Spooky Time Son

I don't know why I decided to come to this [fair]. I'm third wheeling anyways. We're only here for Rema's funnel cake boy, and I'm way too tired after my shift to pretend he's interesting. [[↠|1]]

I just want to go home honestly...But I said I'd be here. [[↠|2]]

Our local church threw this jawn together and dressed it up with food carts and a bouncy castle, which is supposed to make it exciting I guess, and called it a fair. Talk about a waste of time. [[↠|3]]

Eh I shouldn't keep him waiting. I guess I'll go see where we're heading next. [[↠|5.1]]

"Come here, Kai." [[↠|6.1]]

The hell was that? Looking around I don't see anything that looks off...I feel like someone just whispered in my ear, but the tent is completely empty. [[↠|7.1]]

I look back at the mirror, but it's all fogged up for some reason. I can hardly see my own reflection—just a blurry person shape. That's weird. Maybe it's the weather. I look around for the merchant, but I see a sign saying they went on lunch break. [[↠|8.1]]

It’s not cold enough outside or warm enough in the tent for the mirror to get this foggy. I look a little closer and it looks like it’s coming from… inside the mirror? [[↠|9.1]]

[[↠|12.1]]

Then from here I definitely went [[Left|Left_1]]!

But where do I go from here... [[Forward|Forward_1]] [[Left|Left_10]] [[Back|Right_1]]

[[Right|Right_2]] [[Back|Left_1]]

[[Left|Left_2]] [[Back|Forward_1]]

[[Left|Left3]] [[Forward|Forward_23]] [[Back|Right_2]]

[[Right|Right_3]] [[Back|Right_41]]

[[Right|Right_4]] [[Forward|Forward_25]] [[Back|Left_40]]

[[Right|MirrorScene7]] [[Back|Right_3]]

I turn away from the mirror, a little breathless. What else is in here? Is this like some sort of teleporting hub? Could I spy on anyone I wanted from here? The president? My ex? Could I travel to the Taj Mahal if I found the right mirror? The possibilities make my head spin—I realize I’m panting and try to take a deep breath, but it’s like the air is, I don’t know, hot somehow. I feel like I’m breathing in pepper spray. I start coughing, but it just makes the burning in my throat worse. I can’t help but cough, though, until my neck and face are swollen. [[↠|Attack1.4]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[Left|Left_4]] [[Back|Right_4]]

[[Forward|Forward_7]] [[Right|Right_23]] [[Back|Left_43]]

[[Right|Right_5]] [[Back|Left_4]]

[[Left|Left_5]] [[Back|Forward_7]]

[[Left|MirrorScene9]] [[Back|Right_5]]

[[Forward|Forward_9]] [[Back|Left_5]]

[[Right|Right_7]] [[Back|Left_6]]

[[Left|Left_7]] [[Back|Forward_9]]

[[Left|Left_8]] [[Back|Right_7]]

[[Forward|Forward_11]] [[Left|Left_22]] [[Back|Left_7]]

Is that...what I think it is? [[↠|FinalAttack1]]

[[Right|Right_9]] [[Back|Left_1]]

[[Left|Left_11]] [[Back|Left_10]]

[[Left|MirrorScene1]] [[Back|Right_9]]

[[Right|Attack1.1]] [[Back|Left_11]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[Right|Right_12]] [[Back|LeftEdit4]]

[[Right|Right_13]] [[Left|Left_23]] [[Back|Left_13]]

[[Right|Right_14]] [[Back|Right_12]]

[[Right|Right_15]] [[Back|Right_13]]

[[Left|Left_14]] [[Back|Right_14]]

[[Left|Left_15]] [[Back|Right_15]]

[[Right|Right_16]] [[Back|Left_14]]

[[Left|MirrorScene8]] [[Back|Left_15]]

