“They have been asleep for a while.”
“Yes, it’s been a year.”
“And their minds are still stable?”
“Not exactly. They only remember their emotions. Everything else in their minds are a mystery to us.”
“And you expect a child to wake them up?”
“What else do you want us to do? We can’t shut down this project! We’ve invested too much money and if we don’t receive results soon we’ll be on the streets!”
“Okay, okay. I guess there’s not much for us to lose...except for that poor child.”
“Lets hope she has sweet dreams.”
Limbo: goodnight
Kit opened her eyes. This wasn’t her world, or was it? How confusing. The scientists said she should be safe but at the moment nothing looked too stable. Everything was hazy and it was difficult for her to breathe through all the fog-- or was it smoke? It was hard to tell considering her headache was becoming more painful.
“HE- no, I have to stay quiet,” Kit whispered and stumbled across the rocky ground. The only thing she could see was the street, she was probably in a neighborhood, and the cracks that scattered across the cement. Was this place deserted?
“I wish I could breathe better,” the girl frowned and squinted her eyes, trying to see if there was any movement or a building she could enter. Kit tripped and groaned, angry that she was dumb enough to let a crack in the ground trick her into falling. Oh. Nevermind, it was a...gas mask??
“Who is dumb enough to leave this here? No wait, how convenient is this? Yep, this is too perfect. I’m leaving it here,” Kit nodded and stood up with a huff. She patted her dress in order to get the dirt off, not like it mattered because she couldn’t see anything, but then her right arm became heavy. “Huh?”
“Take it, dipshit!” Kit jumped at the sound of a stranger’s voice and grabbed onto the invisible...hand? (She hoped it was a hand) then squeezed it.
“Don’t touch me!” She was shocked to hear the invisible stranger yell before she did, but something was wrong. Kit brought the foreign arm close to her face but nothing was there.
“Are you a ghost?” The girl calmly asked.
“Are you a fucking idiot? No? I’m not a shitty ass spirit from the depths of cock sucking hell,” the stranger hissed as he shook his arm out of her grasp. “And pick up and use that bastard of a mask! I’m trying to get rid of it anyway! Useless assholes keep on attacking me...and even worse, some of those loser bitches want to be my friend!”
“Loser bitches????”
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about that kind of shit.”
“Like having friends?”
“I have friends! I just don’t want anymore! I’m fine as fuck with the way my life is now!”
“Then why are you letting me have this gask mask?” Kit picked up the item and tilted her head, looking around because she had no idea where the voice was coming from. The voice seemed to be pacing around her.
“Like I said, I don’t want that goddamned thing anymore! Do you not listen? SHIT! Why am I even wasting my time talking to you? Just get the hell out of my sight!” The voice sighed after he spoke and the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the “neighborhood”.
Kit glanced down at the mask and put it on. It was actually kind of comfortable and oddly enough it was easier to see. The fog seemed to evaporate through the mask and the surroundings were now a bit more clear. Abandoned cars littered the sides of the road, and just as she suspected, she was in a run down neighborhood. “Alright, time to go...”
“FUCK! NO! WHAT! THE! HELL!”
Kit turned around to where the voice was coming from. Was the invisible person in trouble?
“YOU ABSOLUTE SHIT STAIN ON A GORILLA’S PAMPERS! Why the DUMB DIDDLY ASSCRACK are you going THAT way?” The voice exclaimed and grabbed onto Kit’s shoulders in order to spin her around. “Go this way, asshole!”
“Why?”
“Because if you go that way some piece of druggie hell is going to beat your child asshole like a drum! And FUCK you will not enjoy it! I don’t give a SHIT if you have that kink! I promise you won’t like any ass beatings that useless cum bucket will hand you! LITERALLY!” The voice actually sounded a bit worried.
“Are you afraid of the druggie?” Kit spun around and continued going the direction the voice didn’t agree with.
“I’M NOT SCARED! I’m angry that you’re STUPID ENOUGH to go some bullshit way!” The invisible guy’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Do you not know how things work around here?”
“Actually, no,” Kit stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you please tell me everything you know?”
