🌈Chapter 1: Welcome to the neighborhood🌈
The first thing I heard when I finally felt the ground again was the song of some happy birds crossing the sky, the sun was radiant and the fresh air welcomed me to an almost perfect place.
What the fuck is happening?
I can't understand it. What kind of new Lesley game was this?
I stood up from what seemed to be grass. Sitting I observed my own body, it seemed to be complete, I concluded by touching each part, no limb was torn off.
What a fortune.
In the distance, I noticed a few houses and colorful buildings among the treetops.
"A town?" I said in dismay
I started down the hill to get closer to the strange place. This is not possible, is it Clayhill? Why would Lesley send me back here? Remembering our beloved "town" from long ago, a place completely wiped off the face of the earth, was meaningless. The closer I got, I noticed how torn my shoes were, I was covered in dirt, and my clothes were completely ruined.
I arrived at the point where I could hear, laughter. Yes, happy laughter. I looked around, everything was full of life. Each house had a unique style but at the same time, they were in harmony with those bright colors like a rainbow but did not tire the eyes. It was all a friendly environment or at least what it seemed to be.
It certainly wasn't Clayhill, but… Why would it look so familiar?
Between the houses, I noticed several people gathered or… puppets just like me. There was a colorful bird with a tray of cupcakes laughing happily along with a big blue dog with a funny little hat; Next to him were two men, one who appeared to be a mailman holding the hand of another man who was thinner and gray in color.
Everyone ate cupcakes while they watched what appeared to be two girls playing on the sidewalk, one in a pink dress and the other whose head resembled the sun.
Although everything seemed nice, it was strangely calm and cheerful... but What if they were like teachers? Inside I didn't know what to think, thousands of ideas were crossing about what was before me. Possible scenarios of torment and nightmares emerged as I compared what I had experienced with the monstrous puppets of the pink house.
How dangerous were they? How fast could I escape? Is there a way to return to the pink house? Will my friends still be alive? I was so immersed that I just kept looking forward without being noticed.
"Hello?"
I squeezed the scissors in my pocket
"Hello?"
I clung to that cold metal and felt thousands of buzzes covering my entire body.
"Are you okay?"
Someone touched my arm repeatedly. I turned around and saw him.
"Welcome to the neighborhood," He said with a disturbingly friendly smile.
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