I would like to note that most of these characters mentioned are not mine (i.e. Slenderman, Ticci Toby, and the likes), even though later on I may add a few of my own.
Uploads of the chapters will be sporadic due to my schedule.
The category isn't exactly right - I couldn't figure out what category to put it in.
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[The theme, for you]
Somewhere outside the normally-perceived realms of space and time, there exists a place that both is, and isn't. It is both big and small, tall and short; it goes both forward in time, and backwards - in no particular order, of course. There are no doors, or windows, or any openings of any kind, and from the outside it is an object that is hard to describe. Some say it's an obsidian cube, while others say it's a sphere and still others say it is nothing but a blank concrete wall.
It is a prison, yet you will find no prison guards. There are no watch towers, no cafeteria full of kinda-decent food. No lights, no prison yard.
There are no inmates in orange jumpers.
Save one.
There are no living souls in this airless, lightless, lifeless prison.
Save one.
If, you could consider it to have a soul.
You see, this prison was constructed with one very specific entity in mind. One dark, evil, soulless beast who, long ago, ruled the earth and brought madness and chaos to humans, feasting on the death and fear it and its minions wrought. It's oily black, tentacle grip knew no bounds, even extending to other dimensions and planets. It grew, and lived, unchallenged for Earthly centuries.
Until one day. One day, when a not-so-stranger individual came and, with help, constructed the not-prison and entrapped the entity there, forcing it into a deep, silent sleep. The minions disbanded across the realms, and except for the occasional plague or war, they were without direction, and thus faltered.
But now, that vile thing stirs in its sleep, perhaps sensing the imminent release coming near.
Soon, it will break free.
Soon, it will rise, calling together its minions.
Soon, all hell will break loose, and chaos will ensue.
Soon, it will be able to hunt down the being that dared to trap it here in the first place.
And when it found him... Oh, yes, that will be when the fun begins.