When you open your eyes the first thing you do is look for your knife. it's personal information, that knife — you'd be dammed if you didnt have it. reaching under your body and searching, you pat dry and cold snow where the knife should be. you gasp, before regaining your position and searching somewhere else. on the left; snow; on the right; snow; one the top; snow; on the bottom; snow.

ah fuck, you dont have your knife.

you jolt up in the most straightest sitting up position you can and you scream, your nails curling into the spots on your head, bending over in a hunched position as you yell for a few minutes. the snow bites at your skin but you dont care because,

god, youre about to crack.

but, really, if you lift your goddam head up and thought for a moment. well, you dont even know why youre so stressed — you lost your knife, who cares? you can always get anther one, right? what does one little lost knife do to you?

does it matter that that knife was the last memory of your mother, your real one, at least?

no, of course it doesnt.

you scratch you head so much it bleeds, and then, finally, you realise that — oh, shit, i shouldnt be doing this, and you pull your hands out of your head and down to your sides to rest on the snow. youre eyes are stinging with tears but, honestly, you couldnt care less — even with all the screaming and the yelling and the backtracking, you just cant get that stupid thought out of your mind because — god why did you loose you gun and name it Knife?

its a stupid thing to say, you realise. what do you do now, though? still scream? youre throats too sore — maybe try and look for help? maybe you should?

maybe?

hm, yeah, yeah. lets.. lets do that.

you squeeze your eyes shut, your hands balled into fists, and you slowly uncurl yourself and sit up. the snow is bitting and screaming, but you still push yourself up slowly and get onto your feet, if not a little wobbly.

you grit your teeth and begin trudging through the woods. you cross a few trees, still not quite sure what your looking for — a house, maybe. but why would there be a house in the middle of the woods? in the snow? jesus, how would they do it? survive, you mean — how would they do it, if there was such a house in the middle of nowhere? or maybe its a park, maybe, but then again—

shit, your rambling again, dammit.

you place a hand on a tree next to you and breath.

ok. lets just shut up for a moment and try and figure out where the hell we are. maybe look around or something. that would be useful, dammit — why the hell didnt you suggest that before?

ok, here goes nothing, then..

there's trees everywhere. it's snowy. the snow is on the ground so thick you can barely see the ground. you can't see very far, actually. the trees are without any leaves on them so their just like really, really tall and they're like coloured light soft oak. theyre thick and smooth and thin all at the same time. you can barely see the distance, now that i think about it. the distance is just like blackness I guess. the snow covered every meter you could see. it seemed like it stretched out forever and it felt like you where walking in circles. the sky isnt any better, actually. when you look up its just.. pitch black.

you breath a little. ok, that was a lot to take in — good thing i suggested it sooner, now we can get moving or something! you groan, slowly trudging forward.

()

after awhile, you find a house.

its a weird house, if i do say myself. its little, looks like any other cabin with its oak planks and sturdy structure. snows everywhere you look, on the roof, on the gutter, everywhere — so much you barely miss the way it seems to shrink smaller and smaller into itself. what is this, anyway? this isnt a person, stop doing that.

you make your way to the creaked open door, slowly peeking in, hands clamming on the door handle as its hingers creek and shriek as you slowly push it open. the room is quite big. to your left, two couches with a 2inch screen TV. windows bared to either side, showing off the snow in all its glory. to the second couch, which is facing the window and on a angle to you, are stairs. theyre wooden and look quite rough.  you look over to your right and see a kitchen.

(hm, lets go upstairs, see if anyones there?
Why? you're the only one here
but there may be people
There's not.
but what if theres people? what if its a trap? what if youve—
shut up. please.)

after thinking for a bit, you think you should go upstairs.

