The next room was filled with an awful amount of feces and rocks with no dangers in sight, unless the normal flies are considered as such. Isaac still kept his focus on them halfway across the room to make sure they didn't follow him, like the spiders did. Luckily, they flew around and seemed to not care of Isaac's presence. He was happy that at least one room wasn't a disaster filled with oddities.

The very next one made Isaac cringe at the very second he stepped in. There were two corpses up and wandering aimlessly; one with only a head and one without half of its body. The walking body was chubby with blood squirting out like a fountain of death while the head-corpse appeared similar to the corpse from the other room. This room, however, wasn't just a regular one; it was much more narrow and thus, Isaac was practically cornered. He didn't want to pass by them like nothing because then, they'd likely chase him. He had to think of a clear plan to get out of this. "Wait..." He said quietly, looking at the door ahead. He couldn't get through it even if he made it over there due to it being shut closed. There was possibly only one way to get the door to open up...And Isaac would have no choice but to do it. He charged foward wifh what little courage was left in him and did what he had to do: cry. The head-corpse took this as a threat and floated dangerously close to shoot some of its own tears at Isaac. The tears were that of blood and reeked of the scent. It almost hit the scared boy though, he was lucky enough to dodge it. Isaac kept on crying to keep up the damage, his hands shaking wildly. This corpse was more difficult than the one he fought earlier and although this one was a floating head, it was pretty tough. But eventually, this corpse lost the battle of tears and exploded into chunks of flesh and blood. Isaac watched the other corpse left for any signs of attacking or aggressive behavior..But, there was none. He went closer to the corpse and then, it walked in the opposite direction. It held no brain nor head and so, it didn't know what else to do. Isaac cried some tears at it and yet, it stayed. He cried several more until the corpse fell down and exploded. His little heart couldn't take the so-called 'innocence' of the corpse. It was the only one that seemed neutral and suffered with its condition.

What a crying shame..

Isaac took a few minutes of his time to sit down on the cold wooden floor to ponder where he was heading to. There was no destination set in his mind, making him wonder if he was just trying to dig deeper. Or maybe escape his mother. He already went this far; he could hide behind a rock or in another room to avoid her if he really wanted to. But for some reason, he had to keep going. He felt another feeling, which was unfamiliar to him. It was like he could feel something rising inside of him, telling him to continue going for something or someone. It could be anything...

He let his hands slip lazily to his sides and scooted over to the edge of the wall, leaning on it. Taking a look at his surroundings, he saw a strange black item placed near the door he had to go through. Confused, Isaac forgot about relaxing in peace for a second and went right to the item. Upon closer inspection, the item was a bomb neither lit nor used. It looked like the perfect item for defense against whatever else was in the basement. He, with no pockets, couldn't take the bomb, though. He put his red dice on the ground and picked the bomb up. Then, he threw it at the wall, disappointed that nothing in the room could light it up. He picked back up his dice and advanced onwards.

The couple of rooms Isaac progressed through only made him feel much worse than ever. Littered with even more spiders, corpses and there were other monsters, too. Isaac had to eat the hearts of the frightening monsters just to live. He couldn't take this torture anymore than he was experiencing. The thoughts of suicide ran through his brain but, he missed his chance several times. The monsters and corpses could've finished the job for him.

Isaac wiped his face with his arm, covering it in his tears.

How much more can I take?

...

He heard the distant sound of a door unlocking, snapping him away from his thought. There was one door with a lock that he passed by earlier. It wasn't unlocked in the first place and if it's the very door that unlocked now...Then, something must've unlocked it. Isaac scrambled to go for that one door, a few rooms away. He made it within moments and touched the doorknob, twisting it to check if what he believed was true. The second it turned, he pulled it open and ran inside, hoping the room was safe. To his surprise, it was by far the safest room Isaac encountered. Items were scattered across the floor with chalky writing under them. Placed in the room was what appeared to be a rag doll with a rope around its neck. If it weren't looking so lifeless, Isaac would try to leave the room immediately or attack it with tears. Its face and endless stare was creeping him out, though.

Besides that, there was a sign in front of it saying a friendly "Welcome!".

Isaac took a step back and stared at the doll, not trusting it one bit. For all he knew, the doll could be alive and opened the door to lure him into a trap. Because of that assumption, he attempted to talk to it.

"H-Hello?" He shyly said.

No response.

"Are you going to kill me?" He asked.

Still no response.

Isaac stepped over to the doll's side and sat down next to it with some hesitation. He gave a side-glance and sighed. "I'm so scared..." he whispered under his breath. "I'm so alone..."

The silence of the room bought a sense of calmness in the air and Isaac began to feel a little better. Nevertheless, he was alone and felt alone even near something close to resembling a human. Conversation was never his best strategy in the outside world; he didn't get to go to school and thus, he didn't make any friends. He was homeschooled for as long as he could remember. That's why this opportunity of being alone was a perfect set to entertain himself by chatting with a rag doll. It could help his sanity stay put for some time.

"Uhm, I...I'm Isaac." He said to the doll. "I wonder who you are.."

"...Are you lost, too? Or scared?"

"Is your mama after you?"

"Can you...Help me, please?"

Isaac shook his head.

"Maybe not.."

He took this time to observe the items and identify them to cease talking for a minute or two. There was a bomb, a dusty old silver key, an unknown pill and a card. Willingly, Isaac would choose the card if he held spare change. It was the one item that attracted his attention.

With no cents and sense, he sat back down near the doll and laid his back on the floor. One rest after awhile of going against cruel beasts couldn't hurt Isaac.

And that's exactly what he did.

Until...