theoraclefish

[theoraclefish]

A tale about one of the operations that the Cursed Keepers were involved in whom are an organisation that tackle threats both scientific, supernatural and overall anomalous

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The government always had a public image to keep up with and usually worked in the shadows to create inventions and weapons they could utilize in emergencies. Project Eukaryotic was what their latest project was called, and it was about creating the ultimate plant, which they could use to produce any plant-based resource they would ever need.

To accomplish the goal, the head researcher, "Martin Goose," sent out a team to a special location hidden far out in the Sahara desert, where they found a single flower that grew even in the harsh conditions.

They took this flower back to the lab, and after months of experimentation and the removal of rumors that were somehow spreading about the plant, before long the prototype was finished.

A plant that, via complex machinery, could be extremely customized; however, the plant quickly became uncontrollable and destroyed the facility it was kept in with an overgrowth of vines, grass, trees of different kinds, and, of course, many plants.

The facility was quickly abandoned, and the public found out about it. It was quickly covered up; however, the government needed the facility back in working order as it held other important projects.

To combat the rapidly growing plant, the government sent a team from "The Cursed Keepers" organization to either contain or eliminate it.

This is a document as well as a recording describing the events that transpired during the operation.

Team alpha. Three heavily suited-up individuals with automatic weapons in hand and recorders attached to their helmets, which came with flashlights, as the facility had lost power due to the destruction and so darkness was left,

"We're heading in."

Said the leader of Team Alpha. They approached the entrance of the facility. The two metal doors were already busted wide open, and it seemed this was achieved with immense force, which a human was unlikely to be able to produce. Through the gaping hole they went, and into the shadowy mist they entered. The lights from their helmets switched on, and with a quick glance around, it was noticed that the walls were covered in a thick, vivid green moss, and descending down from the ceiling were strands of green-cyan.

"Significant growth has been observed."

The leader spoke into the helmet.

"Proceeding to move forward."

The leader said then that with his two group members, he would head forward and step slowly and cautiously with his gun out and ready to fire. They walked through what felt like tunnels of green and saw desks, chairs, etc. all coated in nature's embrace. Above one of the doors, which at this point was just another hole, was a sign that could just be made out with the light shining on it and made it clear this was the lab they were looking for.

"Room found. Heading in."

The leader stated this before making his way into the room with his teammates on either side of him. It was quiet. Nothing particularly peculiar is in sight. The common green aesthetic that had been the same throughout the whole building was still the same as it had been; however, towards the center of the room was a large container made of what was once glass but is now shattered to pieces. From the description they were given before the mission, this seemed to be what they were looking for, and so for that reason, they approached the broken cage and peered at it with their bright lights, and this revealed a bed of several plants, all of different colors and types.

The team observed the flowers, and then a few moments later, the sound of a loud object being smashed against something caught their attention as, from below the ground where they were standing, a large mossy tentacle emerged and knocked them all a few inches apart. Quickly, they all scrambled to their feet, and bullets were fired towards what they deemed a hostile entity. However, the bullets barely did any damage as the tentacles, a 20-foot-high and quite-wide monster, swung themselves towards one of the team members and sent them off their feet, flying into a wall, knocking them out cold, and they lay on the floor.

More of these things sprung up in a destructive manner through the floor and made themselves known, and the two members still active would continue to fire. The leader quickly realized their guns were doing absolutely nothing, and the building they were in was getting torn apart as debris fell from the reckless swinging of the tentacles.

"Plan B."

He yelled at the other person firing at the tentacle as he grabbed his uncooperative team member and pulled something from his own waist. A special device made of metal with a silver button on the top, which once pressed caused the edge around the middle of the device to flash yellow repeatedly, got faster and faster. The man threw the device, and they all ran as quickly as they could as a loud boom could be heard.

They rushed as quickly as they could. They were all hurt, so it was not easy to move at all, but if they stopped, then the inferno behind them that they caused would devour them. They managed to get out of the building, and they all dropped to the ground.

"AHHHHHHHH."

Telepathic screams rang out in their heads, and at that moment, the leader wondered if he had made the right choice. Could they have dealt with the situation differently? Back at homebase, they were praised for ridding the so-called evil plant from the world, but the leader felt his faith in cursed keepers buckle and wondered for how long he could keep doing this.

lack of training,yet getting handed dangerous weaponry. Their lives are worth nothing more than a pat on the back, and then they are sent on dangerous mission after dangerous mission. Was the plant even evil? Was it just defending its home? Were the organizations themselves the true evil?

[theoraclefish]

2055 a time of peace and tranquility. Advancements in technology allow for the manipulation of earthly environments and a start of replication of resources which is currently a slow and exhausting process, but is a reality.

Unity is a common sight between all countries including their organisations and informatioas well as allowed acess to share resources, however under the surface these countries are still trying to one up each other and prepare for disastrous situations should they appear.

28th of September something unexpected happened, as German super computers picked up messages that came from a unknown source hypothesised to be far out in space. These messages automatically translated themselves to the appropriate language, as it was originally just jargon and the message states that a war was coming and humans had to prepare.

In typical human fashion the Germans ignored the message as some prank even though they had no idea how it was sent to their top secret super computers and went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

October 1st was just a typical day before at approximately 5:47 pm above New York City a  hailstorm of burning balls fell and knocked down, as well as, went through buildings as if they were composed of paper. Things exploded, people were crushed and fear was at a all time high.

After this day now known as " The wipe " humans constructed several rockets and worked even harder on the advancement of technologies particularly in relation to interplanetary travel, living and weaponry. 

Now during the year 2070 multiple organisations have been created, however the biggest were three organisations known as the MMF aka Mighty Military Federation, The IPEF aka Inter-Planetary Exploration Force and the TUR aka Tinkerers Utopia Revolution.

Unfortunately, during the mid 2080s a experiment involving the rapid growth of organic and non-organic material led to a outbreak of what is now called the "Active Flesh" and it contaminated 90% of the planet and caused humanity to evacuate off the planet and go colonise other planets as well as build homes in the vastness of space.

Currently the earth has a crimson red asthetic that causes trees to bloom with red leaves and drip with deathly liquid. The sky is no longer a freedom blue, but a ominous bloody colour. The buildings are torn, the cities desolate and the world coverd in meaty substances and pulsing mass.

Organisations:

MMF

The MMF (Mighty Military Federation) is a collection of military personal across the globe who work together to build up a army of soldiers capable of utilising deadly weaponry, handling advanced suits and piloting a plefra of environmental and space worthy vheicles.

The MMF also work on creating a global defence system to protect the earth from outside threats such as asteroids or intelligent threats such as alien races that are not so peaceful, however the MMF is by no means perfect and has a high level of corruption involved which has lead to the deaths of nunerous innocent people.

Nowadays they are still a relatively large organisation who after the events of the "Active Flesh" have become more obsessed with weaponry, defences and offensive means of wiping out all foes wheather organic or non-organic. Their obessesion takes them beyond human rights and into some rather dark places.

Their headquarters is located on the earths moon and is in terms of design a large castle like structures made up of various metals. It is codenamed the "armoury" as it houses multiple weapons and alien technology all designed for destruction in different ways.

IPEF

The IPEF (Inter Planetery Exploration Force) is a organisation consisting of anyone whoes goal is to travel beyond the earth and see what lies in the great cosmos. The organisation is both global with connections across the globe and also interstellar , as they have bases on planets such as the moon, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn and Venus.

The organisation focus on ship construction, planetery base construction and management of resources found from the planets. They are a peaceful organisation to other humans and other alien species however any planets that have other alien species that are hostile are colonised and controlled via cooperation with the MMF to provide the backup needed to gain control.

They combined both human creativity and alien technologies to advance inter-steller related technologies, however it can be said they are more focused on the cosmos instead of humanity and so are not as well liked by the public.

After the "Active Flesh" incident they continued towards their goals and seemed to be the ones who least cared about the many victims of the "Flesh" instead just continuing with their work.

Their headquarters is a large vessel with massive thrusters on the back and a sharp front. It has a silver, grey and black design. It simply floats through space and just in case has a few weapons that can be seen attached to numerous spots across the vessel. The ship is known as the "Architect".

TUR

The TUR (Tinkerers Utopia Revolution) are a organisation of anyone who wants to focus on the earth instead of any space related matters. They are smaller in terms of resources and connections, however they make up for it with grit and focus allowing them to create technologies on par with the MMF and IPEF.

They work on robotics, vheicles, housing and machineries linked to things like management, farming, construction etc. They are the main reason humans can do work much faster than ever before and allow for easier as well as safer options when it comes to dangerous jobs or tasks that require complex solutions.

They often cooperate with the IPEF who provide resources to the TUR in exchange for their advanced robotics and so both parties are in a win win situation.

After the "Active Flesh" scenario the TUR went through a rough patch and disbanded for a while, however recently the TUR has in secret been slowly building up their organisation once more and have settled on Mars where they've decided to focus on creating relationships and managing things related to other alien races. These relationships can involve trading, housing, establishing ways of travel such as jump gates etc and bringing all species together in a unified manner.

They do also still work on improving humanities ability to work and live, as well as, providing things that humans may need as there are many issues that presented themselves after the "Active flesh" event.

[theoraclefish]

A mix of individual short stories that fit into the categories of horror and cosmic horror. All taking place in the same verse across alternate timelines, dimensions, and locations.

Hellish Nest

 This particular tale began during a rather stormy evening. Dark grey clouds clutter the sky, and droplets of water pour from the heavens above, splashing against the dirt and grass like bullets firing out of a machine gun. Powerful gusts of wind shoved the trees with ease, causing them to violently sway, almost snapping due to the sheer force applied to them. The animals, big and small, cower in fear of this display of nature's fury. A powerful surge of electricity fired down from above towards the earth, followed afterwards by a thunderous boom that echoed throughout the land.

