Stuck in a Box
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Day 644
Pulled a inflatable bed out of my pocket.
No idea how it got there, but I'm not complaining...
Pulled a inflatable bed out of my pocket.
No idea how it got there, but I'm not complaining...
Day 646
I finished blowing up the bed, and i'm tired as hell. So, i lay down on the bed and, i forgot to close THE DAMN HATCH!
I have to start all over...
I finished blowing up the bed, and i'm tired as hell. So, i lay down on the bed and, i forgot to close THE DAMN HATCH!
I have to start all over...
Day 650
Today, I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT! Yesterday, I wondered "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE?!
Well, today I figured out what the fuck happened. My feet have grown shrooms on them, due to me not washing them for 650 days. They have grown so long, that they're emiting toxic gases. I passed out, and when I woke up, I thought it was the 618th day.
Wow, I must've been really fucked up. Either way, I accidentally stepped on my inflatable bed. I decided that I've had enough of this shit, as I've done multiple times during my long stay here in the boxes. I decided to jump as high as I could, to smash the ceiling that had the note "your friendly neighbourhood" on it.
Was it some kind of wierd mindfuck? Was it someone who has grown accustomed to these boxes and is somehow greeting me, but not directly? And if not, then why not? And if that really is so, does he live up there? Oh, and that inflatable bed that I broke earlier? It was because I jumped on it to reach the ceiling. I managed to punch a hole in it, and I could see an eye, looking from that hole. The eyes' irises were blood red, the pupils were dark purple. The sclera was yellow. From the eyes, blood was dripping, on to my floor. As it was in my nature, I thought for a moment to yell "Oi, stop fuckin' drippin' blood on me floor!", doing my best, fake British-Scottish accent I could, but instead, used my humane instincts of fear, and started running around the room like a crazed maniac, who is stuck in a room because of Jigsaw, with a deadly trap set on him, that will trigger if he doesn't run 40 laps and kill all the people before him. I ran around, flailing my arms around, like that crazed maniac I mentioned before.
I finally tripped behind the opening of a little hatch, and as I looked back to where the eye was, it had already made half of the box's floor filled with blood. Blood that had. Oh god, it had other, identical eyeballs in it, floating around in the liquid. I was grossed out, puked into the puddle of blood, and suddenly, the eye disappeared from the hole. I heard steps, and I heard someone taking something from somewhere, and then, some kind of monster popped its head through the hole, breaking some of the ceiling, and yelled "Here's Johnny!"
I jumped through the hatch, scared as fuck, ran through god-knows-how-many boxes, and finally lost consciousness.
Today, I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT! Yesterday, I wondered "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE?!
Well, today I figured out what the fuck happened. My feet have grown shrooms on them, due to me not washing them for 650 days. They have grown so long, that they're emiting toxic gases. I passed out, and when I woke up, I thought it was the 618th day.
Wow, I must've been really fucked up. Either way, I accidentally stepped on my inflatable bed. I decided that I've had enough of this shit, as I've done multiple times during my long stay here in the boxes. I decided to jump as high as I could, to smash the ceiling that had the note "your friendly neighbourhood" on it.
Was it some kind of wierd mindfuck? Was it someone who has grown accustomed to these boxes and is somehow greeting me, but not directly? And if not, then why not? And if that really is so, does he live up there? Oh, and that inflatable bed that I broke earlier? It was because I jumped on it to reach the ceiling. I managed to punch a hole in it, and I could see an eye, looking from that hole. The eyes' irises were blood red, the pupils were dark purple. The sclera was yellow. From the eyes, blood was dripping, on to my floor. As it was in my nature, I thought for a moment to yell "Oi, stop fuckin' drippin' blood on me floor!", doing my best, fake British-Scottish accent I could, but instead, used my humane instincts of fear, and started running around the room like a crazed maniac, who is stuck in a room because of Jigsaw, with a deadly trap set on him, that will trigger if he doesn't run 40 laps and kill all the people before him. I ran around, flailing my arms around, like that crazed maniac I mentioned before.
