I could never think about your hands without smiling
Now they lie on the stone pavement like a toppled star
As helpless as before This is really the end
The hands lie separately The sword lies separately The head separately
The king dancing among the peasants.
But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
Real life creepypasta expirience, or "I can't believe it's not liver. Oh wait..."
You've been feeling under the weather for last few minutes. Scialo just stopped pestering you, and now you should start chatting with the next person. You just... Don’t really feel like it. Dying lusii? Meteors? Killer totems? That's not the shit you're used to deal with. And there’s this awful storm outside. Just like facing this horror of another fucking day wasn't enough, there just had to be a storm. You try to swallow to get rid of this dry feeling in your mouth, but it just makes things worse, for some unknown reason. You sigh, man the hell up and click on the new name on your chumroll, knowing this is going to be bad.
-- canineConductor [CC] began trolling imperialCheerleader [IC] --
CC: Hello
CC: I wanna play a game
CC: And try to imagine this in a omnious voice U^u^U
IC: --->Sighs. I guess I have some time to H-U-M-O-R you.<---
CC: So generous... U=ｪ=U
CC: But don't ya feel like asking some questions?
CC: Whoofo are you
CC: Whoofy are you writing now
CC: I need to dress up pretty for the occasion?
CC: UoｪoU
CC: I mean, there are meteors or some shit included
IC: --->Something's downloading on my computer. Is this part of your game?<---
CC: Pretty sure it is
CC: Are you like 100% positive that you don't want to know whoofat the hell is going on? U=ｪ=U
IC: --->I DO Know what's going on. I'm not a M-O-R-O-N moron!<---
IC: --->This is SGRUB. You're trying to get inside the medium. I get it.<---
You freeze for a second, trying to comprehend. They know what's going on? Well, that's new.
…at least you think so.
CC: Oh.
CC: Come.
CC: On.
CC: U=n=U
IC: --->...Lmao what is this? A train station?<---
CC: Yes it is, but let me have a break down here U=n=U
CC: I was going to be all smart n shit, about whoofat you need to do
CC: And you were supposed to go all "oh man, this guy is kinda cool"
CC: And you ruined it! U;n;U
CC: All my hopes and dreams...
CC: Yeah, insert sobbing here
CC: And ok, how the hell do you know about this game? UoｪoU
IC: --->I'll decide how cool you are when I can actually /see/ you. Why are you at a train station, anyway?<---
IC: --->Going somewhere?<---
IC: --->I'm already in. >; )<---
CC: Life's but a journey, ya see
CC: Whoofa? UoｪoU
CC: In?
IC: --->I'm already in the medium. >; )<---
CC: Ok, I'm confused now, whoofy the hell are you "in" before I got to you? U@ｪ@U
IC: --->Because I'm super talented and like, T-O-T-A-L-L-Y amazing.<---
CC: I thought it was some kind of chain...
CC: ...
CC: Ok, let's leave it like that U>ｪ>U
IC: --->Mhm. I was at the beginning of the chain.<---
IC: --->They saved the best for.... first.<---
And the crown of Miss Generosity goes to... You sigh. You're really not in the mood for dealing with this crap.
Funny, it must have been the same for this last guy. But at least you tried to be a bit lighthearted about this. This unknown troll is just pain in the ass. They do have the control of your life and death at this moment, so you decide to play along for a while. Survival before sulking.
CC: So, wait, it's a circle?
IC: --->That's what a chain is.<---
CC: Chain has a begining and the end, so you can smash somebody in the face with it, now I see this game more like...
CC: A hoola hop
CC: Kind of weird hoola hop Uoｪo"U
IC: --->I like you. That's like, E-X-A-C-T-L-Y what I like to do with chains!<---
IC: --->That and y'know. Choking people to death >; )<---
CC: Ok, cool hobby
IC: --->Okay, so where are you.<---
IC: --->There are a LOT of people here.<---
CC: Remind me to stay away from you and chains
CC: I'm sitting on a bench, just look for a lazy ass lusus sleeping under me UouoU
As if it wasn't bad enough, the lightning cuts through the sky, and all lights at the station flicker. Some trolls stop and look anxiously up, some gasp, and you're just there, sitting on your bench, trying to focus and not think about the fact, that the Scialo did have to deal with earthquakes, and it's starting to look like storm of the decade. It's not like there's going to be some tornado here... Right?