 A thick forest consisted of a dark green colour scheme, which was due to the current lack of sunlight. The natural expanse stretched onward for miles on end. Trees acting like umbrellas shielded everyone from the rain, providing what little warmth they could. To best describe the situation at hand, using the words dreadful and gloomy could suffice.

Through this beautiful yet nightmarish scenario, when the sky lit up, a figure with blond hair, blue eyes, a zipped-up black coat, blue jeans, and black sneakers could be seen rushing through the maze of bushes and leaves, using their hands to aggressively swat branches as well as shrubs aside as they rapidly marched forwards, trying to find at least some kind of shelter with preferably four walls and a roof that would allow them to be warm once more; however, they were not having much luck.

They were silent for the most part, aside from the heavy breathing caused by the cold air constantly attacking their bodies as they reacted by shivering and shaking to try and warm themselves up. They may have had some clothing on, but unfortunately, it was still not enough to combat the conditions they were working in.They stopped for a moment and, with a shaky hand, grabbed their phone out of their pocket. It was what people would call a flip phone, and a particularly old one at that. They attempted to turn the phone on several times in a frantic manner to no avail, leading to frustration and anger as they kicked a nearby tree, which caused them to scream on the inside as they did not want to waste their breath by shouting. After a few minutes' break, they continued on their way.

The stranger continued their hopeless trek across the seemingly infinite expanse of this hellish place. They moaned in great annoyance as they remembered how they ended up in this situation. They were simply walking home and thought that going through the forest would act as a shortcut, which was not necessarily the smartest idea, but they nonetheless thought it would work; however, now it is clear that it was a terrible choice.  

They noted how there was a lack of animals, though they swear they saw what seemed to be blood on some plants and trees that they had passed. They merely thought that this was their mind playing tricks on them due to the stress they were experiencing both physically, as they were running out of steam having pushed themselves to try and quickly leave this place, and mentally, due to the many sounds swirling around them, some of which were strangely abstract. They could also feel their bodies quickly succumbing to the cold as they had feelings of malaise, low mood, and muddled thinking.

After what felt like hours upon hours of walking, they finally came upon a clearing.

They stumbled onward and stopped for a moment as they peered at a small brick structure in front of them. It had windows and a door, yet it looked abandoned, with wrappers and bottles littering the floor. The stranger did not want to stay out in this weather, so the seemingly creepy house, or what they assumed to be a home, would have to do, and with that thought, they quickly entered the structure and shut the door behind themselves, causing a loud bang sound. Then they sighed in relief as they finally escaped the horrendous weather of the outside world.

Once they had caught their breath and warmed up 

 little, they finally looked up and around. It was dusty, dirty, and claustrophobic with how close the walls were. 

The stranger had only one direction to go, and that was forward into a long hallway, with dim lights hanging down from the ceiling being the only thing to scare away the darkness. They walked down for a while, as curiosity got the better of them, and came upon a room with several doors; however, these doors were placed along the walls and ceiling, which immediately puzzled the stranger enough that they opened one of the doors and stared down into the abyss, watching the shadows swiftly move as if something was in hiding, which caused the stranger to turn and run back down the hallway they had just come through. As they ran, they heard the tapping of several feet behind them, which caused them to try and run faster. However, every time they would speed up, the amount of sound behind them would also increase to the point where it sounded like something was right on their tail, until they suddenly stopped with a puzzled face as it had become completely silent.

What the hell?"

They turned around and saw nothing behind them. Something was wrong. They swore that something was chasing them and chasing them with some kind of intent; however, they also noticed that the hallway they had just gone down previously was not this long. It was almost like it had increased in length. They turned around, and an expression of absolute confusion covered their faces, as they were now in a room with several dozen doors surrounding them.

"Wait? When did I... Am I dead? Did the weather outside kill me, and this is hell?"

They quickly shrugged off the ridiculous idea they just had, and because they could not go back since there was a wall where the hallway was, they decided to keep going forward, so they placed their hands into their coat pockets and took a deep breath for a moment before choosing one of the hallways at random and slowly making their way onward to whatever was potentially living here. They assumed something was living here, or maybe the house itself was haunted.

They didn't know, but they had to keep going. As they stepped down the hallway cautiously, looking around, they walked into a rather spacious room. The walls, which this entire time had been white, were now covered in splatters of crimson red, which dripped down to the ground. The floor was a black carpet, or at least it felt like a carpet. In the centre of the room was a table with four chairs surrounding it and plastic plates placed upon the table, with several kinds of food just out in the open, seemingly untouched.

"Huh?"

The stranger approached the table slowly. 

They pulled their hands out of their pockets and sat on one of the chairs while glancing around and seeing nothing. Normally this would be a rather odd sight, and you would never approach the food; however, it felt like something was calling to the stranger. Guiding them. A gentle and soft voice of persuasion, giving them the illusion of safety. They had not eaten for a while, and with great speed and aggressive action, they grabbed what they could and ate till they could not move.

For a while, they just sat on their chair, now stuffed to the brim, before turning their heads wildly as they heard several sounds akin to the tapping of feet. The same sounds they had heard when they were being chased

They tried to stand but fell right back down upon the seat, both because they were too full and due to a fear that caused the very hairs upon their bodies to stand and their hearts to beat like a drummer going crazy.  Out of the numerous dark hallways surrounding the table approached things with long beaks that opened to reveal fleshy mouths and big black soulless eyes, and overall they resembled birds, or at least something akin to bird masks, as their heads were spherical and white like a skull being revealed to the world.

Their clothing consisted of checkered red and white shirts, blue jeans, white dresses, belts, and other items that, while the stranger recognised what they were, also seemed to be quite old in terms of style. The crowd of whatever these things were approached the stranger.

Closer and closer they got. Now touching him and feeling him with their inhumanly long fingers and razor-sharp nails. Staring and chirping, or at least making unfathomably alien-like sounds that the stranger could not decipher. After a few moments, the crowd stepped back; they all gathered on one side of the table, which gave the stranger the opportunity to leap right over the table to the opposite side of the creatures and rush down one of the hallways. The stranger pushed their legs to the limit. They did not want to stop. Stopping would likely mean death.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is this freaky place?"

As the stranger ran, they could hear the loud footsteps and animalistic screams of rage that the creatures emitted. The hallway had many confusing twists and turns that the stranger would narrowly miss, attempting to keep their momentum so as not to slow down and be ravaged by the tsunami of nightmare fuel behind them. Unfortunately, it seemed their fate was sealed as they ran back into the room with the table, chairs, and endless hallways.

"What the fu-"

Before they could even finish their sentence, their bodies were slammed into the ground as their clothes were torn to shreds.

Powerful bites ripped through the skin and crunched on bones as the stranger screamed and screamed until only silence and crimson-red floors were left. The creatures then crawled, walked, and sprinted into their twisted hallways full of shadow and mystery, where the very laws of physics were distorted into a trap for the unsuspecting.

The creatures, as a family of flesh, starvation, and predatory nature, pass a window, and outside is shown a group of people ranging from kids to adults who approach the entrance of the building, seeing it as a shelter from the storm. However, they are none the wiser as to the threat that hides and waits for their prey to enter, so they can feast once more.

The dark calling

Darkness. There is a lack of light in the surroundings, with a single, small, brick-constructed structure with several windows, a door, and a garden at the front of the building with a door that leads inside. This was a house. A lonely house. The house was oozing with dread as silence ruled supreme. A few minutes later, several lights would spring to life both inside the home and outside, revealing numerous trees with strong trunks and lively green leaves, which in a way took away from the eerie aura of the home in the middle of the greenery. The door used to enter the home swung open with a surprisingly aggressive amount of force, as a man of great stature gripping what looked like a shotgun would glance around before stepping into the garden and spitting onto the floor. His expression was one of rage, with a clenched jaw, furrowed brows, and reddened skin.

The sound of a snapping branch alerted him and caused him to spin to his left, hold up his gun, and fire it towards some trees with a few bushes covering anything in his sight. The loud sound of the bullets being fired was quickly reduced to silence a few moments later as the man stared towards the trees and bushes. He just shot me with a look of confusion, curiosity, and a drop of fear.

"God damn raccoons. I`ll send you all to hell."

Slowly he approached the area he had just shot, and with a slow but careful approach, he stepped through the bushes and now stepped out of the range of the lights and into the shadowy unknown. He could now feel something slimy, sharp, and rough making its way up his leg as his bones were individually broken and his skin was punctured all over. 

He let out an anguished screan before trying to inch his way forward, unsure of which direction he was moving, before falling over onto the floor as dust and dirt entered his mouth. He was losing his strength as every second passed and his eyes started to shut, as all he could see was his red blood spewing out his body as what could only be described as a deer with the body of the devil approached in a humane yet twisted and utterly impossible manner and with a sinister stare.

The man succumbed shortly thereafter to his wounds. The man was never found, and the only evidence of his experience was his blood, which was spewed all over the place within the forest and was found by a family of four that decided to have a walk and coincidentally came across the horrid sight.

This and a dozen other incidents came to be known as the cases of natural neutralisation," as the people were always killed whilst surrounded by trees, bushes, plants, etc., as well as the fact that the bodies always ended up disappearing with only their blood being left behind as evidence of their horrendous encounters, for which the police unfortunately had no leads as to why it was happening and could only come to the conclusion that a serial killer was on the loose.

