You've come here before…
But something changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Changed.
Maybe it would have been better if the flowers hadn't been there to break your fall.
You slowly pushed yourself up, the flowers underneath your hands itching your hands and bare feet. You glanced around at your surroundings. You had fallen through a hole with sunlight filtering through. It was high enough to snap your neck. Maybe that's why you came down here.
You pressed a hand to your face, running a finger through your hair, trying to wrap your mind around this. But as you did so, you noticed something strange… you didn't have a face.
Panicking, you pressed a finger into the spot where the creases of your eyes would normally be. There was skin covering that spot, smooth and cold. Your fingers dug into your head, tugging at it, pressing it, trying to wrench open a mouth. You kept pulling, nearly to the point of drawing blood. You tried to scream, tightening your vocal cords, but no sound came out. With shaking legs, you stood up, staring into the blackness that greeted you. Everything was deathly silent, except for a screeching ringing in your ears. You dragged yourself forward out of the light, the dark swallowing you wholly, leaving you with nothing but yourself. The tunnel was humid and wet, hot air swarmed the nostrils you didn't have. Holding a hand over your eyes from the damp air, you walked onward, hoping for a light source.
Your bare feet slid over something wet in the dark hallway, along with squishy lumps. You shivered as your feet slid over this meaty substance, and pressed onward. You saw a wink of light in the distance, so with a quick burst of speed you ran to it. You reached the end of the tunnel with a deep breath, but immediately wished you hadn't as the fiery smell of rotting flesh invaded your lungs, making you burst into a chorus of spasmodic coughs.
The light was coming from another hole from the rocky ceiling, which you now noticed had pieces of pumping machinery in it, along with long lines of cracking wire, and the constant whirr of machinery.
Light spilled down onto a patch of glimmering, wet grass, in the middle sat a trembling flower. It's petals had been torn and eaten at, parts of its stem and face had splotches of white liquid stained on it, along with bloodstains. Its mouth was scarred and deformed, it was ripped all the way up to it's cheek, where blood steadily dripped out of it's mouth. It also had one, bulging eye with a tiny bloodshot pupil that stared around hungrily, as if it couldn't get enough of what it was looking at. The other eye was tiny and shriveled. It's grotesque grin widened, and a stream of blood and sap dripping down it's face. It's mouth stretched to say something, but all that came out was a wet gurgling in the back of it's throat. You jumped back in fear, as the gurgling grew strained. The flower began to choke on it's own throat, then hacked out a bout of bloody, chunky, white vomit.
You stumbled backward in disgust, the flower shakily lifted it's head to look at you, vomit dripping down it's twisted mouth. It wrenched open it's mouth once more, and the flower formed a single, gurgling, wet word.
"Die."
Then it burrowed into the ground, leaving you with nothing. Your heart pounded in your throat. You composed yourself with shaking hands, fear coursing through your veins at what might happen afterwards. With bated breath you waited for some monster to pop up and scare you.
But nobody came.
You let your pent-up breath escape your lungs. You continued on, careful not to step in the puddle of bile seething on the floor. The door to the RUINS loomed ahead, a musty, cobweb coated hole, engraved with the monster's religious symbol- the Delta Rune, a sign of hope, protection, and determination.
There didn't seem to be much of those things here.
AN: So that was chapter one! How did you like it? Write your critiques in the comments below, please and thank you!