"What..." I think. Or.. say I guess. There isn't anything here. Just pitch black nothingness. And it's cold. Great. I wander around aimlessly, replaying the past events in my head over and over again.
"Hey, maybe this place is my soul." I smirk at that. It would make sense.
It feels like forever before I see anything. It's just a speck of light. By now the soul joke has gotten old, so light is somewhat welcome. I walk forward, but the light just seems to be getting farther away. I start to sprint forward. Still the light seems to get farther. Then, abruptly it disappears.
"Shit." This has gotten annoying now. I just want to go back to the real world by now.
I close my eyes to blink. But when I open them, I am not met with darkness. I am in a room. A bedroom. In front of me is a white paneled closet, on my left and right, a standard white door. Behind me is a bed with a blue and green patterned blanket.
"Where am I now?" I question in my head. Then I hear it. Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. I run to the right door and peek my head into the hallway. I hear something... it sounds like...
"Breathing." I whisper to myself and slam the door shut, and hold it there. I can feel in my gut that I am in danger. From what, I don't know. I hear the footsteps recede, and return to the bed. I decide to turn around, maybe sit on the bed. I shine my flashlight on the bed, and shriek in terror. Small, mutilated stuffed bears with razor sharp teeth, top hats and bow ties writhe on the bed. As soon as the light hits them though, they jump, one by one, under the bed. I exhale loudly. I am sweating like crazy, and hyperventilating. I hear more footsteps to the left, so I run over quickly. I am met with loud, heavy breaths, and close the door.
"What is happening..." I once again whisper to myself. When I once again hear the footsteps recede, and I run back to my original position. I turn around to see if the bears have come back. Yup, that have. And, again, they jump under the bed. I turn around to hear the closet door creak, and see it close. I run up to the door, and when I shine the light in, I am met with a terrifying metal fox face trying to bite me. Shaking with fear, I close the door to keep it out. I run back to my starting position, and scream as something pops up in my face. I see red, and then nothing.
I wake up in my bed, sweating under the thin covers, and shaking with fear.
"It was only a nightmare..." I sigh in relief.
At least, I hope it's was.
Been busy with school and stuff, sorry. So, who's POV do you think this was? Ten pudding points to whoever guesses it right! :D. Also, who knows what game this was from? Another ten pudding points if ya know that!
Anyway..
BEAST OUT!