Laughter of the Clouds

Matt chuckled to himself as he walked down the empty street. He was thinking about the chaos his friends were likely up to, as they could never just have a simple and relaxing time. He had passed by at least a dozen tall streetlamps that emitted bright, powerful lights that kept the darkness at bay and kept his gaze away from them because the light was honestly too much for his poor eyes, which began to struggle in their presence.

It was a rather pleasant night. a slight breeze, but not too cold. Currently, he has a rather casual outfit consisting of a grey jacket, a white shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of blue sneakers. He had his hands placed within the jacket's pockets, as he just felt comfortable doing so. He quickly glanced around before staring forward, and this glancing was just to make sure nothing freaky was happening after all. The darkness was both a clamouring and terrifying force.

He knew he was getting closer to home as he had noticed a few cars that were usually parked in certain spots acting akin to landmarks, allowing him to know he was close to the safety of the four walls he had known well since childhood. Matt stopped for a moment to look over at a group consisting of 3 men and 2 women, all laughing and likely drunk, as could be seen by the wavey nature of their walking. Matt watched as they walked, or really stumbled, down the opposite street, and he was about to continue on his way when suddenly the sound of something heavy hitting the ground alerted him. He looked down, seeing one of the people he had just witnessed walking away.

He himself was about to freak out before a strange, soothing voice within his head echoed, and the thought of this situation being strange dissipated just as fast as it had come. He simply stepped over the man and continued walking, unaware of the blood slowly making its way onto the pavement.

Matt got home, had a shower, and got changed. He got into bed and slept as if nothing odd had happened today; however, this was only the beginning of the truly bizarre events that were to come.

The Human Shape

It was a bright summer day. Clear skies and gentle breezes. The temperature could only be described as high as sweat emanated off the bodies of those walking, jogging, talking, and going on with their day. It was all perfectly mundane. Yes, a normal day.

That's what Ben, a 22-year-old teaching assistant in casual clothing with brown eyes, black hair, and pale skin, thought before he turned his head around and stared directly at the man he had just passed and got a glimpse of those wide, bulging eyes only a cartoon character could possess.

"What….?"

He rubbed his eyes and told himself that maybe he was just delirious. After all, he was particularly tired today, as he had been hanging out with an old friend who was quite energetic, which was the opposite of himself.

He looked away from the man and continued walking home.

"Yeah. I was just seeing things. Haha. I should sleep more."

While on his way, he had to walk down an alleyway that did not look appealing, but it was the shortest route home. He quickly walked down the alleyway, trying his best to avoid the numerous pieces of garbage littering the ground, then suddenly stopped.

What was that?"

He thought to himself before turning around and seeing nothing in sight. He stared for a good few seconds before continuing to walk once more.

Maybe it was that strange individual from earlier? Then again, maybe I'm just being paranoid."

Nearing the end of the alleyway, Ben would start to sprint as the noise from earlier was now louder than before and seemed to be multiplying, which forced Ben into a fight or flight response, which he chose. As soon as he reached the door to his home, he grabbed the keys out of his pocket, rushed inside through the door, and closed it behind himself, making sure that it was effectively locked.

Once he knew it was, he would sigh in relief. However, about a minute or two later, he could hear something seemingly heavy crashing against his door with rageful might, causing Ben to step back from the door.

After a while, whatever that was would stop. Ben was shaken and could barely stand as he walked into the living room and fell straight onto his blue couch.

What the hell was that? A bear? Wait, no, that's stupid. Why would a bear just randomly attack me? The real question is why I would think a bear would be out here at all."

As he pondered the situation, he heard knocking coming from a nearby window. Now, really, after what he had just witnessed, he should not go anywhere near the window, but morbid curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously approached the window and pulled the curtains that were covering it aside.

That's when the colour drained from his face as he saw the man from earlier, or more appropriately, the creature from earlier, but now it really was a monster as it had the man's face and body but with six arms in total, eight rubbery-like legs, and a plethora of eyes across its body.

The thing spoke with a human voice that was distinctly deep.

Sorry for bothering. I noticed you were looking at me earlier, and so I thought you would like to talk face-to-face."

In response, Ben did not say anything but vigorously shake his head from side to side.

"Oh….how unfortunate. I thought we could be civil, but I guess manners are now off the table."

The creature said before that one of its long, rubbery, blackish legs would spear itself through the window, and glass shards fell behind Ben, who was now rushing out of the living room and up the stairs in a panic.

"I love tag!'

The creature said this before darting around and out of the living room and then crawling its way up the stairs.

"Run. Run. Little human run."

The creature tauntingly spouted as Ben tripped and turned as one of the creature's legs pierced his stomach and blood spewed out.

"Awww. The game is already over?

The next morning, Ben exited his home and locked the door behind himself. It was another great day, as suggested by the magnificent sky and radiant heat. Ben's green eyes were full of energy; his black hair, which, while a mess, still looked half decent; and his pale skin, which made him look sickly, were still the same as ever.

"Ah. Joyous life."

He mentioned it with a slightly deep voice before he started walking.

The end Is the beginning.

 Steel titans that once peaked beyond the heavens are now a meagre sight as they lay upon the ground in a position of dust, agony, and misery. Sharp shards are scattered everywhere, waiting for those who dare to walk in their direction. A great emptiness was found in this dilapidated prison, which they once called a city.

Shortly, a few light taps could be heard, and out of one of the dark endless alleyways, a youngish woman in her 20s with short blond hair, a dark green trench coat, a white turtleneck shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of raggedy white sneakers would show herself as the light of the sun grazed her being and made her shine like a star. She was quite as she quickly crouched down behind a wall and watched in the distance as a small brick structure was toppled. As soon as it looked clear, she quickly made her way into an establishment with chairs, tables, lights, and a counter, where on one of the walls was a list of different kinds of coffee for certain prices.

It`s been a while since I've seen one of these."

She said this before snapping back to reality and remembering she was on an important mission to gather supplies and get back home before she was discovered. She quickly scoured the area for any sort of resource, from cups to paper to anything else she could get her hands on, and then turned before stopping.

Thump!

Thump! 

Thump!

Her heart started to beat like a drummer who had too much sugar as she slowly looked upwards towards the ceiling, then looked back down towards the entrance of the establishment, and with careful consideration, she moved lightly, getting closer and closer before once again stopping and ducking under one of the square-like windows as a long, lanky, and rather pale hand slipped into the store, and the unknown woman looked up, making sure to avoid the thing above her with all her might.

She then waited, as that was all she could do, and sure enough, eventually she heard the loud steps getting further and further away. She popped her head up so she could just about see the outside world and caught a glimpse of the multiple-armed, multiple-legged, and multiple-headed thing known as a Dreaded.

The woman relaxed slightly and sighed in relief before quickly getting herself back on track and leaving the building, making sure nothing was around to surprise her. She rushed all the way to a rather dirty-looking door, which was the entrance of a metal shelter of some kind, which she entered, and once she was inside, a few footsteps could be heard as a whole host of individuals gathered around her.

Did you manage to get anything useful?"

One of the people said before the woman would speak, "Just the usual."

The people sighed and sat back down on the floor, chairs, and whatever they had that could be used as a seat. Someone approached the woman.

We really need to figure something out, Amy. We are running out of resources quickly."

Amy, the one we had been following this entire time, would also sigh as a guilty look plagued her face.

"I know. I know. "It looks like we will have to take a risk and move."

A look of shock appeared on the face of the man who was talking to Amy before it changed into one of understanding and concern.

"Alright. We`ve survived this long thanks to you, so I'll trust you and will make sure everyone is ready to go."

Amy nodded.

"Thanks Finn."

Survival station

Part 1: The Present

The hallways were dark, silent, and slippy. Every now and then, a slight shift from left to right would take place, as if something was bobbing in the sea and the wind was blowing in different directions with constant change.

Any exploration would cause a sense of discomfort, almost as if something was not quite right. Chairs, desks, and equipment sprawled all over the place, and doors were sealed tight or manually kept shut, with large objects being placed behind the doors, allowing no one to enter the rooms.

After a while, several squeaks could be heard, and once you turned around, in sight was a tiny, furry, and unassuming squirrel. With a nut in hand and a peaceful stare, yet more squeaks could be heard, and before you knew it, you were surrounded.

A single thought is now bubbling to the surface.

They're not peaceful.

Part 2: The Past

The earth had long been reduced to a broken, radiated, and contaminated world whose resources had been dwindling for a while now. The humans now lay in fear and despair, as if waiting for the inevitable end to come. If history had taught them anything, it was that they should not have repented, for the consequences were dire.

No matter what the genius scientists said, every day presented more problems than the last, and the law was all but a joke as people ravaged and committed unspeakable acts both for survival and out of confidence that justice would not be served. It was quickly found out that there was a quick solution to the situation, and that was by releasing yourself from the solution, even if it meant being selfish and hurting those you love.

In the end, an idea was brought to fruition.

Get the best people humanity has to offer and send them to the stars. An unknown amount of time passed, and now humans, along with squirrels, which were the only animals left, were now drifting in the endless void of space.

The plan was that these humans in space could survive and thrive, potentially coming up with a way to save everyone on earth, or they could at least survive the ordeal and repopulate the planet if they needed to, as this wasn't an event where love was needed but a crucial time when action must be taken.

One thing about space, however, is that sometimes the problem is not the objects floating around, but the people who make unfortunately terrible choices. A man named

Fred Barns decided to feed the squirrels, who were in their own room, contained in a cage of sorts.

Fred somehow managed to cut himself, and his blood was mixed in with the food the squirrels were eating.

Fred then left after feeding the squirrels. Unknown to him was the fact that the squirrels had now found their new favourite taste, which was the taste of human blood. 