CC: Oh boy
CC: This last guy had to deal with earthquakes, but there was nothing like this here
CC: You had earthquakes too? And did you fnid me? UoｪoU
IC: --->I didn't have earthquakes. I was in, though, like S-U-P-E-R fast, because like. I'm so good at everything? Especially this game, lol.<---
IC: --->OOh. Thunder. Scary. I love it.<---
IC: --->T-o-t-a-l-l-y TOTALLY sets the mood.<---
IC: --->I wonder if they'll all die when you enter the medium?<---
CC: Yeah... U=ｪ=U I have no idea and for some reason I don't feel like finding out
CC: There is a chance that some of them will take a train and get away or something. Dealing with dead meat isn't my thing U>n<U
CC: Did you find me?
IC: --->You the one in the braids and the sweatshirt?<---
CC: Yeah
CC: Can we quickly sort out whoofere to put those big ass machines so nobody would trip and die on them?
CC: I'm not sure if they are bloodproof
IC: --->Hmmmm.<---
IC: --->I mean. I guess we could put them on like, the roof right?<---
IC: --->Or does this place have a basement, maybe?<---
CC: I don't know if sitting on a roof with some kind of halph-typhoon thing going on is a good idea... And I'm pretty sure they don't have basement Uoｪo"U
CC: Do you think you could put them in a railcart maybe..?
CC: I'm not sure if one is here though, fuck... U@ｪ@U
IC: --->How about you just clear a path? Do something weird.<---
Another thunder rolls through the station, but now lights instead of flicker, simply go off, covering the station with darkness. Mechanical voice flowing from emergency speakers announces, that due to the thunder there occurred problem with electricity, and light should be back in a few minutes. It also apologized for all the problems, but the last part of its speech was completely overpowered by the voices of angry and scared trolls. You think, that if the station management doesn't deal with it quickly, they're surely going to panic. Well, you can't blame them, you don't feel any better with lights off... It could be a little helpful though, if only you play it well.
CC: And whoofat do you expect me to do genious? And it's dark as fuck now! U=n=U
IC: --->You could always start killing people.<---
IC: --->That's my Go-To.<---
IC: --->Push them on to the tracks!<---
IC: --->Then they'll be like, out of your way, AND I get to watch somebody be electrocuted! It's a win-win!<---
CC: Let's say, that I'm some crazed up psycho whoofo can just cull off the whoofole station without getting smashed himself. How do you expect somebody to be electrocuted whoofen there is
CC: No
CC: Fucking
CC: Power? U=ｪ=U
CC: Hey, wait!
CC: You can put those things on top of the train right?
CC: The roofs are a bit round, but it should be alright for a whoofile, they are pretty wide after all
CC: Good plan? Great plan
CC: And pretty much the only one we have, that doesn't include me going somehow berserk U=ｪ=U
IC: --->Smart. Okay. Gimme a second.<---
You take a deep breath. Be nice, be nice, as for now it's going pretty smoothly. Just keep it up Fenrir, you need to survive the ordeal.
IC: --->Okay. Just dropped your Cruxtruder on the first train.<---
CC: And that is..? Whoofich thing?
IC: --->Aaaand that's the totem lathe on the second one. Aaand the third one is the totem lathe.<---
CC: Whoofich one is this timer triggering thing?
IC: --->Omg you're so U-S-E-L-E-S-S /useless/!<---
IC: --->The Cruxtruder.<---
IC: --->(First train.)<---
CC: Well, good thing you won't have to deal with me for so long then U=ｪ=U
CC: Ok, and the card thing? The last guy needed this card thing
IC: --->Totem lathe.<---
IC: --->First you need to break open the cruxtruder.<---
CC: But it set's off the timer, I don't want to, I want to do other things first U=3=U
IC: --->What do you want to do?<---
IC: --->You're /supposed/ to do it this way.<---
CC: Oh for the sake of... Ok, I can do this, fuck!
CC: You're a cheerleader, cheer me a bit
CC: Show me the fighting spirit or something!
IC: --->Omg, okay!!!! Let me think of something real quick.<---
CC: It'd better be a good one, because I need something Uoｪo;U
You try your best to ignore trolls, who noticed machines in the flash of last lightning, and close your grubtop. After quickly putting the cable in your bag (and a quick prayer, so the battery won't die halfway through), you close the computer and sneak to the first train as quickly and silently as you can. Good thing, that all those super new trains had left, and all that's left are older models. After localizing the suitable place to climb on the roof, and that was the small passage between two carts, you softly throw grubtop on the roof, and after few seconds you’re lying beside it on the cold steel, breathing deeply. Lifting your weight on your hands isn't really the easiest thing, if you don't really have anything to put your legs on. You rest there for a short while, only to open up your chat and be welcomed by...