I finally tripped behind the opening of a little hatch, and as I looked back to where the eye was, it had already made half of the box's floor filled with blood. Blood that had. Oh god, it had other, identical eyeballs in it, floating around in the liquid. I was grossed out, puked into the puddle of blood, and suddenly, the eye disappeared from the hole. I heard steps, and I heard someone taking something from somewhere, and then, some kind of monster popped its head through the hole, breaking some of the ceiling, and yelled "Here's Johnny!"
I jumped through the hatch, scared as fuck, ran through god-knows-how-many boxes, and finally lost consciousness.
Day 654
I step a few steps ahead. I reach a wall, having crushed probably tens of whatever are under my feet. I hit the wall and search around it with my hands. Nothing. I hit it with anger. Still nothing. My hand starts to hurt because of the impact, and I, for a moment, wave around with my hand while yelling "Ouch!", but then decide to pussy around less.
I search for a door, anything, to get me out of wherever I am. Why the fuck do I have to, every time I faint, wake up in some dark room where I can't see anything, and can't find a way out? I can see the pattern, but I wonder how I always get here. What if I woke up at the same time I am being dragged here? What if I have, but my memories have been wiped?
I put my hands against the wall, and start walking, until I reach a place where the squashily crunchy...things, have been replaced with liquid. As soon as I step into them, my shrooms burn off and when I taste it, it tastes like blood.
After the shrooms on my foot disappear, the place starts to light up. I see corpses everywhere. Some skeletons, some still decaying.
"Are these the people that have seen this room as a dark place, and have been here for until they die? Am I really the only persistant and immmortal one here?" I ask myself, knowing I wouldn't get the answers, but doing it just to entertain myself in this god-forsaken place.
I notice the bugs far away, on the floor. They are all dead too. No wonder they were crushy, but didn't climb onto me when I wrote an entry three days ago, at day 651. I see a living dog beneath a corpse, stuck.
"He must've got stuck lately, otherwise it wouldn't have survived until now."
I pick up the dog, and it fucking bites me. I slowly start to feel sleepy, and while condemning the dog because it probably poisoned me with its poisonous, unthankful fangs, I fall unconscious again.
I step a few steps ahead. I reach a wall, having crushed probably tens of whatever are under my feet. I hit the wall and search around it with my hands. Nothing. I hit it with anger. Still nothing. My hand starts to hurt because of the impact, and I, for a moment, wave around with my hand while yelling "Ouch!", but then decide to pussy around less.
I search for a door, anything, to get me out of wherever I am. Why the fuck do I have to, every time I faint, wake up in some dark room where I can't see anything, and can't find a way out? I can see the pattern, but I wonder how I always get here. What if I woke up at the same time I am being dragged here? What if I have, but my memories have been wiped?
I put my hands against the wall, and start walking, until I reach a place where the squashily crunchy...things, have been replaced with liquid. As soon as I step into them, my shrooms burn off and when I taste it, it tastes like blood.
After the shrooms on my foot disappear, the place starts to light up. I see corpses everywhere. Some skeletons, some still decaying.
"Are these the people that have seen this room as a dark place, and have been here for until they die? Am I really the only persistant and immmortal one here?" I ask myself, knowing I wouldn't get the answers, but doing it just to entertain myself in this god-forsaken place.
I notice the bugs far away, on the floor. They are all dead too. No wonder they were crushy, but didn't climb onto me when I wrote an entry three days ago, at day 651. I see a living dog beneath a corpse, stuck.
"He must've got stuck lately, otherwise it wouldn't have survived until now."
I pick up the dog, and it fucking bites me. I slowly start to feel sleepy, and while condemning the dog because it probably poisoned me with its poisonous, unthankful fangs, I fall unconscious again.
Day 656
God. Now that I've turned into a zombie, I constantly remember that story I read on some forum long time ago about Steve, that guy who had a netbook. He turned into a zombie, and he was similar like me, a vegetarian.
I must've been in some recently-turned-into-a-zombie confusion phase to want brains. Fuck that shit, why should I want to eat brains? I'm immortal damnit, it's not like I lose my shit and my rational thoughts when I turned into a zombie. Overall, I couldn't care less. So far, I haven't seen any major changes to me and my self. I noticed a few hair strands falling out, but otherwise, no.