 Fred returned after a while to check on the squirrels, so he entered the room and opened the cage once he was sure they could not escape.

A single squirrel stared at Fred, to which Fred smiled, thinking the little fellow was cute. Which was true until he realised it was digging through his stomach as red seeped out and his screams roared as he used his hands to swat the squirrels away and fell onto the floor, being quickly devoured by the creatures he once thought were his friends.

Obviously, the screaming by Fred got the rest of the crow to come check out the situation, and their faces showed horror beyond their wildest thoughts. The best decision would have been to shut the squirrels out of the room and then figure out what to do calmly, but instead panic erupted.

The crew ran as the squirrels were following and quickly closed the gap between the two. The humans thought there would not be any problems in space that they'd need a weapon for and so brought nothing, which now turned out to be a mistake.

The humans attempted to fight back by using the proficient technique of grabbing the squirrel and watching it splat as they slammed the squirrels against any surface that was available. The squirrels, however, proved to be too much, becoming akin to a tidal wave of gluttony, and soon enough, human life was eradicated.

The squirrels then proceeded to ruin the engines and equipment of the ship by simply believing everything to be a nut due to their rations having run out, leading to the destruction of the ship. The lights are now gone, the thrusters are now causing the ship to slightly weave from side to side, and red is now converting the floor and walls.

Part 3: The Future

As it turns out, no one was able to ever communicate with the space station that contained humans in space; however, the most horrific yet intriguing part was that if anyone ever somehow reached the station and entered, all they would find were squirrels, and after all, squirrels would never be a threat. Right? Adorable creatures are all they are.

There was only me.

Mac Mcdonald. A man of poor upbringing who has worked hard his whole life. He has a beautiful family of his own, which consists of his wife and their son, Tom McDonald. His hard work has paid off as he has risen through the ranks of the military he works for and is now tasked with a special job, which to him means he is now recognised as being at the top of the list. He walked out a green door, as behind him the building he was just in would shrink into the form of a dark grey cube, which he picked up and passed to a person in a white coat akin to the outfit of a scientist.

"I'm ready."

Mac said to the person who took the cube, and in response to his words, they nodded.  Mac started walking straight on. The current environment was one of sand and heat. A desert where usually nothing of real significance happens; however, today that was about to change as he was about to enter the structure known as Clockwork.

"Remember Mac. This is a chance to build up our reputation even further."

He said to himself to keep his eyes on the prize and make sure he was focused on the goal he had in mind. Eventually Mac would stop before a large wooden door, and above said door was a large clock that moved anti-clockwise. This clock was the reason this massive structure that had a door was called Clockwork.

"I was told to simply wait? Is that really all?"

A few moments after he spoke, the large wooden door would open outward, and without even realising it, Mac was now inside. Immediately, he noted there were many walls set up in a maze-like pattern.

As strange as this is, there doesn't seem to be much."

Mac heard something and turned, seeing what could only be described as himself standing just outside the entrance, and they seemed to mouth something; however, what Mac realised too late was that the doors were slowly closing as he sprinted with all his might, but unfortunately crashed into the wooden frame and fell backwards.

"I….what?"

He was not told that anything like this would happen, and he attempted several times to push open the door to no avail. He turned around, and with the little amount of light that just seems to defy physics by somehow existing even though there is no way for light to enter this large structure, he would sigh.

I've got to keep calm. I would`ve brought weapons, but I was told not to by those damn comrades of mine. Maybe this is all a prank? But then again, that does not seem to be the case. There has to be an exit somewhere. Right?"

Mac started walking as he followed along the dull walls and came upon twists and turns every few minutes. Walking and walking were all that he could do until he stopped.

"Hang on. How long has it been now? I feel like a few hours have already passed, but I don't really feel hungry or tired. While that may be a good thing, I cannot help but think that the shadows just outside my sight are moving. Are they moving? Am I moving? Yes. Maybe?"

He took a moment to breathe and calm down before walking once more. As time passed, he felt that the light itself was getting dimmer and that the darkness was reaching towards him. He thought about his family, but something was strange. At the start of this entire thing, he thought he had a perfect family; however, he now realised that his obsession with his job, rankings, and all that stuff may have clouded his mind and that he had not been spending enough time with his family.

"I….was foolish."

He said this as he dropped to the floor. Suddenly, in front of him, a beam of light fired outward, and he saw himself walking into the building. It seemed he had reached the entrance once more.

"....I see."

He made his way just outside the now-opened entrance and was now acting out what he had seen at the start.

"I'm sorry. This is for your own good."

He mouthed to himself before the door shut. Once back at headquarters, he explained the situation and then quit his job, as he had decided to spend more time with the family he was not taking care of as he should have.

Some say clockwork is purgatory in the physical world, while others argue it's a place where you are given another look at yourself and a chance to repent, but in the end, they are all theories.

To discover God

Walking through the desert Painful heat and dusty surroundings. John continued to walk, no matter the situation. His colleague, Greg, was also walking beside him. They were both wearing clothing that would provide them with protection against their harsh surroundings, though it was indeed still extremely uncomfortable.

How long till we arrive?"

John asked Greg without turning towards him but still marching onward.

We are close. Very close."

Greg replied calmly as they both came upon a stone structure akin to a cave, yet it felt unnatural and ominous. There was a human-sized entrance, which both Greg and John entered as they fought the fear they felt within.

It was dark inside and felt far more spacious than the outside would have suggested. A few moments later, suddenly, light would generate itself in the middle of the spacious room, which was entirely empty.

"I don't understand. Where is the light coming from?"

John asked confusingly, as there were no windows or sources for this light to appear from, yet it was here nonetheless, as if this were a natural thing that could just happen.

"It doesn't matter. We are finally here."

Both John and Greg slowly made their way to the middle of the room where the light was floating, stood a few inches away, and just observed as they were unsure what to do at the moment.

Is this it? This is god?"

John said it again, confused, and Greg did not reply and instead continued to intensely stare at the light.

After five or so minutes on the ground below the light, a fleshy cube of eyes, arms, legs, and hair levitated up into the light, devouring it whole as the cube itself began to glow a bright purple.

Both John and Greg were silent as they continued to watch the events unfold.

Soon the arms of the cube, which was currently the size of a basketball, latched onto Greg and John as they felt their bodies increase in heat as their legs, then their arms, and finally the rest of their bodies began to melt and swarm around the cube, which then moulded the flesh of the two people into what could only be described as crimson wires that drilled into the ground and spread out across the land and across the globe through water and lave. After about an hour, it had successfully spread its roots to every part of the world.

A few days later, within the centre of Russia, a being rose to its feet. It towered above everything, with molten liquid spewing out of its body and thunderous storms ravaging the land.

In the centre of Brazil, out on the ground came a large number of large, 12-legged, 3-headed, and sharp-clawed dog- or wolf-like creatures that tore every living thing to shreds.

Within the centre of Canada, spawned from thin air, were the stuff of nightmares. An army of humans with different animal parts, strangely shaped bodies, and enough strength as well as speed to mow down all hostile and non-hostile beings, though they could also infect others by touching flesh and morphing targets into the creatures that were attacking them.

Australia was frozen into a palace of winter as creatures with humanoid bodies that possess long fingers, several mouths, and icy thorns growing out of their backs spew a blue gas out of their mouths and eyes, which quickly freezes anything it comes into contact with.

Over the weeks of carnage, it seemed these creatures were all moving across the world while heading towards the point of origin, where the mysterious thing that started this massacre was.

To dream of Colour

Carl used his shoulder to ram through the door, which swung open, as he quickly sprinted through and up the stairs, immediately heading through the only door that was open and screaming as he made his way through.

"Sarah!"

The first thing he saw was a puddle of black and white liquid on the floor next to the bed, which expanded and faded away as if it never existed in the first place. There was a moment of silence as Carl stood in the doorway, and soon it became a roaring rage as Carl slammed his arms against the walls and bed, threw the pillows around, and finally ended up as a sobbing mess on the floor.  Torturous thoughts of his failure to save his friend constantly fired throughout his mind, and eventually everything faded to black as he shut down from the tremendous grief.

The next morning came, or what could only be assumed to be morning with the lack of light, but it was quite hard to tell. Carl awakened from his slumber and rose to his feet. He slowly stumbled his way back out the door, down the stairs, and out the entrance of the house. He sat about 20 feet away from the building and laid against an angelic tree of pristine white colouring.

"Again. It happened again."

Carl glanced over at the other houses, both big and small. They once held magical memories, but now items were scattered about and the land was overgrown. This sight was the final straw, and Carl knew he had to leave. It may not be better out there in the wider world, but hanging about and wallowing in despair won't get him anywhere either.

He quickly walked over and into his humble abode and packed what he could into his black and originally leather backpack, which from the bottom dripped black liquid. Carl walked in front of a mirror that reflected a person of two colours, the primordial black and white. He stared blankly at the glass and felt an intense yearning to throw his fist and shatter the damn thing, but he calmed himself down and walked out of the structure, which he had been calling home for many years now.

"Goodbye."

 He spoke in a sombre tone towards his home before turning his back on it and walking. He walked past the grassy roundabout that had been near the homes for many years and did not speak as he continued to walk onward.

He noted that there was an abundance of garbage, plant life, and many puddles of black and white liquid spilled across the pavement. This was another reminder of what had happened only a year ago when that thing tore the sky apart and stole all the colours of the universe besides black and white. Yes. Some thought it was a prank, a movie, or just ignored it, but soon it became quite clear that peace was not something that thing had in mind, and soon the world went mad and the reality we once knew had become a nightmarish fiction.

