You staggered forward, only to trip to onto the floor. Your fall was cushioned by the organs and intestines of your former friends. The colorful blood decorating the walls in a rainbow pattern, only one color was missing. In one place you noted an arrow and followed it, in hopes of getting out of there. You continued to follow the arrows till arrays of words were found written haphazardly in different colors; in your friends' blood. You stopped and read one of the walls, it read: "OH BESTT FRIEND! come get me. WE'LL HAVE TONE OS FUCKING FUN WITH YOUR GUTS!" You nearly have a heart attack upon realizing who did all of this. You also find you have no chance of living through any of this. Your legs went of autopilot following the arrows once more. Soon the river of blood you're walking in turns to a sickening blackish color.
It led you to a hallway where the lights didn't work well. You heard a clown horn and turned quickly. Your heart sped up when you couldn't see where it came from. You knew you weren't alone, not with the ever approaching noises. Noises of horns and insane cackles, which were soon accompanied by scratching on the walls, soon felt they came from everywhere. They were all around you. You screamed and shrank into your self, leaning against the wall you were now crying. You blamed yourself for all of this, and not heeding the warning signs.
You looked to your hands, your tears running blood red, the missing color on the walls. You screamed again, much louder and in slight agony, and pure unadulterated fear. You looked to a familiar face. That spoke to you in a slightly trembling but wavy voice the thing unspoken between you both. "I fUcKiNg LoVe YoU bEsT fRiEnD," it told you, before your world was dark. You fell into a world blacker then the one you just came from. The bleak and spiraling abyss you fell into, that you can never return from.