Shaking your head and blinking a couple of times before coming to the thought that it was just the anxiety and ink poisoning making you go loopy. "This place seemed to of-" you stopped mid-sentence when the voice from the recording came back causing you to freeze for a second before whipping your head to look at the recording and seeing it was indeed off. Exploring around this new room had you thinking of just all the time you had missed. But that still wasn't enough to calm your shaking figure as you just wanted to go home. The recording ended much to your pleasure. And I will be swept Into your final loving embrace.īut, love requires sacrifice. The figure of ink shines in the darkness. "He appears from the shadows to rain down his sweet blessings upon me. Feeling uncomfortable with the way the words were displayed had you stepping back until jumping forward when an audio recording started playing. Written on the rotten wood wall were the words: He will set us free. With cans of Bacon soup along broken and ink-dripping shelves with ink-filled bowls with what looked to be like mushrooms or eggs? There were also pentagrams with Bendy cutouts underneath them like as if someone were making an offering. Upon entering the was nothing but a small hallway and a staircase that led down into a different room that had an unsettling feeling. Walking over to the boards that blocked the door, using your weak arms as you strained to get one after another off until there was enough room for you to slip through. "That was a long fall." Muttering to yourself as you stood up slowly, feeling your knees pop slightly when doing so ".that must the exit." Looked towards a boarded-up door and ignored the coffins.
Have ruffles at the end of your black dress that reached above your knees with black socks that covered your pale gray legs.
Perhaps it was due to your dwarfed size than the height you originally used to be. Having to practically slide before picking yourself up was a pain. The forever coldness of ink stuck to your body like it was glue.
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