Along with itself, that thing also brought along its children or its soldiers; honestly, even now, it's difficult to tell what they mean to it. One thing is certain, however: the things that it brought were not friendly and were always hungry.

He stopped in his tracks suddenly. He was near a few stores, and cars littered the area. 

He snuck over, bent down, and hid behind a rather small car. He peeked around the corner and saw three adult lion-sized creatures that had eight legs, four arms on the sides of their bodies, and a head that was a circular shape with mouths dotted across the surface.

The things were composed of a black mass, and a black liquid dripped from their very beings. They were currently viciously biting down on what seemed to be 2 or 3 people, and Carl watched horrified and felt guilt as there was nothing he could do.

He would pass by the creatures quietly as they happily had their meal.

"This was it."

He thought to himself that this was what the end looked like.

To burn from the unknown

At approximately 3:47 p.m. in Canada, a bizarre event occurred. Across the country's landscape, several 300-metre-tall, or 984-foot-high, shiny metallic rods crashed down into the earth and stationed themselves without any kind of feasible pattern. There was no structure constructed or any form of attack. The government had no clue what was happening. This could be some kind of attack, or really anything; there were no clues as to what was happening. After a few hours, the bottom of the rods on all four sides began to make an electronic sound of unknown origins and started to climb up the sides, eventually reaching the middle, ending with the rod firing a wave of heat outward that travelled for miles.

A few more hours passed, and the rods were emitting a short but intense amount of heat as forests, homes, and really anything and everything set on fire out of the blue. Animals mindlessly ran around, some of which ran into the fires, and others started to eat humans and animals alike in a state of frenzy. The people attempted to get into cars, planes, and boats in order to escape; however, all the vehicles refused to start as the fires grew across the land and consumed all life.

Usually you`d think help would be on the way, but for the outside world, Canada looked and acted fine, as if a powerful illusion were fooling the planet. What were these rods? Why were they doing this? Where would one even find the answers?

[theoraclefish]

A desolate land with a bunker underground which houses a secretive area and within it is located classified documents that tell of secrets, creatures and events that exist across space and time code named "The Abysmal Archive." 

It is unknown currently who was stationed here?, why they were stationed here? and how they even got their hands on these documents?

It has been theorized a group known as the "Global Graviton" may have been the ones who used to bunker. They are simply a large group or organisation that knows of cosmic and anomalous information which they have somehow obtained.

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El Errante (The Wanderer)

El Errante. People once dead have now risen once more upon the earthly plane. They are essentially spirits but possess a more physical form and skillset. People who died in one way or another had things they had yet to accomplish, and this desire paired with a white mask that has horns allows one who was dead to acquire a new form and continue onwards till their desires are fulfilled, whether that be seeing family one last time or murdering someone. It doesn't matter as goals are goals in the end.

Once a spirit has been paired with a mask, which can only be done by an espiritualista, aka a spiritualist, who has vast amounts of knowledge about spirits and all things related to them, they use their knowledge to both see and interact with lingering spirits, giving them a mask and setting them upon the world once more.

El Errante are described as white-masked individuals, with the mask having two eye holes with a light white glow in each eye, and long razor-sharp horns extending behind the mask and down from the back of its head, neck, and chest. They are covered in a coating of weeds and grass. Its entire body is a pitch-black colour. Its arms and legs are still humanoid, having fingers and toes, but its overall shape is lanky.

The creatures often have greater physical capabilities than any human, as they can move boulders easily, swiftly move across great distances, and survive damage no human could. Additionally, they often have a tool, commonly a weapon, though sometimes something else that is black in colour, that they can utilise at a level akin to a professional.

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El camino a ninguna parte (The Road To Nowhere)

Before the universe existed, there was an entirely different place that had been made. The first draft of what was meant to be, so to speak and it had no life, no air, no death and no real idea. A place of infinite scope with dozens of pathways and stairs leading to a multitude of empty spaces and true dread. The time was lonely. Space was lonely. It was truly a place to be alone.

Though it was abandoned instead, the universe as we know it was created in its place. Unfortunately, every secret will eventually come to light. The dimension the place was in slowly grew stronger over time as its reach expanded beyond its own dimension, cracking and breaking into our very realm.

People would coincidentally enter into these cracks, which the senses of a human would not be able to detect, and so people would shuffle through the dimensions, entering the  place of the unknown.

Forever trapped with no escape. They have no need for water, food, or anything else that is necessary to be human because they are now even less than that. They are now part of the emptiness.

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El Sangre iglesia (The Blood Church)

Tucked away within a dimension within a dimension eternally Hidden away from existence and kept in the form of a mere legend that is temporarily recalled before the thought is thrown away. The Blood Church is a place where giving one's red liquid grants you a place in the great beyond where you shall have all you have ever dreamed about.

It is a mysterious place. Usually it is uncommon for one to even enter the realm of the blood church, but if you're unlucky, you may slip through the cracks of existence and hurl into the realm known as La tierra de la sangre (The land of blood), where the great Blood church resides.

In this land, there is nothing. No people, structures aside from the church, or any kind of life at all. The sky is blue, so much so that it looks like the sea as if it were on the ceiling. One can enter the structure, which looks like a rather small church-like structure coated in a white colour with a few windows dotted around and an entrance consisting of two doors. Once one has entered the building, they shall see the pew chairs, aka church chairs, forming rows and stopping before the front of the church, which is slightly raised with a podium in view facing towards the church chairs. That's all there is, and it does not look particularly special aside from the fact that the chairs themselves seem to have some strange red liquid dropping from them and the fact that random pieces of clothing are dotted around on the seats.

A few days spent in this realm, and you'll quickly find you cannot actually head anywhere, as if you do decide to walk off in a direction, you'll end up back on the outside of the church. A few more days will pass, and the blue sky will drain in colour every day until it ⁸is overtaken by a scarlet red. Eventually the voices will kick in, telling you to dig into your very skin and chip away until the land gets its food in the form of the red liquid that swims around your body.

Eventually you'll be nothing more than a fraction of what you were, and gradually your body will break down until the realm itself devours you and your clothing is added to the church's seats.

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la serpiente asesina negra (The Black Killer Snake)

la serpiente asesina negra. A rampaging monster of sorts that travels in a slippery snake-like manner along the ground or really any surface. This slither is accompanied by constant soft jabs at the floor, which are done so by its legs, leaving it moving in an unnatural manner. A strange characteristic is that mist exudes from its body, but this mist has supernatural properties, as it is actually a disguise for a portal that leads to another realm, which from a person's perspective is seen as a never-ending grassland. Across the dirt is an unimaginable amount of treasure scattered everywhere. This treasure is merely a mirage, as once you attempt to take it, you will be placed into a trance where you will immediately eliminate yourself, commonly through strangulation.

In terms of a description the demon has dozens of large metallic thorns protruding down its body which bends in several unusual ways in addition the creature is long with a length of 300 feet ,tall with a height of 150 feet, far faster than its size would suggest and incredibly capable of destruction as its legs are essentially giant knives which are black in colour and seem to be constructed of a metallic material so it's plenty deadly in addition the mist has another strange trait which  allows the creature to breathe without the need of oxygen so travelling through the depths of the ocean or somehow getting into space and travelling the  cosmos is not impossible meaning it's both mobile and dangerous.

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El desvanecimiento (The Fade)

Life flourishes and then it dies. Life is all about doing everything you can before your time is up. Decisions upon decisions that make you the person you are. So what happens when someone gets in your way and you as well as others want this person gone. Well as it turns out teamwork makes the dreamwork as enough focus on a singular wish can cause even reality to bend to the whims of people.

In this particular case we are talking about "Fading". It's a phenomenon where if enough people want one particular person to vanish then using their minds and focusing on this one goal allows them to force reality itself to erase the person as this in turn will grant happiness to those who wished for that person to be gone. This is both amazing as it shows the power humans hold together, however its absolutely terrifying as anyone can be erased and people have struggled to understand why this particular ability even exists even if it did make people happy. Why give it to anyone? 

The erasing of an individual often is described as a person choking and  slowly evaporating into a smokey black dust and eventually entirely being gone. Where they go is unknown, but its not like anyone really cares.

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El alma solitaria (The Lonely Soul)

Home. A place of warmth and safety. A place of hope and destiny. A place of growth and future. A Hellish prison. A connection so strong that your home is the place you feel the most comfortable where you can be yourself. A connection that is actually a curse.

Death within your home allows your soul to be grasped and chained down forever contained within the walls and never allowed the freedom to move beyond. Why would you need heaven if you`re already in your home? This is the situation some unluckily individuals find themselves in. A wandering, fleshless and wrathful entity wanting to share its dreadful existence with others even if that's not what they want.

Innocent looking akin to a low effort halloween costume with a white sheet over a body with two eye holes. These things are now referred to as "Lonely Souls' ' possessing the ability to appear and disappear, phase through walls and limited telekinesis to move things around. They use their abilities to shock anyone that treads in their home hoping to cause their death and begging to gain a friend.

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Uno que mira (One Who Looks)

There is a legend that has been spread through the lands of australia. The legend speaks of a home settled within a forest. This forest surrounded the home, yet kept its distance creating a small pocket of open land where nothing grew. The owner of this little home of coziness and warmth was a man in his 50s by the name of Dylan Smith. In terms of appearance he looked like he was covered in dirt completely but still wore a white vest, blue jeans and had a particular type of shoes. White crocks to be specific. He looked out of place as the inside of his home was clean beyond a shadow of a doubt. A small table sat in the middle of his 1 floor home with some chairs by a window and a bed in one of the corners. There were also several boxes scattered around as if he was about to move or had just moved in, yet his appearance suggested he had been living here a while.

