IMSCARED: A PIXELATED NIGHTMARE
Based on the game, based on the creepypasta, both by Ivan Zanotti.
Written by Hollis Pierman.
WARNING: This is a fan-made depiction of the creepypasta and game of the same name. Game can be found on GameJolt or IndieDB.
Also, this story is depicted through the person who's IN the game, not the player. This story is also rated M for violence, gore and moderate/severe language.
ACT 1
Part 1: Awakening
I remember now... I was just sitting in the bar, getting away from everyone. What a chore everything is, the towels are washable... Wash 'em for crying' out loud! Anyway, then out of nowhere, I was knocked out cold, and I'm now here, here being an empty room, save for the wardrobe, door painted "Exit", and a bed with a nightstand. I found no way out, because when I tried to open the door, a note appeared saying that I need a heart to open it. Why would you need a heart to open a door? Is a heart now a key to the universe or some bullshit like that? Anyway, I found no other way out (obviously not the wardrobe), and I found myself wandering aimlessly around the room. Until I noticed something peculiar under the nightstand. It was a tiny little key; the wardrobe was locked, so it only made sense that it was the only thing that could open in this hellhole. To my dismay, all there was: blood stains. I followed the wall to see if anything peculiar was in it (for safety measures), when I came upon a narrow hallway that hadn't been there before. At the end, was a ladder leading down to who knows where. Gotta find out though.
PART 2: Discovery
The ladder ended, and so did my descent, and a corridor appeared in front of my eyes. On each side were many doors (it seemed like an infinite amount). I suppose we gotta try to open all of them, if we're going to make it at all. The first two doors didn't open, but the second on the right was the first to open. It was a plain ol' room with bookshelves and nightstands. Except with a little surprise behind the bookcase on the right! It was a very rusty key, and it seemed like the end was going to fall off before long. I exited the room and proceeded to open more doors. The next door to open was the second door on the left. What was in it, was only what seemed to be a cage, with rusty metal bars holding it, but through the bars, I caught a glimpse of a white, hollow face. It had a huge grin on its face, and blank eyes which looked like they were bleeding black blood. It faded into obscurity for who knows how long; when I am past the vicinity of those bars, for whatever reason, I'll be stuck in this hellhole forever with it. The next door to open was the last door to the right, and it was hardly anything special, save for red carpeting, but upon further inspection, what I was currently stepping on was dried up blood from God-knows how many victims. The next door to open was the last door on the left (and the last door in general). All it had was a black pit, but before I opened this door though, I caught glimpse of a pretty lady, who seemed to have a lot of personality within. I entered the room, and only heard a numbingly loud, short laugh. Since there was nothing better to do, I turn around, and the painting has been stained with blood. I try to open all of the other locked doors in this wretched corridor, and I found the first one to the left was the only one that was able to open. So I traverse through a short passage of dried blood, and at the end of the passage was a still-pulsating heart, just lying there. I know I shouldn't have done what I was about to do, but it was the only thing I could do, so I picked it up, and the white face I saw through the bars closed in on me, and I faded into what seemed like death.