((Heyo here is part 3 of the corruption!au that I created! The encounters are going by episode order sooo..It’s Langtree’s turn! So enjoy...if anyone is out there... (side note: I made this at 2 AM and right now posting it at 1:28 AM..just like old times and also ‘the teen’ is referring to Wirt- just thought I’d make that clear..)
Saint Mallory- Lady of Sorrow
After the ‘cat incident’, the older brother was quite hesitant to continue on their journey.
He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but...it just wasn’t right...
The birds still refused to sing their songs... were their even any birds in the trees anymore?? Were they dead silent for a reason...?
The dark ambience continued to stalk the brothers even further into the woods, the older brother noticed that no matter how fast they seemed to be going through the forest,
the darkness would always be faster and beat them there....
A familiar red house came up from the horizon and from the hill it stood.
His heart sank to the pits of his stomach.
If this were any other circumstance..
he would have been happy to see the school house..
Heck, maybe even excited!
But this want just ‘any other circumstance’, was it?
It was a twisted mirror image of the world he once knew. Everything and everyone in it was sick, twisted,
And yet, he clung to a small shimmer of hope within himself.
`Hopefully, they will be normal’ or `Hopefully they will be okay’
The teenage knew, deep down in his heart, that this was just wishful thinking. A final plea to whatever this sick and grim nightmare was.
But in reality? In reality, he would have to pray.
Pray and hope that not everyone was affected. That not everyone was like Enoch or The woodsman.
With nothing else to stall, and nothing pleasant to think about, the walked over to the school house and prayed to which ever god above that everything would be alright.
He hesitantly opened the door and
The gods.....have abandoned his prayer
When he peeked inside, his eyes widened in horror.
The wooden desks that were once neatly aligned in rows were now flipped over and scattered all around. The chalkboard was filled of nonsensical writings of...
God save us, Saint Mallory.
Saint Mallory, cleanse our souls.
Those 3 phrases repeated, over and over and over again. Until the chalkboard seemingly ran out of space.
Maybe the teen wasn't the only one praying.
But...the floors and walls....
They were the worst part about it.
The floors were stained with blood and clumps of fur from a variety of animals were spread, making it almost impossible not to step in a pile of fur.
The teen yelled at his younger brother, warning him not to come inside.
There was a sharp gasp directly behind the teen. He jumped, whipping around to the direction the sound came from. He scanned fgw the area until...his eyes picked up on the shape of a woman.
That wasn't just a woman.
She was crouched in the corner, her head in her knees. Some parts of her dress were torn and had a few splashes of red soaked into the fabric. Langtree’s hair was no longer in a tight bun, instead, it was down and in desperate need of brushing.
She appeared to be mumbling something, but the teen couldn’t quite here it.
He got a little closer and...
“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done..”.
The teen made the mistake of reaching out for her. She let out a screech, lunged forward, and cut his hand with a pair of golden scissors. Her eyes were gray and bloodshot. They only showed madness and blind rage.
The teen hissed in pain and stumbled backwards. All while the deranged woman kept howling about ’The lord’s will’ and ’the demon which carries eyes of blood’
The screams could still be heard, even after the teen ran out of the (in ruins) schoolhouse.
They echoed into the trees and subsisted into silence.
And the brothers were again alone.