The man's daily activities consisted of cutting wood with an axe that seem to appear whenever he needed it, sleeping quite a bit and generally leading a slow and relaxing life, however when night falls he twists and turns in his bed as sweat drenches his body and the house bends and moves as if it is in pain.

On particularly dark nights beyond the thick forestry one may see a titan of darkness with eyes of golden light rise and watch the home as it towers above.

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El latido del corazón de Dios (Gods Heartbeat)

It was the summer of 20xx, where light was raining down, heat was rising, and days seemed to go on forever. People were out and about, enjoying their lives as much as they possibly could. They did not want to waste even one second of their breath. That's when it happened. At approximately 1 p.m., the ground began to shake, starting as a mere tremble and evolving into destructive and violent waves as small objects fell onto the ground, cars flew through the air, and buildings shifted, eventually toppling down as scarlet blood scattered everywhere.

While the chaos was happening, some people, from young to old, felt a tug upon their beings that directed them in a certain direction as they felt the urge to walk. They walked and walked for miles without food or rest, yet they seemed absolutely fine, as if they were in a trance that guided them towards something. Soon more and more people will be walking, forming a large army of individuals who will not stop walking, some of whom, due to the earthquake, were put in situations where they got badly injured, but they kept walking without a complaint.

Eventually, the people arrived at a large mountain with a gap that served as an entrance. There were people who followed their family in an attempt to stop them from walking; however, once they saw the mountain, they wondered if it was real since something seemed ominous about the large structure. The group entered through the gap and through the darkness that filled the inside of the mountain. After what felt like hours, they arrived upon a large open space where there was a massive hole in the ceiling, allowing light to reveal a massive metallic orb floating at least 50 metres off the ground.

Suddenly, what sounded like a powerful heartbeat would start up as the ground beneath the people's feet cracked and exploded with lots of force, leaving bodies scattered about like ragdolls. The people's family members stared in horror and confusion at the orb, unsure of what to do.

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Teintes changeantes (Changing Shades)

There was nothing at the start. Nothing to feel, smell, touch, etc. Light is a mysterious phenomenon. Apparently, God was the one who introduced it into the universe. "Let there be light" was the phrase uttered, and just like that, the ability to see was obtained. Light is not alive. Yes. That was a fact. Is it true, though? The sun. A thing of immense heat. A burning ball of death and life. Amazing beyond words, and yet that is all it is. A flaming sphere. It's not alive, so it is of no importance to anyone other than those who study it in the name of science. There were those who prayed to it, revered it, and worshipped it as a god, but it is no god. Right?

The 21st century, and this is the idea that is common amongst humankind. We are thankful for the sun, but we are not going to pray to it, offer it anything, or thank it. We are the only sentient creatures in existence gifted with creativity and abilities no other thing has. Yes. That is what makes us special. Our uniqueness and individuality

2:57 p.m.—that's when it happened. The heat that was once bearable suddenly increased to the point of pain. Red skin and screams erupted. The sound of people dropping onto the floor as their consciousness dissipated That was merely the start, as the shadows we once controlled as if we were puppet masters cut their strings and left the 2D realm, becoming 3D just like the humans they imitated.

Their forms consisted entirely of darkness, and the light of the sun did nothing to hinder them. They had what could only be seen as fur on their hunched backs and arms that extended down from the shoulders, which included four fingers extending from their hands that could only be described as sharp. Their heads were animal-like in design, yet they had no facial features, or at least nothing human-like.

The humans in the midst of these baffling and frankly terrifying events made the mistake of not moving, as in those few seconds of confusion the shadowy beings swiped and landed large incisions that tore through fabric down to the flesh as blood spewed out the unfortunate souls that were attacked as they slumped to the ground dead.

That day marked the invasion. Was this God's judgement? Was this alien? Or maybe the sun had finally had enough?

[theoraclefish]

The year is 2025 and all is actually pretty good. There is peace, unity and bright days. People have homes, countries work together to manage resources and life is generally golden. Things really could not be better, however as always peace is not permanent. No one knows how, but a doorway was opened and out came the forces of chaos and tragedy. The world was flipped. Roaring thunderous clouds, anguished screams of terror and destruction on a level never seen before.

The year is 2040 and the database known as the "From Beyond" has been established by dozens of individuals over the years. This database contains information about a few beings out of the nunerous beings who exited the gateway back in 2025 and whilst there are no weaknesses currently available the information is still seen as incredibly valuable.

The Shriek

A fish like entity with a scale covered body with tiny spikes protruding from its head all the way down its back to its two finned tail. Its height and length dwarfs the largest submarines. It has bloody eyes, teeth the length of pencils and two fins to both its right and left which look like large wings. 

Nothing is safe  on top of or within the water particularly if you hear a high-pitched piercing cry or sound, as that means flowing through the murky depths at speeds unprecedented with a bite that no metal can whistand the Shriek is on the hunt. 

If you do manage to move without being paralysed by fear then you'll soon find this dark grey entity can spout from its body sharp fleshy tentacles to keep you in place or slice you up in mere moments.

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The Horned Goliath

A large reptilian with three protruding horns on its forhead. Massive legs capable of creating miniature earthquakes merely by moving, its innate ability to camouflage combined with the entire forest upon its back make it incredible at hiding and its glowing orb like eyes can blind anyone in its path.

Usually it sleeps for days on end, however when awoken it finds entertainment in squishing all the bugs below its feet and causing destruction to the area around itself.

It has a strange passive ability to cause the rapid growth of trees of various kinds around itself in a 5 mile radius.

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Head Lights

Lanky beings with clamp like feet, elongated arms, elongated legs, thin chest and no head but a circular hole at the top of its chest where a bright light shines out of and its entire skin is a pitch black almost clay like substance. 

Usually found in large groups often hunting something down or curiously checking things out. It uses its long fingers like branches by increasing their length and cutting through or grabbing whatever the target is. The light they shine is hypnotic and allows these beings to mess with other entities in any way they'd like.

They are compared to humans far faster, agile and have great spacial awareness meaning no one gets away.

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Long Legs 

Often being seen as an average house, however their true form is long legs with a house on top as a head. A orange glow emits out the windows of the home as the creatures walk.

They have the ability to mimic the form of a home by concealing their legs under their heads making them look approachable, however get too close and you may get pierced by a leg or devoured and within the home shall be slowly digested over time as the heat increases and death is slow.

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Puppet master 

A large entity with no legs, but it does have a upper body, arms and head. It has elongated fingers and a white mask where a face should be.

It often creates illusions that will trick someone to walk into a darkened area and from there will attach strings of darkness to its victim and manipulate them whilst feasting on their emotions.

It has the innate ability to see into the minds of others, as well as be able to shape darkness that it can generate and uses this to create things that it can use to guide its victims into the darkness.

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No name

A 6'0 lanky grey skinned individual with no facial features that has feet that look like socks without having any socks and has long fingers. 

It wants acceptance and so using its innate ability to morph into others it will try and trick people into believing it is the one they know, but will always fail because of a variety of reasons.

This failure causes it to become consumed by rage and then using its vast strength, ability to stretch its body and horrifying durability  will eliminate those ot was attempting to trick. It will then move onto other people and will repeat this cycle.

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[theoraclefish]

The "Majestic anonymity" or "  Eccentric enclosure" otherwise known as a zoo. Well. A little more special than an average zoo. It contains the ravenous, the atypical, the simply strange. All manner of creatures, plants and organisms. They've been saved, stolen and or otherwise collected from various places and brought over in order to be mostly safely kept and examined by professionals and tourists alike.

The owner of the zoo named Maxwell oodles died in [Redacted] by means of [Redacted]. Currently the zoo is overseen by Maxwells greatest creation being maxwell junior. A circular and metallic being standing at 5'10 by extending 10 to 15 thin metallic rods that can bend out its body from the right, left and backside of its spherical form. On the front is a blue light kept behind a flat piace of glass which can be seen as an eye.

Maxwell junior has control over the employees of the zoo which are a collection of different robotic contraptions in the shapes of people with fake rubbery skin, additional limbs and a whole lot of different voices and personalities. The employees all have different jobs such as janitorial duties, electronical maintenance, limited counciling, creatures, plants and organisms management, as well as a whole sleuth of other important positions.

The zoo itself is housed in its own pocket reality, however this was not by choice and it is currently trapped in the pocket reality which is a  land of medieval and scifi advancements and asthetics. Oddly this zoo seems to bleed into other realities often occupying forests and underground locations.

[North]

In the North one can find the frosty lands of Ictel which is known for its humongous mountains of stone and snow, landscapes of ice and roaming primitive giants wielding wooden or stone weaponry with vicious lusts for blood. Overall a harsh landscape which is hellish and where people are left to rot and survival is nigh-impossible.

Caves, crudely built wooden structures and campfires are scatterd about and are the most common thing one would see aside from corpses, crimson liquid and a few more unfortunate and horrid sights.

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[East]

The East Is full of mechanical wonder, massive cities, towering buildings some of which float off the ground by the power of thrusters and more housing than the eye can see. The buissness side of the city is greedy and cut throat where even the death of competitors Is not seen as immoral. 

The housing is occupied by large families that either live decently with enough money to get by or are incredibly wealthy and have no issues in life, often looking down on the people below them in the social hierarchy.

The edges of the city are slumbs of eternal garbage, violence, unity and sickness. People get by collecting trash, scamming others and hoping they do not get sick, as doctors are expensive. They live in sewers, hopes, tents of garbage and anything that can scrap together with any material they have found.

The wheather is a mix between sometimes raining, being warm and or nothing occurring. Storms are rare due to the technology being utilized allowing those who can afford to buy such technologies to control the wheather.

