R: *Stare*

From Create Your Own Story

"1..."

There's no way that he'll kill you. You're too important for him to let you go.

"0... Goodbye Richard." You hear a small click.

"Oh no." You panic, "You actually did it?! What's going to happen?! What's going to happen?! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!!"

You see a hole open up in the ceiling, quickly followed by an unknown gas flowing out from it.

"What the fuck is that!" You scream. "What is it going to do?"

Immediately after you say those words, you begin to cough involuntarily, with each one becoming more violent than the last one. After a minute or two, you start to cough up blood, as soon as this happens, you try to cover it up with your own hands, but this fails as the amount of blood that you vomit out overflows from your grasp and spills all over the once clean floor.

The blood loss and overall shock from this happening forces you to collapse towards the cement ground, you land face first. With your own blood now covering your face and pretty much staining all of your clothing, you look towards the door. Still coughing up the blood. The gas flow suddenly stops. You then hear the sound of the door unlocking. It has to be him! As the door opens, you try to get a good look at him, but it is just too difficult as the blood keeps splashing and landing onto your eye.

You only make out the shape of his body. It's pretty much your body size, except thinner. You try to make one last remark.

"F-f-fuh..fuhh.."

"Shh..." The voice hushes, his voice seems to be more deeper than it actually is when you were talking through the device,"You'll lose more blood if you talk. I told you I'd kill you if you stared at it for too long. That's what you get for not listening to me. Anyway, if you're wondering what this gas does, it basically causes your internal organs to rip itself apart and make blood flow out from your mouth through continuous coughing."

You shut your eyes slowly, the severity of the cough is now only one every ten seconds. You know you're going to die.

"Well, I'd best be going. You're going to die in the next few minutes and I need to clean up this mess. You were fun while you lasted. I'd hope my next person forgets his memory too."

The final sound you hear is the noise of a door shutting.

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