I started wondering: If I'm already immortal and don't have to eat, will I start to rot? And I wasn't very knowledgeable in zombies, but why did they rot? I mean, when they got brains regularly, would they rot? They may rot because their organs aren't working or something, but how could they move then? I decided that if I get out of this shithole, I was definitely going to read more into zombies. Who knows, I never would have believed that zombies exist, but here I am. I have no idea how I found out that I'm a zombie and was bitten by a zombie dog yesterday, but here I am now. I'm feeling I could go for a burger right now.[sub] Without the beef, of course.[/sub]
As I go around the room, I find a guy named, what a coincidence, Steve. He is not a zombie, he's a werewolf though, and oh god, how does he love meat. When I met him, he jumped on me, but I bit his arm. I tried to intimidate him, called myself a zombie and all. Plus, he was also frustrated with these boxes, so I offered we'd co-operate. He said he's not immortal, like me, since he needed food, but I accepted that he can take a few corpses with him. I also helped him out and took a few. As my internal clock started ticking and telling me its late, I didn't care. I had nowhere to go today, and I never actually felt tiredness when I woke up. Like,never. Ever. As me and Dr. Volff, as I started to call him, for laughs, set our steps to the next boxes, we discovered that, since I woke up in this place, I didn't know which way was "next", so we ended in a box that didn't have any holes. We went back, and went back to the box we were, and started going in the next direction. We walked, and walked, and walked, until the next day came.
God. Now that I've turned into a zombie, I constantly remember that story I read on some forum long time ago about Steve, that guy who had a netbook. He turned into a zombie, and he was similar like me, a vegetarian.
I must've been in some recently-turned-into-a-zombie confusion phase to want brains. Fuck that shit, why should I want to eat brains? I'm immortal damnit, it's not like I lose my shit and my rational thoughts when I turned into a zombie. Overall, I couldn't care less. So far, I haven't seen any major changes to me and my self. I noticed a few hair strands falling out, but otherwise, no.
I started wondering: If I'm already immortal and don't have to eat, will I start to rot? And I wasn't very knowledgeable in zombies, but why did they rot? I mean, when they got brains regularly, would they rot? They may rot because their organs aren't working or something, but how could they move then? I decided that if I get out of this shithole, I was definitely going to read more into zombies. Who knows, I never would have believed that zombies exist, but here I am. I have no idea how I found out that I'm a zombie and was bitten by a zombie dog yesterday, but here I am now. I'm feeling I could go for a burger right now.[sub] Without the beef, of course.[/sub]
As I go around the room, I find a guy named, what a coincidence, Steve. He is not a zombie, he's a werewolf though, and oh god, how does he love meat. When I met him, he jumped on me, but I bit his arm. I tried to intimidate him, called myself a zombie and all. Plus, he was also frustrated with these boxes, so I offered we'd co-operate. He said he's not immortal, like me, since he needed food, but I accepted that he can take a few corpses with him. I also helped him out and took a few. As my internal clock started ticking and telling me its late, I didn't care. I had nowhere to go today, and I never actually felt tiredness when I woke up. Like,never. Ever. As me and Dr. Volff, as I started to call him, for laughs, set our steps to the next boxes, we discovered that, since I woke up in this place, I didn't know which way was "next", so we ended in a box that didn't have any holes. We went back, and went back to the box we were, and started going in the next direction. We walked, and walked, and walked, until the next day came.
Day 656.
I just realised I missed my birthday last year, it's today though, so me and Dr. Volff had a party with the corpses.
I just realised I missed my birthday last year, it's today though, so me and Dr. Volff had a party with the corpses.
Day 657
After waking from my sleep with a major headache, I recall yesterday's party. I remember that me and Volff were having a party with the corpses, danced with them and, talked to them and eachother, and then, suddenly...empty. I remember nothing afterwards, like I passed out or something. But why? Did Volff put something into one of the corpses from where I took a small bite? Why did I bite a corpse, you ask, if I'm vegetarian? Well, we had a dare with Volff, that I wouldn't be able to take even one bite, and I said I could. I knew nothing would happen, and I could always use a favour from Volff, because we promised that if I'd win, he would owe me a favour, if I needed one in the future.
