"help me, please someone help me" the cries for help echoed through the forest. Mist rolled through, obscuring the view of those who would trudge through its dark depths. a shadow flickered as it charged, unwilling to slow down. but unable to see where it was headed. the sirens call drawing it ever deeper into the forest. the shadow drew near to the voice. its call never wavering as it cried out for help. "Please. someone help me. I need help." the voice was growing fainter. weaker. With a roar, the shadow burst from the forest, into a large clearing. above sat a large tower. hundreds of feet tall, at the top a single window from which a fluttering pink ribbon could be seen. the shadow got to its feet, the mist started to clear, revealing the well toned oiled abs of a barbarian. "Finally found you" Luka said, staring up at the ribbon. "BE NOT SCARED PRETTY LADY. LULA HERE TO SAVE YOU" Luka ran for the door, its heavy lock no match for a barbarian with powerful muscles. and 10 fingers of powerful thrusting. he made quick work of the lock and forced his way inside the tower. unknown to him, a sign laid in the bushes below. The holy tower of the cleric formerly known as...the sign was too worn. the last word faded away. no clue for anyone who saw it.

Luka stomped across the entryway, muscles bulging. eyes bugging out of his head.

"It too dark." luka grumbled to himself faint shadows danced around him just out of reach "Who There, No come any closer to luka, LUKA HAVE A KNIFE" no response. luka started to sweat, a strange cold sweat. the kind cowards have when luka thrust inside them with his massive sword. "n..no" luka stanmered "LUKA NO AM AFRAID OF ANYTHING" His words echoed throughout the halls. "LUKA AM AFRAID...afraid...afraid" his words echoed back at him taunting him with each repeated syllable. just as luka was trying to figure out how to stab sound the torches around the room suddenly lit up. A strange old woman stood there gnarled fingers clutching a book. "GAAHHHH PUTIN CHRIST" luka jumped slashing wildly at the creature. "ehe ehe ehe ehe, that wont work on me sunny boy" the crone cackled. her voice like someone who smoked charcoal her whole life. True to her word. Lukas sword merely went through her. "HA, Luka no empty brain, you a hollow gram" the crone grimaced "no boy. im a ghost. im dead you see" "no. ghost no real, obviously hallow man with sensors." luka disregarded the crone and looked for the stairs "luka look for stairs, you help luka find stairs and luka let you go" the crone frowned. who would ignore her. she was a proud ghost, a spooky scary monster. and he ignored her. pride wounded the crone crept up on luka holding up her book "Mr.Luka, what are you afraid of?" luka scoffed "Nothing. luka am fearless barbarian. dummy mellow ham" the crone cackled. the torches extinguished. luka turned to stare, the ghost slightly glowing held up her book. "foolish barbarian. all fear something. and now you will be trapped UNTIL YOU DIE FROM THEM EHEHEHEHHEHEHE" the book shone with a dark light, its darkness envelopped luka and he fell down a seemingly endless abyss.

the crone collapsed, ectoplasm dripping. "i guess...he made me one moist granny"

"luka..."

"LUKAA"

"LUKA WAKE UP"

Luka jolted awake, eyes bleary, body heavy

he looked around. he was in a building surrounded by people

"Finally awake, good, pay attention in class luka, come up and answer this question"

luka turned, the old crone was talking to him, in front of a chalkboard. strange symbols littered it. he slowly walked to the board, his head hurt, but luka realised he was in school

"now luka answer the problem on the board" the crone handed luka a piece of chalk

Luka groaned inwardly as he remembered something from his past. "Luka cant answer problem. Luka not wizard" the class burst out laughing guffaws and snorts filled the room "hey look luka peed himself" luka looked down. he was wearing clothes. and. warm liquid dripped down them "N...No Luka no pee on self. ITS A MISTAKE" the children gathered around. chanting at him "Luka peed his paaants LULA PEED HIS PANTS, LUUKAAA PEED HIS PAAAAANNNTTSSS the words followed him, burrowed deep within. and he felt more liquid in his eye sockets

"Luka am strong" he blubbered. luka turned and ran out of the classroom he heard a tearing sound and suddenly he wasnt in a classroom, he was in a car. a big one, filled with serious looking men across from him a shadowy figure spoke "ah. finally awake son. thats good. I was afraid you would miss all the fun." the shadowy man chuckled "my son. I took you in when nobody else would. and you repay this kindness by disobeying me, by lying to me? you little ingrateful brat. I wish I had never saved you. YOU little BRAT" The voice screamed. luka felt lost, a piece of him slowly stopped resisting tears streamed down his face. "no throw luka away. luka change. luka fix it now" luka scrambled for the door, the men tried restraining him, hitting him, laughing as he struggled. the shadowy man moved into the light "BUT YOU ARENT AFRAID RIGHT" Luka screamed and the door opened. throwing him into the abyss. "tsk tsk. a pity, maybe next time he'll die" the crone stared out of the car. watching as luka fell out of view.

"AAAHHHHHH..." luka fell, obviously, and he fell for quite a long time. how long? very long. so very long that I ran out of ways to easily describe how long it took for him to fall. until eventually luka finally hit the ground.

"urggh..." luka groaned, opening his eyes.

a leathery hide covered in boils stared back at him. yellow eyes and a foul oder assailed his nose "GRUAUGUSUHSHAI" Translation "holy fucking christ you look so ugly fuck"

the crone snorted " welcome back, i take it you enjoyed your deepest darkest fears?"

the crone cackled as luka trembled, the fresh wounds on his psyche not yet healed

"it was easy too, a young little boy like you. scared of everything" the crone yammered on, voice rising steadily. lukas temple throbbed with rage. quickly burying his new fear deep within "a kid in underwear tried to kill poor little ghosty me" his face scowled his teeth gritted "my beauty shouldve enchanted you. i guess you dont know real beauty" his sword left the scabbard

"and yet, you make me so god damned MOOOOIST" The crone moaned. seductivly trying to pull luka closer. lukas sword wilted, limply hanging like a dead plant. "NO" Luka roared, his rage breaking into a million shards of hate "no" he slashed her "NO" HE STABBED HER "FUCK. NO NO NO" he slammed the sword into her ectoplasm, reducing her to a pool of soupy liquid " NO" he kept slashing her, peak rage keeping him occupied "No No No No No No ew ew ew ew ew eeeeeewwwwwww" he stopped finally, grossed out. mentally blocking all images from his mind, the ectoplasm dissipated and the room returned to normal, though it was covered in sword slashes. "no" luka whispered a final time. before slowly trudging up the stairs now revealed by the crones death. "that...that was bad" luka sighed, putin help him if this tower gets any worse.