As I move on, I start to hear this high-pitched whining noise, like a mosquito buzzing. Only it sound like it’s flying in the middle of my head. I step back and wave my hands, looking around for a bug, but I don’t see anything. The whining gets louder, as if someone cranked up the volume, and it reverberates in my skull. It’s like there’s a railroad spike being driven into the back of my head. I slap my hands over my ears, clutch the base of my neck, and start screaming. Making the sound is a relief, but it echoes and gets louder until it’s just as deep in my head as this stupid mosquito spike. My eyes are shaking like jello in my head and my teeth feel like they’re grinding on metal shavings. I keep screaming. [[↠|Attack2.1]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[Left|Left_18]] [[Back|Right_16]]

Is that...what I think it is? [[↠|FinalAttack1]]

[[Right|MirrorScene4]] [[Back|Left_2]]

[[Left|Left_19]] [[Right|Right_19]] [[Back|Forward_23]]

Great...I see another mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene3.1]]

[[Forward|Forward_24]] [[Right|Right_20]] [[Back|Right_18]]

[[Right|MirrorScene5]] [[Back|Right_19]]

[[Right|Right_21]] [[Back|Right_19]]

Great...I see another mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene3.2]]

[[Left|Left_20]] [[Back|Forward_24]]

[[Left|Left_21]] [[Back|Right_22]]

Great...I see another mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene3.3]]

[[Left|Left_33]] [[Back|Right_3]]

[[Left|Left_34]] [[Back|Left_4]]

[[Left|Left_16]] [[Back|Left_8]]

[[Left|MirrorScene3]] [[Back|Right_12]]

[[Left|Left_27]] [[Back|Left_35]]

[[Right|Right_25]] [[Back|Left_23]]

[[Left|Left_25]] [[Right|Right_26]] [[Back|Left_24]]

[[Left|Left_26]] [[Back|Right_25]]

[[Right|Right_27]] [[Back|Right_25]]

Great...I see another mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene3.3]]

[[Left|Left_28]] [[Back|Right_24]]

[[Left|Left_29]] [[Back|Left_27]]

[[Right|Right_28]] [[Back|Left_28]]

[[Left|MirrorScene2]] [[Back|Left_29]]

I walk away and immediately feel the full force of an oncoming train smash into me. I crumple to the ground, wind knocked out completely. I can’t help but wail pathetically, clutching at my chest, but hugging myself only makes the pain worse. My bones are splintering, piercing through my muscles and cutting up my hands. I take short, shallow breaths trying to settle my nerves, but a second wave takes me. My bones are exploding outside of me—my ribs, my shoulders, my pelvis, my elbows and knees—and I can’t even scream, it hurts so bad. I’m being stabbed inside-out from every direction, and I don’t know which is worse: the constant, dull throbbing with every pound of my racing heart, or the white-hot pain from the shards. [[↠|Attack3.2]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[Right|Right_30]] [[Back|Right_28]]

[[Forward|Forward_26]] [[Left|Left_31]] [[Back|Right_29]]

[[Left|Left_32]] [[Back|Right_30]]

Great...I see another mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene3.3]]

There's a Mirror ahead. [[↠|Mirror1Dialogue]]

I see another mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror2Dialogue1.2.2]]

I see another mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror2Dialogue1.2]]

There's a Mirror ahead. [[↠|MirrorScene1.2]]

I see another mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror2Dialogue1]]

[[Right|Right_40]] [[Back|Left_2]]

[[Right|Right_41]] [[Back|Left3]]

[[Left|Left_40]] [[Back|Right_40]]

There's a Mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror1Dialogue1.3]]

I see another mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror2Dialogue1.3]]

I see another mirror up ahead. [[↠|Mirror2Dialogue1.4]]

......What....just happened...? Where in the world am I? [[↠|13.1]]

My eyes dart around as I walk and I keep a hand on the wall to steady myself. My fingers skim across the surface until they get caught in something, but when I look, there’s nothing there. I pull my hand away, but my fingertips are glued to the wall. I grab my wrist with my other hand and start to yank. No good. I can feel my joints straining out of their sockets. I take a deep breath. I can’t lose my head in here. I’ve survived everything else this place has thrown at me, and I can survive this one too. [[↠|DeadEndAttck2.1]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

