I realize I haven't worked on Hoshi no Kaabii for a while. Gotta work on that. Sorry. Guess all my attention's been put onto Dark Chao Adventures (which I remind you again has its own separate blog and website... AND FACEBOOK PAGE! :D) and life n' stuff. I'm sure I have something to show you, though... hmmm....
Hm (A short story by Jordan Dooling. That's-a me, folks. Some of the folks who enjoyed DCA enjoyed this, too, so... maybe you will.)
Spin. Spin. Spin.
The fan casts a shadow on the ceiling.
Panning down reveals a cryptic wall, covered in nothing but blood.
Further down is one man. The man is standing in front of a dead body, gun in hand.
He drops the gun, and runs.
Nowhere. No doors.
"Where are the doors?"
No doors. He runs again.
Nowhere. He is trapped inside an odd room. No doors. No windows. He is surely going insane by now, and we can just sit back and watch. Enjoy.
He checks the dead body. It is of an old woman, at least seventy.
"I killed her. I killed her? No. That gun.. is not mine. No. NO!"
He looks. No gun.
"No gun? No gun. No gun!"
Of course. Suicide is not an option.
Nowhere. The gun is nowhere.
"Where is the gun?"
He keeps asking these questions, but he will not find anything. There's no one to answer him. No one except the woman.
"AAAHHH... but I would a but huh where why come on..."
The man is spouting nonsense. Our hypothesis was correct. He is going insane.
"Please, God... please... PLEASE... let me out of here..."
"I need Him to save me... I need YOU to save me..."
It would appear he has resorted to drastic measures, like a soldier in a foxhole. The most curious results will stem from exploiting this weakness of his.
A beam of light is cast down, seemingly from nowhere.
"Huh? Ah... ah.. yes, yes, please, God, can you take me out of this room?"
What a request. He is not yet ready. His mind cannot comprehend it just yet.
The beam of light shines on the dead body.
"What? I didn't kill her! I didn't! I just... I.. she.. I mean... she was... she's old! She died of natural causes!"
"Well... actually, she.. she... had a heart attack. ..oh, PLEASE, God, PLEASE let me out of here... I'll be good from now on!"
Bargaining. No need for it, but a bargain, nontheless. Rewarding him will only indebt him to us. We do not want that.
The beam of light shifts to reveal the gun.
"Um... uh.. look, I... I didn't.... I know what this looks like...."
Excuses. Correct, but still excuses.
"I.. that's not even my gun! It.. I just found it in my hand.. after she..."
Correct. Not believable, but correct.
The light shines on the walls, showing all the blood.
"Holy... uh.. I.. I didn't... I don't..."
"What do the walls have to do with anything?"
The blood is the elephant in the room. He tries to avoid mentioning it, but it is right there, in front of him.
The light shines on him again.
"Um.. look, this isn't what it looks like... I just want to get out of here!"
Not yet. He must learn before he can leave.
The beam shifts once more, and shows the fan.
"Uhm... I'm not sure how that fan relates to... ah! Electricity! It has to be plugged in somewhere!"
Now he is getting it.
The man takes a look around the room.
Nowhere. There are no wires.
"Uh.. hm. I suppose.. the wires must not be in this room."
The beam shines on the blood once more.
"Wha? What about the wall?"
Hm. He is still not getting the big picture. Exploitation of drastic measures only got him so far.
The beam disappears.
"No! NO! Uh.. please, God! Please! I NEED YOU!"
The whole room goes dark.
The man begins to whimper.
Hm. Time. Strange concept to bring up in this situation.
More pointless questoning.
The man yawns.
He is getting tired.
Good question. Not the best situation to ask.
The man yawns again.
The man goes to sleep for what would be the final time.
The experiment has failed. Abort.