be out of this hellhole soon enough.