Well, I did so, bit it, and then...I remember nothing about it. Today I wake up, I'm in the same room, though without any of the corpses me and Volff had, pretty much an empty room.
"Thanks Volff, what a great birthday present..you bastard." I said, angered at him. Maybe he had a reason to leave. Maybe he was coming back.
Ahh who the fuck knows, there's no point in arguing. The remainder of the day I spent going forward, and forward. In one of the boxes, though, all of the walls were mirrors, and there were pictures of me, as a half-decomposed body, and Volff. I wonder what this means. Were those reflections of Volff somehow programmed into here, to fuck with me? Or did these mirrors somehow show what I missed the most? Well, I didn't have much things to miss, except Volff. But how could they do that? That thing is only in Harry Potter and shit. But wait, zombies? Werewolves? Bleeding eyes? Angels? Living Joker posters?
Nothing is impossible here. I just decided to walk through boxes, not paying any attention to what was in them, until the next day.
After waking from my sleep with a major headache, I recall yesterday's party. I remember that me and Volff were having a party with the corpses, danced with them and, talked to them and eachother, and then, suddenly...empty. I remember nothing afterwards, like I passed out or something. But why? Did Volff put something into one of the corpses from where I took a small bite? Why did I bite a corpse, you ask, if I'm vegetarian? Well, we had a dare with Volff, that I wouldn't be able to take even one bite, and I said I could. I knew nothing would happen, and I could always use a favour from Volff, because we promised that if I'd win, he would owe me a favour, if I needed one in the future.
Well, I did so, bit it, and then...I remember nothing about it. Today I wake up, I'm in the same room, though without any of the corpses me and Volff had, pretty much an empty room.
"Thanks Volff, what a great birthday present..you bastard." I said, angered at him. Maybe he had a reason to leave. Maybe he was coming back.
Ahh who the fuck knows, there's no point in arguing. The remainder of the day I spent going forward, and forward. In one of the boxes, though, all of the walls were mirrors, and there were pictures of me, as a half-decomposed body, and Volff. I wonder what this means. Were those reflections of Volff somehow programmed into here, to fuck with me? Or did these mirrors somehow show what I missed the most? Well, I didn't have much things to miss, except Volff. But how could they do that? That thing is only in Harry Potter and shit. But wait, zombies? Werewolves? Bleeding eyes? Angels? Living Joker posters?
Nothing is impossible here. I just decided to walk through boxes, not paying any attention to what was in them, until the next day.
Day 659
That son of a motherfuckin' ***** of a Darth Vader. I hate him.
He got away THAT easily. I honestly feel like killing myself, only that I have nothing to do it with. Why does life have to be so cruel?!
After I spent a few hours gnawing on my thumb, I heard a wolf's howl. I yelled "Volff!" and I heard something faintly that suonded like "Guy?" I remembered that I didn't tell him my name. I could've easily done that, tell him that my name is...fuck. With all these days, I've forgotten my own name. In terms of memory, I'm a lost cause. I yelled for Volff, and told him to keep howling, so that I could follow that noise.
I finally arrived in the box where he was. Of course, he had already eaten 3 corpses, and the other ones were scattered around him, showing claw marks on them, like Volff had a fight with someone, and the corpses were in the way. How did I make these deductions, ask you? Well, I also saw that Volff was injured. He was limping with his left leg, and his face had signs of being hit. Repeatedly.
"What the fuck happened here?" I asked. He just howled, and howled, and howled. I finally took one of his corpses, and man, did they stink. You'd think that as a zombie, I wouldn't care about how corpses and my brethren smell, but hoo-damn. We do smell, badly. After nearly puking what slowly decomposing organs I had left, out, I threw Volff with the corpse. After doing this, throwing a corpse and all, I noticed that I have enormous strength, especially for a human.
Anyway, Volff finally responded.
"Hrmph? What do you want?" he asked, with such a sad tone that I almost started crying myself. I had to be rough with him, though.
