u/Haunting-Buyer8532
These RESULTS are abysmal! Do better next time or it’s THE BEAST with you!
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 2 days ago
They fled, and the rest had to find them.
And when 85 registered that was what he had to do—
He took him away, and he could do nothing.
There was the barracks but they were out of the barracks onto the turf of the land of the objects. He remembered where was 53? and no no no HE took 53 with him and he was so scared and HE and him disappeared far far away and no no he had to find him.
He dashed throughout the land, scouring any place he could be and that other part of him pleaded to stop and turn away to safety but he couldn’t. HE COULDN’T. And when he found 53
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It was best that 85 sticker to the NOW…
And he eventually found one of the eliminated, and as luck had it, it was one of his teammates…
So he led Error back to the tent but
For some reason he just couldn’t…
No, he couldn’t leave one of his friends in a hell like that… He had to keep them hidden, keep them safe.
That would be a good enough place to keep them.
A safe place, a happy place.
He wouldn’t lose them.
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 9 days ago
Lying on the couch, I heard muffled shouts from the streets outside.
I simply turned the volume up on my television.
“-a gun!-”
What?
I listened closely, and heard a shrill scream.
Fuck.
I parted the blinds slightly and through the darkness of the suburbs at night, glimpsed a girl drenched in red stumble past as more screams rang out.
Fuck! Fuck!
Gotta get Joseph. Gotta keep him safe.
I dashed through the hallways and into his room.
He was safely asleep in his bed.
“Joey? Wake up. Wake up baby.”
“Wha-? Why are you waking me up?”
“Look, you’re gonna have to hide in the closet.”
“No!”
“SHHHH! I know you’re scared but there’s nothing in there. See for yourself.”
I always leave the closet door open when he goes to bed so he always knows there's nobody in there.
“I’m scared.”
“I’m sorry, but you won't be in there for long. It’ll just be like hide and seek.”
I shepherded him inside and closed the closet door.
“Just be calm and quiet, I love you.”
I dialled three numbers on my phone.
It rang, and rang, and rang.
“911, what’s the nature of your emergency?”
My voice quivered as I spoke.
“There’s people yelling and screaming outside my house, and I heard someone mention a gun, and some lady covered in blood ran by. Do you, do you have any officers nearby?”
I told the operator my address.
“Remain hidden in a safe place until you hear a knock at the door. That’ll be an officer telling you an all-clear.”
Those minutes spent fearfully huddled in front of his bedroom door for what felt like hours. I didn’t hear any gunshots, thankfully.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I cautiously opened the door and an officer was there.
“Well, there wasn’t really a shootout, just some teens in a water war, things like that happen all the time.”
“Water war?”
“Basically, these kids grab some of their water guns and start spraying each other. The last one untouched and dry wins.”
“But there was blood!”
“Food coloring. Or ink, I'm not really sure of the specific ingredient. They mixed it in so they could easily identify who was shot.”
“Why RED? And why do it in the middle of the night?!”
“Want the real answer? They were idiots…”
“I see…”
After the nice officer left, I sighed as I made my way to Joseph's room.
All a false alarm.
I find him snug in bed, tired eyes staring at me.
“I’m sorry for scaring you sweetie… it was just a false alarm.”
“I know, I heard you and the officer talking.”
Odd, he wouldn't have heard us all the way in his room, and I’m certain he didn't exit his bedroom during the conversation.
Maybe his hearing is better than I thought.
I moved to open the closet door for him.
“No! Don’t–”
Inside, a bloody, mangled, and torn-apart corpse fell to the floor with a damp THUD.
It looked so much like Joseph. So much like him.
A growl rang from the bed:
“So close…”
u/Dont_lookbehind — 14 days ago
When I woke up this morning, there in my mind: worry. Concern. Foreboding. The sun rose up into the horizon, just now visible, like every morning.
I inspected the concern in my mind. The closest connection I could form: Something is missing. Something serious.
I strolled to my kitchen. I checked every cupboard. Just how I left it. I seized one bowl with one box, producing my meal.
There’s some sort of title on the box, but I’m not perceiving the words right. There’s some type of fog in my mind.
Knocking rings throughout the house. It must be Beth. She’s my good friend. We know both of us.
My inner monologue feels off. Likely nothing, I should tell myself this often. I don’t know why.
I open the door. I let her inside my house.
She sighed. She looked nervous. She looked like she thought herself foolish.
“It’s my book.” She spoke. “I think they’re broken.”
I replied in turn. “How’s it even possible for books to be broken?”
She flipped the book open to some text inside.
Something’s wrong with the print. It seems like roughly twenty to fifty percent of the text couldn’t register in my perception. Like something…
I’m not finding the right words…
She showed me her texts. Most of them were incomprehensible to both of us.
The worry grew into some feeling or emotion I don’t think I have the words for. Or likely ones I’m oblivious to, but I shouldn’t be.
I whimpered. “Is it possible that this isn’t confined to us? Could there be more people with this… this fog, this block, this…”
She responded. “I don’t know.”
We both couldn’t bring ourselves to check. The intense worry consumed everything.
“Something stolen from us?” I suggested.
She didn’t reply.
I briefly considered checking if the news knew of this, but there was that worry returning, so I didn’t.
We didn’t consume food until our intestines howled.
I couldn't find the titles of the food we consumed.
I let her rest in my house with me. She deserved this kindness following this… I’m not finding the right word.
The moon rose while we commenced sleep in my bed.
When I woke up, there’s some girl in my cot with me.
Why don’t I recollect her title?
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 15 days ago
▲ 12 r/ObjectShows
u/May-is-my-day what do you think of this shitpost?
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 17 days ago
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 18 days ago
art’s all about pushing boundaries, man…
u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 18 days ago
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u/Haunting-Buyer8532 — 22 days ago