I try to wiggle my fingers lose. I spit on them to ease the friction. I gently slide them up and down the wall, but they just won’t come off. The wall bucks beneath my hand, throwing itself into my palm and elbow. I try to pull away but there’s no way I can without getting another body part stuck to it. Then the other wall slams into me, grabbing my knee, and jumps back across the hall, pulling me spread-eagle. [[↠|DeadEndAttck3.1]]

I take a deep breath. As long as I stay calm, I can get myself out of this. This isn’t even as bad as the stuff before. Maybe all I need to do is wait this out. The walls start moving again. Not as quickly as before, but I can definitely feel them creeping apart. My joints start to strain. For a second, it doesn’t feel too bad, almost like a good stretch, but then there’s a sharp pain in my elbow as the wall drags it too far from my shoulder. The feeling makes me think of when you’re eating a chicken wing and you pop the bones out of the cartilage—you know, that popping smack! sound that’s so satisfying? I’m flooded with terror as I feel my arm being slowly sucked out of my shoulder. [[↠|DeadEndAttck4.1]]

The pain is blinding. For a second, I pass out. Then I feel my knee being ripped apart like a ragdoll by a bulldog. I look down and my jeans, my skin has been split open by the force, exposing the layers of muscles and tendons underneath. My bones are poking through. Oh god. Oh god that’s not right. I think I feel blood streaming down from my armpit as the same thing starts happening to my shoulder. I can’t really feel anything anymore—just the searing pain everywhere. There’s a suctioning sound. I hear dripping. [[↠|DeadEndAttck5.1]]

I fall to the floor. Lying on my back, I see my arm and leg dangling on the walls. My body is throbbing, but at least the pain isn’t so sharp anymore. A warmth pools around me, and I feel like I’m sinking into my bed at home. The pain isn’t so bad anymore. My eyelids flutter and I feel myself drifting to sleep. Tomorrow’s a Sunday, right? I don’t need to set an alarm, do I? I’m too tired to pull my phone out of my pocket… oh wait, it’s out of battery anyway. Not that it really worked in this place anyway. I wonder if I’ll find any missed calls when I wa… [[↠|GameOver]]

Game Over [[Restart the Maze?|16.1]]

My eyes dart around as I walk and I keep a hand on the wall to steady myself. My fingers skim across the surface until they get caught in something, but when I look, there’s nothing there. I pull my hand away, but my fingertips are glued to the wall. I grab my wrist with my other hand and start to yank. No good. I can feel my joints straining out of their sockets. I take a deep breath. I can’t lose my head in here. I’ve survived everything else this place has thrown at me, and I can survive this one too. [[↠|DeadEndAttck2.3]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

I try thumping my chest but it’s not doing any good. I feel like I’m about to dry heave. My skin is burning. It’s freezing. It’s crawling with goosebumps. God I’m so hot. I’m dying. I’m gonna puke. I’m on fire. I can’t breathe. Oh god I just puked. It’s like it clawed its way up my throat and filled the gashes with acid. There’s so much, I can’t stop. I can’t believe I’m gonna die this way. My eyes are bulging out of my head from the force of puking. I cough again. Puke comes out my nose. My legs give out and I land in the puddle. I don’t even care. [[↠|Attack1.3]]

I lay shivering in the pile of my own sick, feeling waves of freezing and burning wash down my skin. I cough, but the air is softer now and I almost feel like I can breathe again. I wipe my nose and spit out whatever bile is left in my mouth. Ugh, it’s so bitter-sour. The nasty taste fades, and I realize my cough has let up. I sit up and take a slow, deep breath. God, is the air sweet. I have to keep moving. [[↠|Left_13]]

