I hope you like this! There's still a lot of talking, but I tried! *one person cheers*
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The hallway was dark and felt empty, but you knew better. You looked around, meowing silently. It helped you feel better. You slowly stepped forward into the hallway, heading right. You stop, hearing something.
What's that sound? You wonder. Is that a...
You can't finish your thought as several bloody footprints appear on the wall and floor in front of you. You fall backwards in fear and let out a yelp. The lights go out, the come back on. You see two decaying men in front of you, looking more like zombies then humans. They groan, releasing inhuman noises.
"Nooo!" You scream at the creatures. The move towards you. "No... Don't..." You whisper, unable to find your breath. The zombies move closer, and you fear it's the end.
But just as you thought you'd hear your flesh being ripped from your skin, you hear someone calling to you. You quickly jump up and step backwards. Who's that?
"Come this way!" They call. Is there somebody there? You wonder, but quickly listen to them and head the opposite way, the zombies trudging slowly behind you.
You exit the hallway and turn the corner. You stop, seeing an extremely muscular teenage boy leaning against the wall. He has jet black hair and tattered clothes, suggesting poverty.
"Who are you?" You ask him.
"This way." He replies in a gruff voice. Only part of his face is visible, and the part you see is very trustworthy and kind. But curiosity wins your internal battle. "Who...?" You begin to ask, but he cuts you off.
"Stay with me." He commands. Before you can reply, he heads behind himself, then turns to face you. Your eyes widen when you see the half of his face you couldn't see has been eaten away, the left eyeball not even in its socket, much less there at all. "I said, this way!" He yelled, holding his hand out to you.
Unable to form coherent words, you run the opposite way, leaving the boy alone. As you enter the hallway again, you see the zombies are still there, closer now, and you run into your room and slam the door.
A man you've never seen before in a top hat and black suit stands at your bookshelf, his back to you. Who's that? You wonder.
"MaNy InTeReStInG MoThErFuCkInG BoOkS hErE...," He mutters. "Do YoU lIkE bOoKs, My DeAr?"
"Who are you?" You ask him, keeping your distance.
"NoW, dOn'T bE sO aGgReSsIvE." The man chuckles as he walks to the side, then turns to face you. He has a large, but slender, face, mostly because of his white makeup. "I'm MeReLy A sAlEsMaN."
"Salesman?..." You wonder aloud.
The man takes off his hat and bows. "CaLl Me SuBjUgGuLaToR. I hOpE tO gEt To KnOw YoU, yOuNg LaDy."
You're speechless. So much has happened in the past three or so minutes, and you feel extremely paranoid those zombies will burst in any minute and eat your flesh.
"BuT iT's QuItE mOtHeRfUcKiNg TrOuBlEsOmE," He begins, jerking you from your thoughts. "tO tHiNk ThAt CoRpSeS lOiTeR aRoUnD tHe HoUsE."
You're taken aback. "Corpses?" You look over your shoulder at the door, remembering the zombies and the boy. "So those monsters back there? They're like monsters from a story... Why would monsters like that...?"
"WeLl, It'S a CuRsE." Subjuggulator explains. You turn to him, surprised. "wHaT yOu SaW wErE tHe MoThErFuCkInG cOrPsEs Of YoUr FaThEr'S tEsT sUbJeCtS." He looks towards the door. "OvErCoMe WiTh AnGeR, tHoSe DeCeAsEd HaVe BeEn BrOuGhT bAcK bY tHe PoWeR oF a CuRsE." He notices your scared expression and smiles. "tO tAkE rEvEnGe On YoUr MoThErFuCkInG fAtHeR, oF CoUrSe."
"What?!" You shout. Why is he smiling at that news? "So Father's in danger?" You turn to the door. "I have to save him!"
"AnD wHy ThE fUcK iS tHaT?" Subjuggulator asks. You turn back to him, confused. "tO aChIeVe HiS mOtHeRfUcKiNg DeSiReS, hE hAs KiLlEd So MaNy PeOpLe As PaRt Of HiS eXpErImEnTs. ThIs Is HiS ReTrIbUtIoN. yOu MuSt HaVe MoThErFuCkInG rEaLiZeD bY nOw... YoUr FaThEr'S tRuE NaTuRe. AnD yEt YoU wIsH tO sAvE hIm?"
You don't know what to say. You turn back towards the door, take a deep breath, and step outside, closing the door behind you.
Subjuggulator stares after you. "My, My..." He says, now out of your earshot. "PeRhApS sHe CaNnOt YeT uNdErStAnD oUr SoRrOw..."
Aaaand that's it! I hope you guys enjoy this story, cause I like this one more than the Crooked Troll. ::::/