Cryaotic fanfiction: The lonely end
Chapter 1: Dream and denial
An hour that's all it took; one hour and this world has gone to shit. Everything was fine I sat as usual at my desk editing today's video and thinking about what'll happen next in the game, how was I to know I'd soon be living it? I take a final check satisfied with the footage I upload the video, leaning back in my chair with a sigh "I'm tired" talking to nobody in particular. It's Sunday, but I really like the current game so even tired as I was after the stream; I still wanted to upload a video. Laying on my bed my eyes feel heavy and my body just the same, except I can't sleep. I walk downstairs to hear the stifled voices of some visitors we have from the living room; I quietly walk by not wanting to get caught in the conversation. Taking some sleeping tablets from the cupboard I know that they're strong so I only take the one, I go to my room and drift into an uneasy slumber; something isn't right.
THUD! Startled I bolt upright on the bed within my daze I try to focus on where the sound is coming from but I can't. The tablet I took to sleep is strong, trying to stand my head pounds and I get a blood rush further disabling my senses. A moment later I smell the rancid odor of something rotten, something that's unnatural; I can feel it. That gut feeling when you know everything relies on your next move I freeze and stay as quiet as possible, my vision centering I see it. The rotten corpse alive with its blind white eyes, pale blue skin, that of a human who should be dead. I know what IT is, I've played video games long enough to know. However that's the thing, this is reality, I once said that what I was afraid of most was reality not anything fictional or made up, this is reality so why are THEY here. I refuse to call them what they are, this isn't some game they shouldn't exist; no they don't exist.
It's looking at me with eyes that do not see I'm not scared, Breathe, stand still and wait. Hearing nothing it slowly drags its rotten corpse out of my room leaving behind its horrifyingly prominent stench. Slowly I lower myself to sit down careful not to alert it, what the hell is going on I feel like screaming, shouting, anything to work out the frustration and confusion in my head; but I cant. This cannot be happening, these things are from games I'm not afraid but… dreaming I must be dreaming. How else can a created fictional monster be here, I've been pissed off lately so I guess this is a good chance to work out some anger; I doubt IT is the only one. That's right it, them, they, that's what I'm going to call them I refuse to call them zom- … no I'm not even going to say it because this is just a dream.