Thread:Jallybwan/@comment-31680260-20170816042325/@comment-31680260-20170909000814

Bart woke up in a dark hallway, cracks and holes in the floor around him. ''Huh. Well… that’s interesting.'' Getting up, he noticed that he was in a black school uniform, typical of many Japanese colleges. ''…Shit. This better not be the game I’m thinking of.'' A door opened to his right, and his fears were confirmed. ''Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT—''A little child ghost, about waist height, smiled up at him. Her face was adorable, but… her eye. It was gone. A bleeding, empty socket was all that remained. Another pushed her way past. This one was worse – her whole head was separated from her body. They giggled, somehow, and grabbed his feet. They floated above the ground, flipping him and lifting him up with strange ghostly strength. He knew what was happening next, and he couldn’t do shit about it. He was going to die. And the worst part? Death here was eternal. He would feel the pain of what was about to happen for the rest of his conscious existence. The little girls giggled and started to move forward, gradually picking up speed. Soon they were moving at impossible speeds. His head scraped along the ground, shaving off his ear and most of his face. And then they hit the wall.

SPLAT!

(If you get the reference, I will love you forever) --Jally