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[South]

A mix of lakes, snow, heat, wood and metal. Carefully crafted structures that can contain multiple people have been built alongside Wells, watch towers, docks, shops and a few large stadiums. People in leather or metal armour walk around their homes with multiple different kinds of melee weapons or range weapons in hand. 

Talking, trading and socialising occur commonly and things are planned to be built, people hunt for meat or natural foods and some battles to defend territories occur. Whilst these people are primitive unlike the North they have great intelligence, but are not close to the advanced stages of humanity like the east Is.

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[West]

Mountains, grassy landscapes, massive structures of metal, stormy wheather, empty hallways. The land of the abandoned is usually what this place is called. There is a total lack of life, yet signs that life was here some time ago. What's left Is mechanical beasts, active machinery and defenses still mighty. 

Symbols, books and unfinished tinkering are remnants of a civilisation that without warning seemingly vanished, but left there home well guarded for many years. 

According to rumours loud sounds can be heard coming from the west, as if something large is being constructed, but what it could be is currently a question  no one can answer.

[theoraclefish]

An organisation known as the Rift Rebellion whos mission is to protect humanity or is it? Strange anomalies exist in our world, but we have people who fight against the supposedly evil entities and objects that exist within our reality.

Secrets are going to come to light and mysteries are a dozen. Welcome to the Rift Records

The Rift Rebellion keeps both physical and digital documentation of all encountered rifts and anything related to the rifts and this documentation has been accepted to be known as the "Rift Records."

[theoraclefish]

𝙍𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚: 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

Documentation of events that were not known about had been found in the database of the Rift Rebellion, known as the Rift Records. It told a story about one of the head researchers who had gone missing a few days ago. The events were shared with the relevant people and discussed.

The story goes as follows and is well detailed, as if it had been created by someone who witnessed the events, though as far as is known, no one knew anything.

James Wilkinson, head researcher of the occult department, would turn his head up and peek at his colleagues outside his office, tapping away at the keyboards. His eyes were shaky, and he could feel his heartbeat increasing slightly as time passed. He'd glance outside the glass behind him before nodding to himself, shutting his computer down, picking up his suitcase, and walking out of his office in his neat blue suit.

He walked over to his colleagues and sneaked a few glances around the large room, giving off a sigh of relief once he factually knew it was only him and his colleagues here currently. He would then speak after a few moments.

"It's getting late and you've all worked hard, so you can go home early today. You've earned it."

His colleagues gave him a suspicious look, as if not understanding why they would be finishing early. They decided, however, not to think about it for too long and instead take this opportunity, which is not common. They all quickly gathered their things and left in a hurry. Smiles plastered across their faces. James then also left shortly after making sure everyone had left and made his way to the nearest office; however, before reaching the exit, he saw a few people coming his way and grabbed the fedora he had placed upon his head as he left his department and pulled it down to cover his face as he walked past the people and out of the building. He was sweating profusely.

He would move onward by foot instead of bicycle. He wanted to be secretive, so he thought moving by foot would be the best way to do so. He walked through the cityscape of brick and metal with stealthy movement. He heads to one of the safe houses owned by the organisation, which is currently not used, and sleeps there for the night until the next morning, when he is once again on the move.

Before he left, however, he saw on TV a news broadcast talking about a wanted man named James Wilkinson, aka him. He stared down at his left arm, where these strange symbols were growing up from his wrist and across his arm, slowly evolving.

"Not much time left. I better hurry."

He left the safehouse and used a strange-shaped object he had stolen from the organisation and stashed in the safe house, which allowed him to reshape his face and allowed him to walk the streets as someone unknown. He continued walking and turned right, left, right, right again, and a final left, standing before a brick wall.

"Όνειρο να αψηφάς."

He stated that as the wall would shuffle and break open as he stepped through into the dimly lit tunnel, the wall would reconstruct itself behind himself. He walked and walked. The ground was full of sludge and ooze. The walls were slimy. The little bit of light was chilling on his skin. He walked and walked. He went further and further.

Eventually, he entered a large open space with the same walls and floor. A pole seemed to be standing tall in the centre of the room, with several strange wood carvings of animals, humans, and things never seen before encircling the pole, all placed on the ground. Laughter would erupt in the room as James would spin around in constant confusion before stopping as the space in front of him would rip open in the same way scissors would cut through paper.

A large, pulsing, milky white, 27-finger, 13-thumbed thing that could only be assumed to be a hand would reach out the tear and upon its palm a mouth of at least seven rows of teeth, and it spoke in many different voices all at once.

"Times up. What's your choice? Remember, you killed him for this."

The text of the documentation ends there, and no matter how much the organisation tried to find out more, their attempts revealed nothing concrete. However, when they visited the location James was last at, as mentioned in the story, They walked through the tunnel, which for them did not have the sludge, ooze, or chilling effects mentioned in the story. In the large room, they found numerous miniature wooden carvings of faces placed all about, seemingly randomly, across the ground.

unfortunately. To this day, no one knows what happened to head researcher James Wilkinson or what crime he committed, as the news story mentioned in the text was never actually broadcast.

[theoraclefish]

𝙍𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

A man named Boris sighed, an expression of annoyance visible. He tapped his keyboard keys with hurried movements. A few minutes later, he hears the ding-dong of an email and stares at his screen, the light reflecting off his brown eyes. He turns in his chair and stares out past the glass with a view of trees, plants, and a majestic dream.

Lyla walked, or more accurately, rushed past rooms filled with people and devices, towards a door labelled head researcher and walked inside the office with a curious expression. The man named Boris threw an object towards her and gestured towards the door, so she then left just as quickly as she had come with a brown document in hand, which she opened and stared at the black letters upon the white sheet.

"Hmm."

She was intrigued but knew that this mission was dangerous, so she grabbed herself a weapon, and to be more specific, a Glock 17. She left in a 1969 black Aston Martin DB6.

. 

She was heading to West Melbury, which is located in the county of Dorset, South West England, two miles south of the town of Shaftesbury, 20 miles north-west of the major town of Poole, 55 miles south-east of Cardiff, and 96 miles south-west of London. West Melbury lies roughly one mile southwest of the Wiltshire border. West Melbury falls within the unitary authority of Dorset. It is in the SP7 postcode district. The post town for West Melbury is Shaftesbury.

Once Lyla had arrived in the village of West Melbury, she would park her car in a place that would not be too conspicuous, though this village was small with a population of 300 or perhaps a little bigger, so the possibility that a crime would occur in such a peaceful place felt like it would be low.

Lyla left her car and began walking. This place mostly had detached houses occupied by usually one or two people, and any higher number than that was a rare sight. She walked past the homes and other historical buildings this area was known for. As she walked, she noticed some people walking with dead fish eyes and oily skin; others worked on their gardens with obsessive focus, though their plants seemed red in overall colour with a tangy, putrid odour that she could smell from a distance; and additionally, she walked past large slimey-like structures with odd shapes.

She walked through the village and slowly made her way out to the endless green fields. Grass and emptiness were the only things around. Soon she began to create more and more distance from the village, and this lasted a good while before she finally arrived. She saw what looked like a two-story, rather large, wooden structure standing in front of herself. She walked across the wooden base towards a red door and clicked a small white button beside the door.

Soon she heard a click sound, and the door slid open with a squelch, and half of a wrinkly white face pops out through the tiny space left by the door being moved.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

The voice of dry vocal cords emits, and Lyla gives a small smile with a cheery attitude and energy.

"Hi. Sorry for taking so long. I heard you needed some maintenance done at your home."

The door then opened entirely, and an old man with oily pale skin and dead fish eyes, dressed in a blue cardigan with brown trousers and shoes, and a hunched back, revealed himself.

"Ah. Yes. Please come in."

Lyla followed the man as he walked inside and guided her. In front of the door, which was now closed, was a staircase, and she turned right just as the man was entering a room with mixed red and yellow walls, numerous paintings, a couch, a table, and a TV, with a few other doors pressed against the walls. After a few moments of glancing around, Lyla would speak.

"So sir. What did you need help with?"

The man turned to Lyla and seemed to scan her, though he had a rather innocent smile on his face.

"My....tv seems to not work. I have no idea why it won't turn on. I've tried all I can to turn it on, but I cannot seem to get it to work."

He said this as his smile faded and tears swam down his cheeks. Lyla watched and felt generally disheartened by this sight; however, she could not rid herself of this strange feeling that she was being watched.

"I'll go get some biscuits whilst you work."

Just like that, the old man scuttled off through one of the doors and disappeared from the room.

Lyla took this moment of opportunity to have a closer look around the room. The walls felt spongy, like jam.

"Odd. Why does it feel so strange?"

The portraits around the room seem to showcase people in unusual positions, such as standing or sitting on furniture, and the same portraits seem to be of different kinds of bones. The couch was red in colour, and Lyla swore that she could feel a pounding whenever she touched it. The table was white in colour with four legs, and the TV, which was apparently broken, turned on immediately once Lyla found the power button.

"Huh. That was easy? Maybe he just got confused?"

A little more snooping led Lyla to one of the corners of the room, where there was a chair that she somehow missed when she entered the room. The chair was wooden and did not exactly stand out; however, feeling the chair was not meant to be here, Lyla moved it, revealing a hole that looked quite big, and from said hole, Lyla could hear something. laughter? Anguish? Soon she heard footsteps coming from the door the old man went through and placed the chair back over the hole, though she did not realise it was slightly out of place since she was in a rush.

The old man came out of what could be guessed to be the kitchen, as he had a tray in hand with a cup on it and a few different biscuits.

"Sorry for the long wait." The old man stated

Lyla decided, however, that it was time to go.