My throat blisters from the effort and my ears bleed from the sound. I bury my fingers in my hair, trying to dig the spike out myself, but all I scoop out is brains. Jelly dribbles down my elbows as I scratch up my face, trying to get some relief. Ribbons of scalp and skin peel over as I widen the hole in my head, trying to get that damn bug out. The sun hits my exposed nerves like a kid with a magnifying glass hits an ant. My blood evaporates like a puddle in the summer and I… [[↠|Attack2.2]]

[[↠|Attack2.3]]

...I wake up face down. Time must’ve passed; I know I fainted, but the sun’s still over head like it’s been noon all along. The mosquito spike is gone, though. That’s good. I look at my hands. They’re a mess, and the fingernails are cracked and broken. I rub them on my pants, trying to get the dried blood off of them. [[↠|Left_35]]

[[Left|Left_17]] [[Right|Right_24]] [[Back|Right_16]]

I rock back and forth, weeping. My fingers curl into twitching claws, become tangled in my shirt. My favorite old hand-me-down from my aunt that she used to wear when she was my age. I suck in the air, but all it does is push my lungs into the bone-splinters. Why is this happening to me? I just wanted to check out the flea market. I just wanted to have a nice time with Rema and Dan. I weakly beat my palms against my head. My split-open jelly head. I’m wailing so hard I’m not even make a sound. [[↠|Right_29]]

I turn away from the mirror, a little breathless. What else is in here? Is this like some sort of teleporting hub? Could I spy on anyone I wanted from here? The president? My ex? Could I travel to the Taj Mahal if I found the right mirror? The possibilities make my head spin—I realize I’m panting and try to take a deep breath, but it’s like the air is, I don’t know, hot somehow. I feel like I’m breathing in pepper spray. I start coughing, but it just makes the burning in my throat worse. I can’t help but cough, though, until my neck and face are swollen. [[↠|Attack1.8]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

As I move on, I start to hear this high-pitched whining noise, like a mosquito buzzing. Only it sound like it’s flying in the middle of my head. I step back and wave my hands, looking around for a bug, but I don’t see anything. The whining gets louder, as if someone cranked up the volume, and it reverberates in my skull. It’s like there’s a railroad spike being driven into the back of my head. I slap my hands over my ears, clutch the base of my neck, and start screaming. Making the sound is a relief, but it echoes and gets louder until it’s just as deep in my head as this stupid mosquito spike. My eyes are shaking like jello in my head and my teeth feel like they’re grinding on metal shavings. I keep screaming. [[↠|Attack2.6]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[↠|Attack2.8]]

As I move on, I start to hear this high-pitched whining noise, like a mosquito buzzing. Only it sound like it’s flying in the middle of my head. I step back and wave my hands, looking around for a bug, but I don’t see anything. The whining gets louder, as if someone cranked up the volume, and it reverberates in my skull. It’s like there’s a railroad spike being driven into the back of my head. I slap my hands over my ears, clutch the base of my neck, and start screaming. Making the sound is a relief, but it echoes and gets louder until it’s just as deep in my head as this stupid mosquito spike. My eyes are shaking like jello in my head and my teeth feel like they’re grinding on metal shavings. I keep screaming. [[↠|Attack2.11]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[↠|Attack2.13]]

As I move on, I start to hear this high-pitched whining noise, like a mosquito buzzing. Only it sound like it’s flying in the middle of my head. I step back and wave my hands, looking around for a bug, but I don’t see anything. The whining gets louder, as if someone cranked up the volume, and it reverberates in my skull. It’s like there’s a railroad spike being driven into the back of my head. I slap my hands over my ears, clutch the base of my neck, and start screaming. Making the sound is a relief, but it echoes and gets louder until it’s just as deep in my head as this stupid mosquito spike. My eyes are shaking like jello in my head and my teeth feel like they’re grinding on metal shavings. I keep screaming. [[↠|Attack2.15]] <audio src="https://twinestorages.yolasite.com/resources/485579_phonosupf_accordion-attack-10%20%28online-audio-converter.com%29.mp3" autoplay>

[[↠|Attack2.17]]