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hi guys!.i've always like to write [a lot]haha. So i decided to write a little novel here.[ typos] It's not really that serious, but i kind of like the plot. let's see where this may be going haha. i already made the prologue, and decided to share it with you. sadly, i haven't finished any of my novels :[ (serious ones: like two?). hopefully, one day i finish all of my stories :=)
so here it is. thank you for reading, ly.
𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊
warning: violence,strong language.
𝐈'm walking through the streets of a silent city. No one looks at me. They just follow their daily routine. We don't have individual thoughts so for my own pleasure, I tend to bump into whatever figure comes in my vision. I can see their taciturn expression in a magnificient angle. It's all the same. They're all the same. We're all the same.
"sorry" - an almost digustingly silent voice apologizes.
His voice excites me
"do you want to hook up?"- i say without thinking.
"are you free at noon?"- he answers with the same monotone voice.
"forget it"- my voice sounds a little aggressive.
I keep walking like nothing has happened, until a timid but strong hand grabs me by the arm.
"do you want to kill somebody?"- he asks with the same monotone voice making me a little curious about this timid guy.
"only if you are sure we won't get caught" - i follow the game.
"so, are you free at noon?"- he replies.
"noon it's fine"- this is the most fun i've had in a while, my response seems alluring for the timid man grabbing my hand.
Our eye contact breaks after we hear the oh-so-familiar voice of the animator.
"hello residents, please continue in your path so you don't block other resident's way"- a chirpy voice announces.
I feel a tiny paper slide through my hand, and without missing the mischivious smile in the timid guy faces, we part ways.
"a fun day will be" -a thought arises as the wind make my hair flow in different ways.
𝟹𝟶 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴏɴ
i've never killed anyone before. i know it's wrong, but the rush of being in control of someone else's life makes my bones ache for the act to happen. An animator aks me where i'm going and i say "super" because that's the easiest way out. Honestly, in this city we all seem very confused and most of times i don't know how did i even got here.
I call Jack to see if he's coming.
"jack, you coming or not?"- my voice struggles as i try to pretend that i'm jogging.
"you just came to town and you are already making trouble- a tired jack answers-"no, i'm not going, i like how calm this life is."
he hangs up.
A little droplet tinkles in my hand, and an unexpicable pain arises on my chest.
"what the fuck jack?!"- i scream on my mind, tasting the rain that it's about to hit in a more hazarous way.
"excuse me resident, it's raining, lockdown is considerable"- an animator comes with the familiar chirpy voice, that makes me feel more and more suffocated.
i manage somehow.
"alright, thanks, advice taken".- i respond, trying to brush the uneasiness.
After all, I really go to the super. The machine that it's standing right in front of me, doesn't understand the pain and confusion,we as a species, have to go through. Envy arises on my veins. Why life can't be more like before? trying to surive is really tiring. My hand plays with my hair, while i zip the milk i bought.
𝟷𝟶 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴏɴ
"fuck"- i scream after no one is around.
My hands go repeatdly through my face, almost in a worrying way. A step, two steps, almost running. Faintly,on the background, i can hear the animator calling me out.
"resident, why are you running?, abort" the chirpy voice suddenly turns cold.
i slow down my pace. defying one of them never does any good.
Getting dangerously closed to P.M's shack, a few breaths with anxiety mixed in get out from me. All of the residents are standing by, some of them with the same look as me, others cunningly happy, others taciturn as always. I notice the timid guy by the front door, he's now with that curious smile of his. he waves and signalizes me to come close.
"you came"- he finally pronounces.-" thought you wouldn't be free by noon"
huh?
he dissapears through the long and dark door, leaving me confused. the residents keep coming in, typing what it seems a code in a virtual keyboard. time passes and i see some of them back down and go back to their own paths. should i really be doing this? anxiety stars creeping on my heart.