"Sorry. I'm quite busy, so I'll have to have it another time, but I've fixed your TV."

Lyla then turned; however, she glanced at the tea and biscuits, both looking oily and red. She quickly made her way towards the door and left, ignoring the man's words.

" How much do I pay?"

Lyla rushed, almost running at this point. Something was wrong with both that house and the village itself. Soon she caned across the village again and retraced her steps. There were now a lot more people, but they were all staring at her on the sidelines as if not curious but with ominous intent. Lyla also noticed how the floor, grass, trees, buildings, etc. seemed to be oily now. Everything seemed to wiggle ever so slightly.

She got to her car, got in, and quickly slammed the accelerator pedal, though in the rear view mirror all she could see behind her were waves of red. She quickly headed back to headquarters, though it did take a while, and informed her boss Boris of her findings. A day later, teams had been sent to the village and across the fields towards the house of the old man. The results of the large operation were, well, lacklustre.

It was gone. The entire village was gone. The old man's home was gone. Every individual was gone. All that was left were puddles of water and a protein found in muscle tissue called myoglobin. There were apparently signs of a rift that was previously here; however, said rift was unable to be found now.

No one really understands what has happened here. Lyla's mission was to investigate the numerous deaths that had happened in this village, which were supposedly somehow linked to the old man she had met and his home; however, not much was left to investigate. The whole situation was documented and called the " Act of normality."

[theoraclefish]

𝙍𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚

Mac walked up to the head reasearchers office, the headreasearcher was known as Bill and with a shaky hand placed upon the handle of the door Mac would swing it open gently and walk inside. What he witnessed was a room full of stacked papers,  rubbish covering the floor and a man sat in a seat with a intense glare.

"Sir! Agent Mac Donaldson reporting for duty!"

The man sat in the seat with a suit though he was missing his coat would with a snap of his wrist place down upon his desk a single paper which he then slides across the desk and motions for the agent to read the paper. Mac would slowly walk up to the desk and grasps the paper with one hand, as his eyes dart to the words. From left to right he scans evrey line with great focus and eventually lifts his head to look at the head reasearcher.

"So.....you want me to check this out?"

Bill would stare at Mac before nodding and says something before Mac leaves.

"Do not mess this up agent. I'm giving you an opportunity to show your worth. Your record thus far has not been....adequate, so hopefully you'll be able to show good results this time."

Mac was silent and with that.....pep talk...out the way he would leave the utterly messy room and heads to the appropriate area to get ready. He rid himself of his current clothing and was given a new set of clothing and was told to wear that. In terms of appearance it can be described as casual civilian clothing in order to not look out of the ordinary and off he went in one of the many cars owned by the organisation towards the destination he was instructed to head too.

He stopped and parked the car on the left side of the road near a pub. His current location was in Portsmouth which is world renowned as the home of the Royal Navy and a tourist visitor destination. Portsmouth is also home to high profile UK and multinational companies such as BAE Systems, EADS Astrium, IBM and the Pall Corporation. The city is well represented in the knowledge based and advanced engineering sectors.

Mac watched from within his car all the hassle and bustle. People chatting, walking and enjoying life, as well as the occasional argument and/or fight. The sun was going down and the light was Fading away. Lampposts were left to light up the area, as much as possible. Mac sighed and stepped out his car then walked to the city centre of Portsmouth, as his instructions from the paper he read earlier had instructed and once there he would stare up.

There scattered across the sky were dots of light. Dozens of them. Silent. Peaceful. Beyond reach and scope. Ethereal in form, yet to his naked eye they looked tiny. Insignificant. So far away that they had no impact. He stared and stared. He watched as they and turned. They in unison formed a beam that cut across the sky like a fairy in the night. Mac felt a urge from deep within to walk, to follow, to seek. 

A voice so very faint called to him. He turned and across the building where shiny orbs of light which he followed like clues for a treasure map. Past the people, across the streets, ignore the cars and walk onwards without faltering. Step by step. Meter by meter. Mac passed the trees, charged through the bushes and continued walking, as if hypnotised and having no will.

Suddenly he stepped on a large rock and tumbled down like a tree that had been cut. His head clashing against the dirt. A few moments later and he awoke. Eyes darting. Heart pumping. With heavy breathe he looked upwards. A black sky was all that awiated. He got up and stood upon his feet. Around himself he saw forestry. He questioned how he got here and why he cane? Then he noticed something. A few meters ahead he could see what looked like a wide hole. He approached the hole and within saw numerous decaying bodies. A pile so wretched that it made him puke. 

He remembered that his task was to go to Portsmouth and investigate the disappearances of multiple people. Well. It seems no investigation is needed. He went back to headquarters and informed the relevant people about what had happened. He got answers back a few days later. It seems a rift had opened within the forest and some being used its influence to manipulate peoples wills and oerveotion through making an illusion of stars being in the sky and it tricked people to walk into the forest and fall into a pit which was filled with spikes. 

The reason Mac was not a victim of the illusion was because he coincidentally fell and was knocked out cold, so his connection to the illusion was cut likely immediately and he had control of himself once again.

In the end the rift was safely closed by the organisation using their technology, however the entity was not found unfourtunatly. This case was documented and came to be known as "The Stars that guide."

[theoraclefish]

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝

Click. You hear the sound of a switch being flipped. From above, temporary blindness occurs as a flash of bright light stabs your eyes violently. You're sat in what can only be described as a black chair with a rectangular object set in front of you, under which your knees are hidden, and your arms as well as your hands are placed upon the surface of what looks like the smoothness and flatness of a wooden table. Head spinning, eyes darting, and a feeling of deep fear come upon you as you glance around and mentally note that you're in a room. A spacious room at that. A room that looks to have shiny silver walls and a shiny silver floor, and above you are dozens of circular devices that light up what was once an endlessly dark room.

You do notice what looks like a rectangular shape upon one of the walls with a strange thin device that glows green just above the mysterious thing you're currently looking at that is flat upon the wall. You think and think for a while. Eventually it strikes you that it might be a door, though to where you do not know; however you speculate, it's likely the exit. There is not much else in the room. You try to stand, but your body does not respond. Frankly, you're a little paranoid. While nothing has happened currently, you fear what may happen, and ideas of torture, aliens, and any other horrific thought spiral throughout your mind as sweat starts to emerge around your body and you feel like the room is starting to close in. You cannot help but get more stressed as time passes. Hell. You just realised how much time has actually passed. You could have been here for days. Months. There is no way to tell.

You start screaming with all your might. Scream after scream. Endless screaming followed by panic and exhaustion. You keep up your routine of screaming and exhaustion again and again. You hope something happens. Anything. The silence is getting to you. The silence is whispering. The lights above flicker with threatening intent to leave you in the vast, shadowy world you were in at the start.

Eventually, something new happens. You hear the mechanical opening of the shape upon the wall and steps making their way over. Closer and closer. Slam! A sandwich is placed in front of you, which you devour with animalistic instinct, not caring what the sandwich contained but just understanding that you needed food. You hear screeching as a metallic chair is dragged across the ground and placed on the opposite side of the table, and a man in a black suit with a tie sits down upon the chair and stares silently at you with curiosity in his eyes.

You stare back; however, you cannot stand the silence anymore and so choose to speak after a good while.

 W-who are you? Why am I here? Where are we? L. let me go."

You stutter with fear, yet speak cautiously and ask your questions rapidly, to which the man chuckles, crosses his right leg over his left knee, and begins speaking.

"My name is David Dubare. To answer your question, Mr. Warrington, we've been watching you for a while now. You intrigued us, you could say, so we brought you to a special place where we could talk privately."

"You left me in here for hours! HOURS! What gives you the right to act all smug?"

David chuckles once again.

"I understand why you're so... angry, but unfortunately something came up and so I got here a little later than intended, but if I do come across as smug then I apologise." I do not wish to treat someone such as you in a rude manner. Indeed. That would be wrong."

Warrington would take a deep breath and calm down.

So... why the hell am I here?"

David would reach under his suit and toss some winkly brown documents upon the table.

"As I said previously, you intrigued us. You see, Mr. Warrington. This world is full of unlikely forces. Forces that we can call anomalies that enter our home through tears or rifts as we call them. Me and the people I work with make sure these anomalies do not harm the citizens of this planet and make sure these rifts are either closed or monitored until they can be sealed, but we cannot always sort these situations out fast enough."

"Where do I fit into this?" Warrington asked, interrupting David.

"I was about to get to that, Mr. Warrington. You survived one of these events without injury. In fact, you continued your life as if nothing had ever happened. A most impressive feat So, after a lot of discussion, we've decided to offer you a position."

"A position?...." Warrington asked, not really understanding the situation.

"Yes, Mr. Warrington. A position. You'll be a field agent. Part of a heroic organisation known as the "Rift Rebellion, or RR for short. Now I understand that this is all quite overwhelming, but time is not on our side, so if you want good pay, a heroic reputation, and answers about your family, then you'll join."

Mr. Warrington would be silent as his mind raced with thoughts about this entirely insane conversation he just had and the ridiculous offer he had just been given, but as a thrill Seeker and lover of mysteries, he chose what he thought would be right. Additionally it's likely they'd kill him if he said no, so he had to give the answer they wanted to hear.

".....fine. I'll join."

"Excellent Mr. Warrington. You've made the right choice."

David would stand, pull out some kind of controller, and click a button.

"Follow me, Mr. Warrington. You have a lot to learn."

Slowly and surprisingly, Warrington was able to stand, which he had been unable to do this entire time. He was rushed out of the room and followed David out the door, entering a large facility with glass windows, office-like desks, metallic filing cabinets, holographic screens, and so much more.