"What the fuck do you mean 'what do I want'?" I asked. "You were the one who left."
"Actually, uhh. I left because..." He suddenly stopped speaking. He jumped at me, with his arms wide open, and hugged me.
"I thought you were dead, man. There came some kind of freaky monster, looked like failed robot experiment, a pile of shit, and Cthulhu mixed together. He attacked me, and man, was he strong. He rendered me unconscious. I don't know about you, you were in the far corner, so maybe he didn't notice you. Anyway, when I woke up, I..I.." Volff suddenly looked down on the floor, his eyes glaring with obvious hints of tears in them.
"When I woke up, we..I think he..vio-No, I can't. He did something horrible to me, that I am not able to talk about. Either way, I attacked him, and due to me having the advantage of surprise, I grabbed some of the corpses and ran away. I was very sad to leave you there, but there was nothing I could have done. Sorry, friend." Volff said, a few tears going down his cheek. One thing I noticed with all of the days I spent with Volff was that I noticed his tears shine. I mean, really. Him being a werewolf whose tears shined...shining. Fuck, I remembered Twilight and those shining vampires. I didn't say anything about it, though, talking about much more urgent things.
"But, there were no corpses in the room when I woke up. Neither was there that monster."
"Well, I think he ate the corpses then. I have no other explanation, and frankly, I have no idea how you are still alive."
I didn't know what to reply, words not coming out. I feel like something was in my throat that was preventing me from talking. I looked at the hatch that was at the other side of the room I came from, and I saw that Volff was looking at me, and understood where I was looking.
"Lets go, old friend." he said, and I was happy that he called me with those words. We went through the hatch, and continued our trek through these boxes, to escape this place. Atleast now I had someone to talk to.
That son of a motherfuckin' ***** of a Darth Vader. I hate him.
He got away THAT easily. I honestly feel like killing myself, only that I have nothing to do it with. Why does life have to be so cruel?!
After I spent a few hours gnawing on my thumb, I heard a wolf's howl. I yelled "Volff!" and I heard something faintly that suonded like "Guy?" I remembered that I didn't tell him my name. I could've easily done that, tell him that my name is...fuck. With all these days, I've forgotten my own name. In terms of memory, I'm a lost cause. I yelled for Volff, and told him to keep howling, so that I could follow that noise.
I finally arrived in the box where he was. Of course, he had already eaten 3 corpses, and the other ones were scattered around him, showing claw marks on them, like Volff had a fight with someone, and the corpses were in the way. How did I make these deductions, ask you? Well, I also saw that Volff was injured. He was limping with his left leg, and his face had signs of being hit. Repeatedly.
"What the fuck happened here?" I asked. He just howled, and howled, and howled. I finally took one of his corpses, and man, did they stink. You'd think that as a zombie, I wouldn't care about how corpses and my brethren smell, but hoo-damn. We do smell, badly. After nearly puking what slowly decomposing organs I had left, out, I threw Volff with the corpse. After doing this, throwing a corpse and all, I noticed that I have enormous strength, especially for a human.
Anyway, Volff finally responded.
"Hrmph? What do you want?" he asked, with such a sad tone that I almost started crying myself. I had to be rough with him, though.
"What the fuck do you mean 'what do I want'?" I asked. "You were the one who left."
"Actually, uhh. I left because..." He suddenly stopped speaking. He jumped at me, with his arms wide open, and hugged me.
"I thought you were dead, man. There came some kind of freaky monster, looked like failed robot experiment, a pile of shit, and Cthulhu mixed together. He attacked me, and man, was he strong. He rendered me unconscious. I don't know about you, you were in the far corner, so maybe he didn't notice you. Anyway, when I woke up, I..I.." Volff suddenly looked down on the floor, his eyes glaring with obvious hints of tears in them.
"When I woke up, we..I think he..vio-No, I can't. He did something horrible to me, that I am not able to talk about. Either way, I attacked him, and due to me having the advantage of surprise, I grabbed some of the corpses and ran away. I was very sad to leave you there, but there was nothing I could have done. Sorry, friend." Volff said, a few tears going down his cheek. One thing I noticed with all of the days I spent with Volff was that I noticed his tears shine. I mean, really. Him being a werewolf whose tears shined...shining. Fuck, I remembered Twilight and those shining vampires. I didn't say anything about it, though, talking about much more urgent things.