“Sure, shitstick.” A plop noise reached the girl’s ears, she assumed he sat on the ground, and watched a stick on the ground levitate. “First off, this place is called “Limbo”. Second, you’re hella fucked, small fry. Third, we’re all dreaming here. Personally, I don’t remember making some hell contract to be stuck in some shitty mind fuck, but surprise, life is a living cluster of cock. Okay so, everyone here has their own “nightmare section”. YEAH. THAT’S RIGHT. I SAID “NIGHTMARE section”! That means-- sur-fuckin-prise! Everyone here is at their worst! No one is having a fun time! We’ve all been suffering here for too damn long! At first we loved this perfectly created dreamland but after a while we all lost our holy cock farting minds! Fun, huh? NO BECAUSE THERE ARE SOME ASSDICKING WEED HEADS WHO THINK FUCKING EVERYTHING UP IS A GREAT SHIT IDEA!” The voice seemed out of breath for a bit but somewhat composed himself before speaking again, “yeah, so, don’t go that way unless you want to see a whole ton of druggos legos.”
“I’m definitely going that way,” Kit continued walking again and ignored the high pitched screeching coming from the invisible dude.
“ASS! SHIT! FUCK! COCKS!”
“Stop yelling or the “weed guy” is going to--” Kit ceased speaking when the gas mask began to fog up once again. “Explain.”
“The asshole is nearby, dumbass! I told you everything and you continued to shit on my advice! WE’RE FUCKED!” The voice’s footsteps echoed throughout the neighborhood and his arms held onto Kit’s chest for dear life. “I’m not afraid! I just hate him so much that I have to fucking hold myself back from punching his dick off!”
“I didn’t say anything about you being afraid....guy,” Kit lowered her eyebrows and attempted to stomp through the invisible guy’s grasp.
“My name’s Ivan, shit salad!” He yelled as the fog came rolling in at full force.
“I didn’t ask but okay,” Kit tried to find Ivan’s head with her hands and patted him once her hand rested on a surface.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PATTING MY FACE?”
“Oh, uh,” She lifted her hand a bit and patted once again.
“Okay, yeah, that’s the top of my hEA- HEY! CUT THAT SHIT OUT!” Ivan shrieked and struggled, even though he was still holding onto her. “We need to scatter the HELL out of here!”
“HEYYYYYYY IVAN!” Another voice, more hoarse and feminine this time, burst it’s way through the fog and reached their eardrums like a bulldozer.
“AHHHHHHHH!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY, AUS!” Ivan shook Kit back and forth in his grip, almost knocking the poor girl to the ground.
“Aus? That’s an unique name,” She ducked out of Ivan’s clutches and walked closer to the newcomer, still cloaked by the fog. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you...”
“DON’T ASK AUS SHIT!”
“Ivan...it’s not your turn,” Kit turned to glare daggers behind her, the evil gaze intending to terrify the invisible coward.
“O-oh...fuck....” Ivan whispered before taking a few steps away from the girl. There was something bizarre about her now. Almost as if she was in deep thought, and was angry about it.
“What do you want, kid?” Aus spoke as the fog became a mossy green.
“You frightened my friend, so you must be a powerful person. You hide behind all this fog and yet you’re powerful enough to hurt someone you can’t even see. How is that suppose to be scary? Actually, you’re more afraid than anyone else here. Afraid to see people. Afraid to look at yourself. Do you know how pathetic that is?” Kit bowed her head and smirked as she spoke.
“What of it? Who cares if I’m scared? At least I’m stronger than some small, shitty brat,” Aus grinned and narrowed his eyes. “There’s been something on your mind, right? Something you’re afraid to ask...so? What the hell is it?”
“Don’t fucking trust him, Kit!” Ivan yelled and patted her on the shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up, Ivan! Let her ask. What’s on your mind?” Aus stuck out their tongue and chuckled.
“What....what is weed?” Kit placed her hands over her face and blushed.
“.....ohmyFUCK.” Ivan yelled and it sounded as if he fell to his knees in despair.
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Aus: jingleriot
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