IC: --->T-I-M-E-R Who's the pup who's 'bout to BURST! ADVENTURE--AND FAME! THIS TRAIN STATION IS LAME! BUST THE CRUX AND PLAY THE GAME, PUT EVERY OTHER TROLL TO SHAME!<---
IC: --->...It'd be like, totally better with the choreography.<---
IC: --->I had like a double backhand spring planned in my head? But I couldn't do it over the computer, obvs >; (<---
IC: --->But seriously. Just do it. I promise I'll do a flip for you later <3<---
IC: --->That's a good boy!<---
CC: It only made me feel worse about the whoofole thing, but thanks for actually do this... U^ｪ^"U
IC: --->Now all you have to do is open it up.<---
CC: Easy to say...
IC: --->I just hit it with my whip. You could probably hit it with your weapon of choice, too?<---
IC: --->Of course, I'm like, amazing, so. That might not work for you.<---
Your heavy, discouraged sigh is never meant to finish, as the loud shatter accompanied with terrified shrieks and a few sounds of something squishy yet crunchy getting smashed on the floor make all your hair stand up. With heart beating so hart, that it could easily broke your ribs, you look in the direction of the main entry, and... Oh Empress.
It looked like the wind outside threw the small car into the glass wall. Glittering shards were everywhere, and judging by the stains, the rolling machine hit a few trolls, who were now not much but a broken meat bags. For a second everyone was silent, then screams of panic hit your eardrums like another thunder. You haven't signed up for this shit, no fucking way in hell!
CC: Now whoofat, fuck?!
IC: --->Um. Don't look at me.<---
You immediately regretted letting your guard down. Now, with one wall almost completely broke, and the huge exit on the back, station turned into one, huge pipe. In a second you got brutally thrown from the cart, catching your grubtop in a desperate try to hold on to ANYTHING, your lusus barking filled your ears, as your back hit the metal door to the next cart. Sharp gasp escaped your throat, and shortly after your arm smashed on the uneven floor between two steel walls. It hurt so much that you started wondering if you broke something, and the fact that your ass was higher than head didn't matter. You couldn't tell your elbow from knee either way. However the next sound ruthlessly reminded you where you are. Up till now the clamour of panicked screams was muffled, like you pressed your head to the pillow, but there was something more. Cold, lazy screech of metals being pressed to one another, this kind making your forehead hurt. And then muffled whimper and smash, that left you with ringing in your ears.
But smell was the worst. Smell of blood and meat filled your nostrils, making you gag. You knew exactly what happened, whose whimper was it and who was probably laying under the piece of metal, in a half-liquid form. You swallowed, and opened your grubtop, just as running away from the moment when you should stand up and see what's left of your lusus would make it any better.
CC: From smell I gues... I don't want to see this...
IC: --->Alll you have to do is open up the cruxtader and throw his body into the ball of light, and he'll wake up again.<---
IC: --->And he'll be better than ever. I promise.<---
CC: I
CC: FUCKING
CC: KNOW
CC: But it's not my first time smelling blood, and that thing was big, and...
IC: --->Sighs. Honestly, you don't need me anymore. And I don't need your fucking attitude.<---
IC: --->Goodbye, asshole.<---
-- imperialCheerleader [IC] gave up trolling canineConductor [CC] --
CC: And the princes is fuckin out, good!
CC: FUCK
-- canineConductor [CC] gave up trolling imperialCheerleader [IC] --
So be it! You slowly stood up, not quite sure if you were tearing up because of the sharp pain near your hips, the chocking smell, sadness or the noise. It could be the product of all these combined. You put your grubtop in your bag quite sure that you won't need it anymore, and slowly walked up to the side of the cart.
Good news - this damned thing opened because of the impact.
Bad news - it looked worse than you thought it would be, and even though you've seen a lot of things in your life, your guts got all heavy, like it wanted to fall out of your body. Not that you'd mind, it'd make you closer to Pop, you thought sourly, in a half-assed attempt to cheer yourself up. The ball of light was hovering just above your head, like it was clearly interested what he would do. "Put the body into the ball"... You sneered. Which fuckin part?
Trembling like a leaf you kneeled on the floor, feeling blood soaking through the material, and stretched your hands, to find... A bigger piece of your custodian. The bone hand was fine, he couldn't really feel with it, but the warm, soft meat on your fingers, the sticky blood getting all over your fingers... It was too much. You jumped away from the cruxtruder just to vomit on the rails a meter away. Thank heavens most of the trolls tried to run away from the station, and were currently trying to run away from a falling cart further... Shit! You wiped your mouth with a tissue you had in your pocket. Running away... He had a timer..! Still feeling sick you went back to the meat, held your breath, and stretched your arm. The second time wasn't so bad, maybe because you've already got read of everything you had in your stomach. You found head, and holding back tears you threw it at the ball of light.