(Yes, good child.
no, no!)

you close the door as slowly as you can, making sure it doesnt bang, and then make your way to the staircase (1). its creaky, you realise as you peer up. it seems like at the top of the staircase it latched onto a anther, possibly going to the top floor or something. you huff and begin walking up the stairs, wincing every time it creaked.

was it too old or where you just fat?

you dont know.

you shake your head and continue upward. you turn the corner and climb the rest of the way until you step foot on the carpet laying out after the stairs, you take in a breath. god, is this place weird.

what shows is a wall, with three oak doors. theyre rusted and old but somewhat new, candles littered everywhere around the small room. theres a table and chair in the middle of the whole room and you see papers on papers on the desk. a candle light is sitting on-top of the whole ordeal, and you swear you see some of the wax melting off into the papers. on the doors though, are words:

1: Levd (TIME23)
2: Timer (TIME2)
3: Qweer (TIME4)

youre so stunned that you turn around and walk downstairs because god, you cannot deal with this today. you shook your head and turned to the kitchen. you where pretty hungry, and cold, it wouldnt hurt if you just looked around for some food, would it? no one seemed like they where home, so they couldnt get mad if you did make something — how they would they get mad at you for something you didnt know of?

youre getting destroyed with thoughts, eat something, a voice whispered in your ear. please, eat. its been a week.

a week since what?

youre thoughts are swarmed and swayed as you make your way to the fridge and pull it open. it stinks like hell but you manage to ranch around for something — jam and some cheese — and then you shut the fridge, placing the block of cheese on the counter. you then stare at the the jam in your hand as you look it over (2). its not old, pure say — it looks used, but no empty, I guess?

whatever, you roll your eyes and put the jam on the bench next to the cheese. you then put your hands on your hips (or whatever you have, im not sure im just trying to make you as genderless as possible lol help me) as you then try and search for the bread. you look up and down the kitchen, pulling cupboards open and ripping stuff out. after a few try's, you mange to find the bread.

sure, you think as you dangle the leftovers, its not much, but it works.

you place the bread out, grab a butter knife and open the butter that you found next to the bread. you grab a scoop and splat it on the bread, thinning it out as you prepare the jam. once the butter is tightly done, you grab the jar of jam and flip the lid off. taking in how much jam is in there, youll have enough for one slice, but two..? hm, yeah no.

spreading out the jam on one slice, and grabbing the cheese and popping it on the other, you slam the two pieces together and look at your amazing, bootiful and truly outstanding masterpiece.

hmm, youre gonna enjoy this.

()

its while before you heard whispers and voices. youve already halfway into you (amazing and godly) sandwich and was just about to take anther bite before you hear a harsh shout. you shoot up from your hunched position on the chair that you found and snapped your head towards where the noise was coming from.

before you can think, you drop the sandwich (you hear somebody weeping in your ear but you just go faster) and look around widely for some sort of hiding place. you cant go out the front door, because, well, theres people there — so youre only choice is to find some cupboard and hide in there.

you dont even have time to find a big cupboard, ripping one open and squeezing youself into it, shutting the door so quickly youre sure you made more of a nose then you wouldve if you hadnt had panicked and thought for a moment. after a loud bang and a some footsteps, you peek out of your hiding spot and take a risky peer into the commotion.

you gasp, because my god-

"are you sure they'll be in here?" a figure who looks like you, voice a bit monotone and scars lining their face, asked, looking down to the other you who is getting up. theyre face is masked with sweat as they huff, getting up on their feet before turning to the other you with scares.

"why wouldn't they be?" they ask, beanie red and barefoot. they look around the place. "we've all come this way, didn't we? It's not a fair fetched idea, Elly."

"fuck off," the one with scares —Elly, as you presume— snarls, waving off the other before stepping on the door and looking over the red beanies shoulder. "hey, depressing freak, we got some hunting to do!"

from this point of view, you can't see who Elly is talking to, but you're gonna guess its anther you — like, why the fuck wouldnt there be anther you?

anyway,

a groan appeals and youre attention it snapped back onto the three figures. "i don't care, leave me here," the 'depressing freak' groans, voice filled with tiredness and emptiness, along with the will to just die. "can i please just stay out here?"