"we don't want a snitch, you enter or get out"-a last resident calls me with a rough tone.
he's the last one, i've been spending all this time seeing the residents back down or go in,making a choice on their life, choosing a way. what would my choice be today? one step, two steps, gulping so strung that it almost hurts. i get close enough to type the code. what's the code anyway? shit, i don't know the code.
That guy. Maybe he gave me a clue.
"move".- the last resident besides of me, rather pushes me as he types the code in. i'm close enough to hear this hijacked animator answer to him.
"thanks for being free by noon"-the chirpy voice answers him.
the amount of time they spend typing is like two seconds, they use only one hand and the almost mute tapping almost reduce to three or four syllabes. i'm not sure. Exhaling a long breath, i leave all my fate to destiny.
𝙮𝙚𝙨 - my fingers tap.
"thanks for being free by noon" - it's now the turn of the animator to welcome me.
i'm starled as the big door opens in a drizzling sound. My breaths came out in big puffs as i'm now transported into black corridors with a dim light. a sudden voice makes his way into my thoughts.
"yeah, hi, welcome to PM's "are you free by noon?" club"- the voice of a rather excited man appears. "as you all know, we all come here to have a little fun!, as you are a guest you have a shared room with #008129. we are free from animators and freedom is at your own expense! please come back and have a nice smash. PM's out".
Another voice appears,making a little screen appears in my vision.
i can't go back anyway, my mind tries to soothe me as i click on the yes.
"well welcome aboard, here's the indications to the room, it's impossible to get lost".- the automatic voice warns me.
My steps get more confindent as i walk through the long dark corridor, that unwavering feeling attacks my mind and all i can get to think about it's the rush of being in control of someone's else's life, as insanity evolves me, a sudden thought makes me doubt everything.
"am i becoming the animator?"- the realization leaves me cold.
But it's already late as the door slowly opens and the curious smile of the timid guy pulls me in.
"welcome"-he licks his lips as my eyes dart to the resident resting on a metal bed. The resident is rather calm and I feel like vomiting already.- "she's rather calm, but we will loose her up".
"which tool do you prefer?"
i seem to be unable to form a coherent sentence. every answer skyrockets with the beating of my own heart. i'm a monster, my thoughts condenm me.
"this one"- i frantically hold on onto a knife.
"very old-school"- he replies.
"what?"- my nerves are getting the best of me.-"haha, yes"- i try to sound more confident.
he gazes at me with expectation, and as he holds a pair of scizzors, the now evil-grin makes a way into his face.
"just my type"- this is the only words i listen before he jabs the scizzors on the abdomen of the unknown resident,cutting in a vertical line from her ribcage til her bellybutton, the resident lets out a muffled scream. i grab my hair while a panic attack arises on my being.
"oh don't be a mother fucking coward, now"- the guy's voice is now loud and terrifying.
the unknown resident starts convulsing while he grabs my hand and directs it to the closer leg. stab after stab, cry after cry, the monster inside starts to awaken, the monster in me starts to smile. the monster in me starts to enj-
"who the fuck is there?"- the guy screams, annoyed.
my breathing picks up quickly, while i look at what i have done. the leg is almost smashed, all is red. my hands are a blood bath as my clothes, i feel going crazy. maybe i've always being crazy.
"what are you guys playing?"- a tone of voice i'm not familiar with interrupts my revolting actions.
my vision darts slowly at the source. i cant recognize the figure. it's too small, like abnormally small. no one's that small. the guy's just as confused as I am.
"what the fuck are you?"- the guy's terrifying daunting voice wakes me up.
"it's no good to use bad words"- the small figures advises.
she sounds like an animator. i look at the unknown resident, and tears start to fall. i should've listened to jack. i don't know what i am doing. but this feeling... this feeling.
"KENIA, KENIA"- another voice shouts.
the figure appears through a crack of the door. he sees what it looks like "Kenia" and surprising both of us, he hugs "Kenia" strongly. Then, he darts a repulsive glare to us.
"i'm not sorry to tell you, but right now you are dead"
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