It worked surprisingly well, a ghost-like figure of dog appeared before your eyes, but it wasn't quite right. The real deal was still smeared on the ground, because you had the amazing idea of putting huge piece of machinery on a rounded roof.
Fuck this all.
You turned around, and in the next flash of the lightning, you noticed a piece of white fur on the ground. You dug your nails into the skin, and lifted a severed tail.
This is messed up.
Not really thinking you detached one finger of your skeleton hand.
Kid, there are some limits.
Bones melted smoothly in the air and covered the bloody end of the tail, connecting with the rest of the spine.
Just... No.
You attached the tail to your trousers, and looked at it a bit lost in thought. You just decided to carry around the piece of your dead parent, well done psycho. This needs to be an achievement in this goddamned game.
Trying not to look at the Gost Pop, as you decided to call him, you started running towards the second train. Good, this totem thing was still standing in its place for some reason. But of course you forgot this base thingy. You ran back, almost getting yourself run over by some obese troll with a small suitcase pressed to his chest, and caught the cylinder in run. Wait, the card! You looked around. This piece of ass never told you where they put it! You swore under your breath and just as you started running back to the next train, you slipped. Of course you landed on your sore back, with your head in blood, because, that was just YOUR DAY, but as you pulled yourself together, you noticed a bloody card, most likely being the cause of your amazing fall. Well, it could've been worse. Fighting the shivers, as one drop of sticky liquid run down your spine, you managed to crawl to the next machine, somehow not falling down with your clothes all covered in blood. What did Scialo do..? Right!
You put the base and the card in the proper slots, and sighted with relief, when it started working. The wind has stopped for a second, but nobody really noticed it, apart from you, and Ghost Pop, who was looking with disapproval at the white tail hanging from your belt. And the station looked like some hardcore creepypasta location. Abandoned luggage, blood, glass shards, trolls getting run over by others, who tried to crawl on the fallen carts to run away... You shivered, and bushed the excitement building up in your mind to the back of your skull, and beat yourself with mental stick. It's not a horror movie, this is real, terrifying, deal, and you have to get moving if you don't want to end up like your lusus.
Just when you managed to take your eyes of the buried under the bricks and carts exit, the machine has stopped, and you could take the weird statue with yourself. With no time to loose you jumped down hoping you won't break something NOW, and run to the next machine, but the strong blow of wind threw you on the floor, just like few trashcans and benches. You lost at least half of the precious minute crawling to the last train, which was swinging dangerously from side to side because of wind, but the few drops of rain that got carried all the way to you were quite pleasant.
Not looking at anything or anybody you crouched beside this Alchemiter thing, and once again thank every saint thing on this planet, that it started working. Something appeared, and your heart skipped a beat. A... Scale? Surprised, you poked the thing, and the scales waved a bit, only to return to the state of perfect balance in a second. You were kind of relieved that it wasn’t some homicidal figure of yourself, but... You need to break it now. How the hell you break the scale?
You looked around yourself, and noticed a big suitcase laying on the ground. Not anything weird, when you got accustomed to the dark a bit, you could make out a few things and a ton of suitcases was laying here and there, but this one looked sturdy enough.
Once again you slipped down to the ground, holding a pretty scale in your hand. You put it on the ground and lifted heavy suitcase a bit. It should be enough, you thought and dropped the baggage.
Boy, you've never were as relieved by the sound of something breaking as today.
You sat down beside the pieces of the scale, overwhelmed by all of this. Ghost Pop started hovering before you, suddenly making you feel guilty and out of place. You won't give it back, this tail is now yours. Suddenly feeling angry you grabbed some kind of paper lying on the ground and threw it at the ghost in act of desperation, but you only managed to watch as it got absorbed. Before you could do the effect, something shook the station, and everything turned white.
IC: --->EXACTLY! Show me a trick!<---
IC: --->Heh. Come on, boy. Come on. Do a trick and I'll get you a treat.<---
CC: What kind of treat?
IC: --->Hmmm. I dunno. Maybe a... /BONE/? HAHA!<---
CC: So funny, so funny. No treat, no trick, get back to the camping.
IC: --->Ugh! Fine. I'll get you a real treat. What do you want?<---
CC: A train.
IC: --->... What?<---
CC: U･ｪ･U
IC: --->A train? Like Choo Choo Here Comes The C-O-N-D-U-C-T-O-R /conductor/?<---
CC: Yeah, that's whoofat a train is normally
IC: --->You want like, a toy train? Or like, a R-E-A-L train?<---
CC: Whoofat am I going to do with a toy?
IC: --->WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH A REAL TRAIN?<---
CC: Learn to ride it?
IC: --->No.<---
