Faye Bright was never the same after her twin brother Finn died in a tragic drowning accident. Her family was never the same either. Living in a small shack on the outskirts of a town, they’ve since fallen under hard times with money and it has been a struggle every day. Faye feels as though her life is crumbling and will never be good again. She cannot see the brightness amongst the darkness. If it weren’t for her parents, she is not sure if she would have any reason to keep going. One night, Faye is woken up by a bright light coming from behind the door of their shack. She cautiously approaches, then opens the door. When she walks into the light she finds herself in a giant room that resembles the lobby of a hotel. She was in a hotel, but a magical one with floating elevators and funny talking pieces of furniture. A few moments after her arrival, Faye is greeted by a peculiar character named Pisce who acts as the hotel’s receptionist. The receptionist leads Faye to her assigned room and Faye enters. Every room in the magical hotel leads to a different world specific for each person. In Faye’s world she will go on a journey, meet interesting characters and eventually learn the value of looking on the bright side. She will learn that she should value the life she has, keep looking forward, and don’t focus on the darkness. Faye will return to her real world life with these newfound views on life.
(TW: Gore)
“Hand me that beaker Atlas.” Snapped the scientist holding out his disfigured, barely recognizable hand. Atlas grabs the beaker full of a bubbling burgundy liquid that he just finished creating. He clenches the neck of the beaker as he looked at the scientist, then back at the beaker. His throat began to close and his mouth began to dry up. He didn’t know if it was from the wrenching stench of the lab or his nervousness.
“Are you sure this is a good idea boss? We don’t know what’s going to happen.” Atlas said, his voice trembling. He instantly regretted even opening his mouth as soon as the words left his lips.
“I said hand me the god damn beaker Atlas!” yelled the scientist. Atlas flinched as he could feel the force of the yell vibrate through his body and slowly holds out the beaker, head down. The scientist holds up the beaker, inspecting the vile liquid inside. “This is perfect” he said with a maniacal chuckle.
“Boss,” Atlas began, throat so tight he could barely breathe, “If we go through with this, wouldn’t it cause-“
“Why do you question me!” the scientist screamed. The sound echoed throughout the lab and an unsettling silence followed as the echo died off. Eyes full of rage he shot a menacing look at Atlas. “Do not question me.” The words pierced through Atlas’s soul. The scientist snapped his gaze towards Silas, his second assistant, who was trembling working on the second liquid needed for the concoction.
“Almost done over there Silas?” he snapped. Silas flinched and almost dropped the beaker off the table.
“Just finished boss.” Silas replied with a noticeable lack of confidence.
“Hand it over”
Silas hands over the beaker, his body tensed, hoping for his life he made it right. Silas did not support this whole experiment and had a million questions himself, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth closed. He knew if Atlas had opened his mouth again it would not end well.
“Excellent work Silas” said the scientist inspecting the green sizzling liquid in the beaker. Silas let out a sigh of relief and became slightly less tensed. The scientist poured a bit of each liquid into a large container and began stirring it. “Finally, with this solution we can turn anything into a monstrosity. We can contaminate the water pipes of the city with this and turn the whole city into monstrosities!” the scientist let out crazed laughter that filled the room as the two assistants watched, mouths shut, sacred for their lives. The laughter subsided. “I hate people.” The scientist said under his breath with a look of disgust on his face. Atlas opens his mouth out of concern. His voice breaking and his throat feeling like it has collapsed at this point.
“Boss, are you sure-“
The scientist slams his hand on the counter, rattling everything on the table and making both assistants jump. “I said do not question me!” He screamed as he grabs a shard of broken glass on the table and slices Atlas’s neck in one quick swipe. Blood spilled out of Atlas’s neck as he gargled and clutched his neck. Silas was staring wide eyed as Atlas dropped to the floor and let out a final grunt. A pool of blood began to trickle across the floor. The scientist clenches the bloody shard of glass in his hand as he turns his gaze toward Silas. “Did you have an questions Silas?” yelled the scientist, clenching the glass even harder causing blood to drip onto the floor from between his fingers.
“No boss.” Stammered Silas, frozen in shock still staring at the motionless body of his fellow assistant in the pool of blood.
“Good, let’s continue” said the scientist turning back to his mixture of liquid. He then picked up the container of liquid stepped over Atlas’s dead body as he approached a cage that held a squealing rat banging against the bars. The squeals grew louder and exceptionally ear splitting as the scientist and Silas got closer. “Shut up you filthy creature or I’ll chop your head off!” Roared the scientist as he stood over the cage. The rat got a little quieter as if it could understand. “Now just to test it on the rat first” The scientist poured a splash of the mixture into the cage and watched closely as the rat sniffed it and eventually drank it. Silas took a step back. The rat started twitching and making odd noises. A smile creeped onto the scientists face as he watched intensely. “Yes, yes”. Silas took another step back. Then without warning, the rat rapidly expanded and burst out of the cage in a squealing frenzy. Within seconds it latched onto the scientists face and began eating away his entire head. The headless body of the scientist drops to the floor joining the fallen assistant in the pool of blood. The rat turns towards Silas with its fiery eyes and bolts toward him, flesh and blood dripping from its mouth. Silas barely makes it out of the lab room and shuts the door on the vicious creature. It banged and clawed at the door, but Silas was long gone. He had escaped. Yet he was traumatized. Forever broken, but alive.
29th March, 4378 Monday 2:30 pm
The computers launched an unexpected attack on us. Caught us all while we were about to catch what little sleep is possible these days. They’ve created some giant spider-like war machines, and our base barely scraped out a win tonight. The computers are getting out of hand. We’ve sent word to the emperor of these new abominations. Hopefully they can make counter tech quickly, before these monsters come back. I just want to sleep. Why am I living through the consequences of the old humans creations? Why me? Those humans had gotten too greedy in their creations. Such pointless things. We knew this would happen, yet we continued to make them smarter. Will this ever end? Will we ever prevail against our own creations? Or shall we become slaves forever to these wretched things? I just want to sleep. Please.
Agent Drak
Once the rain starts, it is common knowledge to stay inside and wait until it passes. Not because people want to stay dry and cozy, yes that is part of it, but the main reason is the umbrella man. Looming in the rain and surveying every corner waits the umbrella man. If you are seen by the umbrella man you’re as good as gone. He holds a black umbrella and has a pale alien-like face with beady green eyes. Did I mention he never stops smiling. A smile that creeps into your head and makes you shudder as feel the hairs stick up on the back of your neck. A smile that reaches into your soul and possesses you from the inside out. Next time you hear the pitter patter start hitting your window, close your curtains, lock your doors, and stay hidden. Don’t be seen.