"no," the one with scars snarls, grabbing the 'depressing freak's hoodie and shoving them inside. they make a pitiful 'oof' sound as they land on their stomach, before picking themselves up and dusting off their jumper. they whip their head around to the scars, who is standing there annoyed. the human jabs a finger into the others chest, "i hate you!"

the other merely shrugs, "whatever," they say, before glancing to the other one. "what are you doing?"

the one with the yellow beanie hums in thought, looking up the stairs. "searching," they mumble.

"for the kid? they're not here," the red beanie pauses as the depressed one growls. "what? they might have not even got to the girl. you never know with timelines."

"and who are you to judge?" a new voice, one that sounds like goddam Siri, pipped in, making the three look towards the newcomer. they were in the doorway enough for you to make out that they had the same jumper, same shorts, shoes and beanie — the only difference was the hair, that had two strands on either side of their face, brown with the tips grey. they had a hand on their hip, their other hand holding a phone.

they also had a choker on.

the fuck?

Comba climbs down the stairs and walks over, ignoring the twos groans and questions, shaking the others hand before stepping back. "good to see you again, Moon."

the person, Moon, nods their head and types in something on their phone, before clicking a button, "you too." the robotic voice says.

"well fuck," red beanie snarls, making all look at them. "its a fucking mute. and just when i thought this hell couldnt get any worse."

"Elly!" Comba yelled, making Elly (what a weird name) groan and fold their arms. "don't say stuff like that! Moon's very sensitive about her voice!"

"and does it look like i care?"

"well, you should!"

"god, you sound like my mum."

"guys, please stop," the depressing one whimpered, shaking. "i.. i dont like loud noises—"

"who gives a bloody fuck?!" Elly shouted, rage filling their voice suddenly. "Moon needs to grow the fuck up! shes useless and shouldnt even be here, the bitch-"

before they could finished, you heard a loud 'slap', the house going into complete silence as someone holds their cheek. Comba grabs Elly's hoodie and pushes them on a wall, Elly's hands coming up.

"Comba, l-listen!" Elly tries, before getting punched in the noise. the others gasp, Moon reaching out to grab Comba's hand. Comba snaps gazes with Moon and glares.

"dont." they hiss.

Moon merely waits, for a moment, before Comba turns back to Elly and reels back an arm. blood splatters from Ellys noise, cheek now bruised before their eyes loll back into their head. Comba doesnt take this as a signal to stop, though, already grabbing the others neck. slamming Elly's head into the wall, dent clear as day, blood seeping into the yellow hoodie, Comba lets go of the human and lets them fall to the floor with a thud (3).

no one makes a sound, all looking at the dead body infront of them.

"what the fuck," you breath, before going wide eyed as you realise youre mistake. heads snap towards you like wildfire, eyes shining with danger. quickly shoving yourswlf back into the cupboard, you hold yiu brath tight as your knees press into themselves, hands gripping the walls as your teos squeeze painfully into the cold spaces. a few minutes pass, you think, and your body begins to slowly calm down, not daring to look out incase of danger.

and then it happens.

suddenly, light blinds your vision as the doors of your safe space are clawed open, hands already grabbing you ankles and pulling. you scream, even if your throat burns and aches, and kick whoever dares lay hands on you. it keeps on grabbing, though, and you cant help but be filled to the brim with emotions right. youre crying, now, screaming and banging your head into the furthest corner so that you can disappear more quickly.

you don't know why youre vision is so blurry, and that the sounds are so, so far away, but you dont really care. everything hurts and stings and burns and you dont care if you no-clip into a nonstop loop of reality, you just want to go.

and you do, unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on the side you're on).

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2558 words

woop. i had to cut this chap short bec it was getting too long — sorry lol

a n y w a y

i have some art of some bits of this bec i want to and i can >:)

1) "..then make your way to the staircase"

2) "..placing the block of cheese on the counter. you then stare at the the jam in your hand as you look it over"

and finally 3) "..Comba lets go of the human and lets them fall to the floor with a thud"

thats basic  it lol

anyway

sorry this took so long. i accidentally deleted half of this while rereading this last week and i had to rewrite it again so like rip this

anyhoo, baiiiiii