it's fine, anyway. they exit the room without further incident, and head to room 401. it opens easily enough! it's just... a place. it's a place! a familiar place.]
[Douman has not been physically present in this space, but they are able to recognize it, especially with the logo emblazoned on some of the white walls. They walk down the hallway, dripping blood behind them.]
Hahaha. Wasn't this destroyed? Dear me. The folly of humanity...what a monument to that! Ahaha...
[the blood almost echoes each time a drip hits the floor, as they step through.
this space seems claustrophobic. distorted, a little. time doesn't feel right. they walk in, and five seconds pass, and then suddenly, it feels like it's been eight hours. ten. twelve. they're still just walking, for five seconds but stretched for so, so long.
there's a flash of red at the end of the hallway.]
[They blink. It feels...draining. They let out a huff of a laugh, the scent of blood still powerful. Walking like this in a dead place is...laughable. All laughable.]
[But the flash of red makes them snap their head up, the slow feeling replaced by sudden intrigue, surprise.]
[it's small - and it looks like it just dropped out from the ceiling.
the closer they get, the more terror fills them. the fear of death, the fear of the unknown, the certain dread that something will be destroyed beyond repair. it might not be their emotion, but they feel it grasp at their lungs, freeze them up.
the red thing lays on the floor, unmoving. it doesn't seem like something alive.]
[a single red rose lays on the ground, in perfect condition.
the terror threatens to overwhelm them, a desperate plea - and then violence. a familiar, warm bloodlust, almost friendly. it's a terrible mix, terror and the urge to kill everything in sight.]
[WOW??? LADY??? ITS JUST A ROSE??? Anyways, lifting their gun and wrench hands instantly to their ears, cowering. They're probably staining one of their ears red with blood. It's fine! It's fine.]
[what if the rose just was glued to the floor and i didn't let douman pick it up like an asshole
no, it's fine, they sweep it up into their sleeve, where they get that sense that it's important to someone again. it does not answer douman's taunting, because it is a rose.
[402 is now a room! it's in surprisingly good shape.
and douman comes face to face with - well. douman? douman is just there. two of them. except this douman scrunches down, and makes an annoyed face at seeing the one that walks in.]
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[Wow, that's a wound! That's fine, though. Douman grits their teeth, looking down at their hand. It definitely hurts, but...]
[They lick at some of the blood dripping from it. Its fine. Everything is fine.]
[They turn and decide to exit the room, using their other hand to open the door and decide to move to 401 instead. RUDE ASS CURSED DOLLS]
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it's fine, anyway. they exit the room without further incident, and head to room 401. it opens easily enough! it's just... a place. it's a place! a familiar place.]
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[Douman has not been physically present in this space, but they are able to recognize it, especially with the logo emblazoned on some of the white walls. They walk down the hallway, dripping blood behind them.]
Hahaha. Wasn't this destroyed? Dear me. The folly of humanity...what a monument to that! Ahaha...
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this space seems claustrophobic. distorted, a little. time doesn't feel right. they walk in, and five seconds pass, and then suddenly, it feels like it's been eight hours. ten. twelve. they're still just walking, for five seconds but stretched for so, so long.
there's a flash of red at the end of the hallway.]
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[They blink. It feels...draining. They let out a huff of a laugh, the scent of blood still powerful. Walking like this in a dead place is...laughable. All laughable.]
[But the flash of red makes them snap their head up, the slow feeling replaced by sudden intrigue, surprise.]
Who's there?
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the closer they get, the more terror fills them. the fear of death, the fear of the unknown, the certain dread that something will be destroyed beyond repair. it might not be their emotion, but they feel it grasp at their lungs, freeze them up.
the red thing lays on the floor, unmoving. it doesn't seem like something alive.]
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[This terror...why terror? Aren't they the ones who create terror? What is this deep fear, that makes them tremble so...?]
[Douman bites down on their lower lip, trying to stifle the feeling. Its...just a curse! Yes! All just a curse.]
[They try to move as close as they can without shaking move their gaze down at the object. What might they see?]
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the terror threatens to overwhelm them, a desperate plea - and then violence. a familiar, warm bloodlust, almost friendly. it's a terrible mix, terror and the urge to kill everything in sight.]
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[This terror...and this bloodlust...ah, how familiar, just how wonderfully familiar-!]
Ahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!! Making me experience what I already have, huh, with your damned curse on top!! Haha! What a laugh!!!
[With a wide, tooth-filled grin, Douman moves to smash the rose with the sole of their clown shoe.]
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he smushes it. are you happy? the rose is now smushed, and they have the sense that they just ruined something important to someone.]
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If you mean to curse me to make me feel things such as these, then do not care to throw your valuables at my feet. Haha!
[But they will just stare at it for a moment like the idiot cat they are, just seeing if anything else will happen.]
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also, there's just the sound of a woman screaming in pain in their ears. enjoy that, i'm sure they will, and not in a sarcastic way.]
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[WOW??? LADY??? ITS JUST A ROSE??? Anyways, lifting their gun and wrench hands instantly to their ears, cowering. They're probably staining one of their ears red with blood. It's fine! It's fine.]
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they're just standing here at the end of this hallway with a smushed rose.]
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[They look down at the rose.]
[Someone's valued object, huh.]
Tch.
[An ugly scowl crosses their face.]
What a laugh. To put your deep feelings into something so very ephemeral-! Choose something lasting, why don't you!
[Their chest heaves, as if they're going to laugh...but it just comes out as a sigh. With a shake of their head, they turn away from the rose.]
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anyway, they turn around. the rose remains there. are they leaving?]
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[They turn back to the rose. Ergh. If they went all the way down this hallway and then this thing is part of some curse they need to break...]
Maybe I'll find your master and rip you apart in front of them, how does that sound? Ahahaha.
[And just sweeping up the rose into the depths of their sleeve? Why not! DAMN THIS EMOTIONS FLOWER!!!]
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no, it's fine, they sweep it up into their sleeve, where they get that sense that it's important to someone again. it does not answer douman's taunting, because it is a rose.
where we going, clown?]
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[sometimes you are just a clown speaking like the villain you are to a literal flower]
[Anyways...back down the hallway! And if there's nothing else around, Douman will leave this room and try 402.]
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and douman comes face to face with - well. douman? douman is just there. two of them. except this douman scrunches down, and makes an annoyed face at seeing the one that walks in.]
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[Now...this actually makes Douman do a double take. Well, of course it would be strange to see one's double out of the blue, but...]
[No, that expression...]
[Douman stares, gaze as cold as ice.]
And just how did you get out, hm?
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[his fists clench at his sides.] This is the end. I won't see you do this any longer.
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[But for all their evil clown laughing, Douman keeps their distance from the other Douman, as if wary.]
Come, now. What could you do to me? You already lost.
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Get rid of y-you. Make sure you don't do more damage.
[and suddenly, douman themselves will lose control of their limbs. their hand comes up, slowly, to rest on their own face.]
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[And...okay, this is happening. Douman's smile instantly freezes, eyes glancing to the limb no longer under control. Hm.]
[They heft the wrench in their other hand, the gun having been slipped in their sleeve minutes before.]
Fool you are. Would you really lay a hand against yourself like this?
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