GRAVEYARD ✨

[probe]

POPULATION: GHOST TOWN

You die - and then you wake up.

For a second, it feels as though you can't breathe, and then your head breaks the surface. You crawl out of a pool of blood and into a large, crystalline room. Moving images play across the crystal walls, and if you watch close enough, you'll realize that you're seeing the land of the living; a familiar space station with familiar faces. You can watch these images for as long as you'd like - there are several very large benches (as in, you have to climb them to sit on them) around the room for you to rest on while you do.

Regardless of how you died, it seems as though you're not quite gone completely. You're in one piece, at least. That's good news. However, your surroundings are not exactly what you remember.

When you exit the first room, a bleak, empty city sprawls out ahead of you.

The city itself is large. The framework of it seems to tower higher and higher than you can see, up into the black opal sky that shivers and curls every so often. A river entirely made of blood runs through the city, winding around buildings and ending at the crystal room. The most noticeable thing about the buildings themselves is the fact that thorny vines made of pure white steel dig into the walls and floor, cracking the foundations.

The residential building is worn down and old. It's two floors, and has a few small studio apartments built for one or two people to live in. The beds are extremely uncomfortable. It has a communal area downstairs, but the TV is broken, and the couches are torn apart. Sometimes, this building feels obscenely hot in temperature, and smells like rotten eggs.

The grocery store is your typical convenience store. There's a large selection of food in this area, but it all tastes the same - like chalk. On top of this, every so often there will be bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and the displays. They change in size and location, each time you enter the store.

The clothing store is thrifty in nature. All the clothes here are uncomfortable and scratchy, and don't fit quite right. While you're here, time feels... weird. Distorted, almost dreamy. As you're picking out clothes and trying them on (no money needed, just take what you want), you swear you can hear a gunshot in the distance.

Enjoy your time in this city, and remember...your story isn't quite over yet.

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Comments

[commedia]

I was possessed. By a version of myself. That...self is gone now, though.

[brightred]

Pity. That version of yourself seemed like a lot~ more~ fun~ [grell your clownbanging]

[commedia]

[JUST SHOOTING HER A VERY DISGUSTED SORT OF LOOK]

[brightred]

[Wiggles that chainsaw again.]

So, are you done begging to die? Or should I try again?

[commedia]

Nggghh...

[A defeated sigh.]

If it won't work...what's the point...

[brightred]

[Pulls her chainsaw out. Kicks him in the ribs again.]

Well, in that case, welcome to hell.

[commedia]

That's...stop...! Ow-!

[Don't kick them when they're down WHAT THE HELL]

I guess its where I belong, though...

[when will douman stop being sad? NEVER HONESTLY]

[brightred]

[She's done now don't tempt her again.]

Probably.

[commedia]

[A sigh.]

I'm assuming I'll just regenerate from this?

[brightred]

Probably. Everyone else does.

[commedia]

...

[Well, its taking a while.]

[Just awkwardly looking up at her.]

You...really know how to use...whatever that is.

[brightred]

[Yeah sorry you'll have Holes for like 15 minutes.]

My deathscythe? Isn't it wonderful? I had it modified just for me~

[commedia]

...It doesn't look like a scythe.

[IT'S NOT EVEN SHAPED LIKE ONE]

[brightred]

Only training scythes look like regular, boring, plain old scythes. I'm not that unstylish!

[commedia]

How...fashionable of you?

[brightred]

I'm glad someone understands!

[commedia]

[Right...]

[They poke at their own torso wound. It seems like its just about done.]

Can I...ask you to help me up?

[brightred]

Oh? After I put you there in the first place? [But she does hold out one gloved hand to them to assist. She's much stronger than might be expected, all solid muscle.]

[commedia]

W-well...

[Yeah, she is pretty strong! After getting up, Douman bows their head.]

Thank you for the favor, anyways.

[brightred]

Of course~ It would be rude of me not to offer assistance when I'm asked so politely~

[commedia]

...

[They seem a little nervous to be around her.]

Have you been...killing a lot of people here?

[brightred]

Only the ones that ask for it~

[commedia]

Is it true that you're a serial killer?

[brightred]

Really, when I told Fukuda that I didn't mean for him to share that with everyone!

Ann and I had our own personal reasons for what we did. Rest assured not a single person in this entire damnable place is someone either of us would have targeted. And besides, it was all her idea, I just worked as her backup.

[commedia]

Who did you target, then?