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[Hello players!], squeaked the miniature sized…thing, doing loopty loops in the air. It was only about 2 feet tall. Its skin was chalk white and had a beaming red nose. It wore a hat, similar to that of a jester, with 4 lappets donning 4 bells giving off a holy and graceful light on each end. The hat had many different colors in stripes, even leading down to its pants and shirt in the same pattern.
As soon as the 'jester' spoke, a protective and safe aura swept across the whole subway station, making everyone feel extremely safe, like a baby in a mothers arms. Like a freezing man near a fireplace.
Some eventually gained their barings and realized that the 'jester' was flying. No string in sight. It was also doing many tricks in the air as if putting on a show, earning the undivided attention from everyone around. Suddenly, a voice filled the eerily quiet subway station, "Are they shooting a movie?".
Everyone instantly came to that realization. That was because there was no rational answer to what was happening.
"Are holograms finally a thing?" Someone muttered. Everyone eventually settled down and continued on while some more cautious people started to leave.
"Cain…" I heard a soft whisper from a raspy voice to my right. It was Kale, my childhood friend. We went through literal hell together, as both of us had no family, and grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage wasn't well kept, donning rotting wooden walls and a moldy smell beyond comprehension. It was also corrupt, with the owners only caring about the donations from willing citizens, keeping all of it and leaving us to die. Therefore they didn't care about the kids and we had to fend for ourselves, against kids who lost all reason to some resulting to cannibalism. We, as children, grew up killing, in an endless pit of hell that we once called home, where we could only trust ourselves. Eventually escaping due to a fire, we saw the vast world for the first time. We went from only eating mold and some… other things to survive, to eating white bread. Sure, to others white bread wasn't a daily snack but the difference to us was heaven and hell.
Soon, Kale's voice filled my mind, snapping me out of my reminiscence.
"There's… No cameras here, and the flying monkey looks pissed."
Being used to the humor of Kale, I knew what he was trying to say.
"You're saying this is real?"
"Not too far off. Me, with my handsomeness and intellect of a couple billion 5 year olds, can comprehend this. I'm more surprised that you, with all those shitty novels you read, wouldn't believe this."
Not long after Kale's rant, a horrible grinding echoed through everyone's minds, many times worse than nails on a chalkboard. It made your very soul tremble and caused your hairs to stand on end. An incessant ringing filled my ears as my body uncontrollably trembled due to a primal fear I didn't know existed until now.
The noise was actually it grinding its teeth, these teeth were sharp beyond comprehension, making you feel like it could cut steel like tofu.
Suddenly, the motherly aura disappeared, being replaced by a much more ferocious aura. It was quite eerie and incredibly murderous. With it causing the earth itself to shake and the surrounding to slowly start to collapse on us, it was something you would expect a demon god to give off. Very far off from the once soothing aura from before.
The golden bells on its hat suddenly changed as well, turning into miniature bloody skulls of seemingly different creatures. All unknown and each giving off their own powerful aura, causing everyone's fear to rise once again as well as quicken the collapse of the surroundings.
[How… Impudent… A GROUP OF ANTS LOOK DOWN ON ME? HOW DARE YOU THINK OF ME AS A MERE FIGMENT OF HUMAN IMAGINATION! I AM AN ADMINISTRATOR!!]
With its eyes bulged and an incredibly twisted smile, it reached out its hand and conjured a red liquid ball about the size of a bowling ball while having a blood red tone, seemingly hovering in place as well as staying together by a mysterious and intangible force. It had many terrifying, neon red tentacles piercing out of it, each moving as if they had their own will. Every single one gave an aura of chaos and destruction, leaving one with no other emotion than despair.
I saw a crimson flash, like a red firework exploded above, with a flashbang-like effect afterward. The ringing in my head intensified to the point where my brain couldn't register it in any other way anymore other than pain. My mind was melting and my heart was beating out of my chest. Veins bulge out of my skin reaching the width of a pencil. This was a pain worse than I've ever faced, worse than getting eaten alive. It was as if a never ending, eternal flame was burning each and every cell of my body, slowly, with as much pain as possible, as well as ripping out parts of my soul only to grind them to non-existence.
Soon, the effect wore off. My eyes became clearer while I was wondering why I was sitting in a somewhat sticky liquid. Pushing myself up with a somewhat foggy gaze, I realized I was drooling, not necessarily saliva but also a mix of other bodily fluids I didn't know existed. Slowly looking down, wondering why i felt like i was in a kiddie pool of syrup, i realized it was blood. …I was sitting in a puddle of blood.
I quickly looked around and saw about half of the original people around me were dead. Some with a single hole in their skull to others who were completely mutilated. Upon a sudden enlightenment, I realized they were all of the people who came to terms with it being a movie. I shuddered at the thought that anything that was a somewhat worse offense to the tiny jester, would lead to dire consequences. I hurriedly looked around, hoping Kale was alright. My mind drifted to the worst of scenarios, but it helped knowing he was against the movie idea from the start.
I looked around frantically, my head spinning at speeds I didn't believe was possible, my eyes processing information to find my friend at the cost of my rationality.
My eyes scanning the faces of the deceased as if I were a robot.
"Cain!" It was a distant voice, but it could be heard. It echoed off seemingly invisible walls. I knew it was Kale, but why did he seem… So far away.? My mind eventually cleared, realizing Kale was at my feet, perfectly fine, doing snow… I mean blood angles in the giant pool of horror. "Quit daydreaming dickhead."
Ignoring that, I was relieved. While everyone else broke down mentally, crying on the floor, curled up into a ball, drooling everywhere and just straight up passing out, we were fine. We lived in a pool of blood for our whole life, and, albeit rarely, eating our own kind to survive. All from a young age. Meaning it tempered our mind to think this was… well… normal. While I was more cold hearted, strategic, and rational. Kale was.. Kale. Funny, protective and hotblooded. He was also insanely decisive. If he made up his mind to do something, you're not stopping him.
[Ehem…] We heard a cough, hinting to pay attention, in the distance.
[As I was saying, Welcome players!]
The scene around us warped and shifted into a grassy meadow. It looked incredibly peaceful, but the energy surrounding it said otherwise.
[Welcome to the 1st plane of the tower! Gredlock!]