"But, there were no corpses in the room when I woke up. Neither was there that monster."
"Well, I think he ate the corpses then. I have no other explanation, and frankly, I have no idea how you are still alive."
I didn't know what to reply, words not coming out. I feel like something was in my throat that was preventing me from talking. I looked at the hatch that was at the other side of the room I came from, and I saw that Volff was looking at me, and understood where I was looking.
"Lets go, old friend." he said, and I was happy that he called me with those words. We went through the hatch, and continued our trek through these boxes, to escape this place. Atleast now I had someone to talk to.
Day 661: Me and Volff are still trying to muster the courage to get the cake. I have an idea though. Maybe if we shoot the gun under the cake and shoot another blob into the wall, we can recover it...
Day 663: It's been so long in here, I forgot the outside world. Alex is trying to hog the cake. Bastard...
Day 665
I write this as Alex is pouring the first piece of cake straight down his throat. He looks so stupid while doing that. Man, what a douchebag. We act like he's one of us, but me and Volff know what kind of a douchebag he is.
Anyway, after we let him finally eat two pieces, we ate the rest, and started to go further. We took all the guns we could, said "Goodbye" to the fortress, because, with the days, we started talking to it. We even named it Atem. His name is Atem, and we call him Atem Fortress. He's a nice guy, not like that douchebag Alex.
When we finally got out of that orange box, we arrived at a box that was also orange. It had some kind of laboratory in it, with some liquid on the floor. As Volff was the first one to go, he came running back and said it's acid. Dude's feet were burned off, like a good, old roast chicken. Luckily he's a werewolf, so he regenerated it in 3 minutes.
We told him to run through the acid, and go to the next box, try to find a way we could get over.
[small]He's still there. He's still there somewhere. I can't hear his howling nor see him, but I know he's there somewhere. It looks like a smiling dog is looking at us from the ceiling. Even though I'm scared of it as fuck, I named it ceiling dog.smile and even addressed him with that name. He didn't give a shit, he grinned at us, like always. I'm scared of him by now. Alex has been quiet the whole time, even if I've tried to talk to him. Why is he quiet? He's creeping me out.[/small]
[sub]Please, god, if you exist...get me out of here. If you can't get me out of the boxes, if this is Satan's work, and you can't do anything with it, then fine. I hate my current situation. Ooh, Volff.[/sub]
I write this as Alex is pouring the first piece of cake straight down his throat. He looks so stupid while doing that. Man, what a douchebag. We act like he's one of us, but me and Volff know what kind of a douchebag he is.
Anyway, after we let him finally eat two pieces, we ate the rest, and started to go further. We took all the guns we could, said "Goodbye" to the fortress, because, with the days, we started talking to it. We even named it Atem. His name is Atem, and we call him Atem Fortress. He's a nice guy, not like that douchebag Alex.
When we finally got out of that orange box, we arrived at a box that was also orange. It had some kind of laboratory in it, with some liquid on the floor. As Volff was the first one to go, he came running back and said it's acid. Dude's feet were burned off, like a good, old roast chicken. Luckily he's a werewolf, so he regenerated it in 3 minutes.
We told him to run through the acid, and go to the next box, try to find a way we could get over.
[small]He's still there. He's still there somewhere. I can't hear his howling nor see him, but I know he's there somewhere. It looks like a smiling dog is looking at us from the ceiling. Even though I'm scared of it as fuck, I named it ceiling dog.smile and even addressed him with that name. He didn't give a shit, he grinned at us, like always. I'm scared of him by now. Alex has been quiet the whole time, even if I've tried to talk to him. Why is he quiet? He's creeping me out.[/small]
[sub]Please, god, if you exist...get me out of here. If you can't get me out of the boxes, if this is Satan's work, and you can't do anything with it, then fine. I hate my current situation. Ooh, Volff.[/sub]