» Wutz Happenin: The first chapter of a story revolving around @s3r3n44's OC, Lexi! Mysterious events allow her to live out the dream of any creepypasta obsessed teen, and cross over into the universe where it's actually real! She quickly finds out that there's a lot more going on than what the internet urban legend would suggest.
» Quick Factz: Word count is 3333, yes really. I've had this finished for a month but my executive dysfunction got so bad I was physically incapable of posting this for some reason. But it's here now, so enjoy! The next chapter is coming soon and is shaping up to be something really cool.
Yith watched the light above him flicker over head. He mulled his notebook over in his claws, not writing anything. His drink lay untouched, slowly fizzing away. The metal pipes that hung above and around him occasionally heaved and the sound of rushing, sloshing liquid could be heard as Nekro turned valves.
Next to him was Latur, equally spaced out as he was. His drink sat equally untouched, while he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. Yes, even if there wasn’t really any proper passage of day and night, somehow the air of a slow night hung over the Platinum Puncheon.
“Bar closes at 12, you two know the rules. You don’t have to go, but you can’t stay here," Nekro said.
Yith look tiredly at the dwarf, who was cleaning a glass as he chuckled to himself.
“You know I’m kidding. You can stop snipping at those seats though, it isn’t easy getting that cushioning you know." Nekro motioned at the chair.
Looking down, Yith saw he had been absentmindedly tearing at the seat with his claw. He quickly pulled it away.
“Apologies,” he said embarrassed.
“Maybe you should think about rubber bands," chimed in another voice.
Yith looked at Latur with contempt. “Bite me.”
“Already tried, you taste terrible."
Rolling his eyes, Yith decided to place his notes on the counter. He wasn’t making much progress on them anyways. Looking at the drink, he slowly moved it aside for the moment. He didn’t get the appeal of carbonated drinks, they felt weird against his stomach. Then again, most foods he found the people here enjoys were to stimulate senses that were mostly alien to him, not to speak on the fact most of his kind’s food wasn’t exactly meant to stand out. Meals were quick and were usually seen as an inconvenience.
“Hey dude, I’m fine to just keep scrolling while you have some sort of a spiritual stroke, but just in case your souls can rot I’d like a heads up before you tip over,” Latur said annoyed.
“Not exactly like you do anything else anyways. What do you even spend all day watching anyways?” Yith leaned over slightly, seeing if he could sneak a glance at what Latur was watching. On screen was some images from the Half Life series.
“Just some Half Life lore video. I don’t imagine you’ve played.” Latur snickered to himself.
“No, but I know people who have," Yith replied.
Latur looked up staring at Yith in confusion. “What?”
Yith straightened up a bit. “Yes, my kind are very thorough in fact. We record every detail we can about the civilizations we come across.”
Latur could tell there was a bit of pride in his voice, which was unusual. He decided to humor a conversation with him.
“Huh… Well I’m watching a video about the resonance cascade," he said.
Yith thought Latur might've had a stroke himself for going more than a few seconds without belittling him somehow.
“I didn’t take you as the type to be into a more info heavy video like that.” Yith perked up a bit, seeing a side of the digital incubus he hadn't seen before.
“Just because humans are stupid doesn’t mean I am-”
“Debatable.” Yith though.
“-But I don’t know, it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. It’d make my life soooo much easier if humans could just do my job for me. But I know that’d never happen… I mean they’re dumb enough to do it accidentally, but that also means they’re too dumb to actually figure it out," Latur said fancifully.
Yith was swirling his drink around in its mug.
“You’re not wrong. They tell stories of priests as gods, treating their gospel as a reality breaking revelation. I don’t get it really, my roommate went into theology though. Eccentric guy," Yith reminisced.
“Tell me about him, not like either of us are going anywhere," Latur said with, for what Yith thought might've been the first time, some genuine curiosity.
“YOLO, EAT SHIT WHEN UR NOT ALL UP ON HIS MEAT.”
“YOU LIEK BEN DROWND, GET CALLED A #!@$% FOR LIKING SONIC.EXE TOO MANY TIMES?”
“SAYING THAT LIKE LATUR DOESN’T GET SHIT ON BY BIGMEANGORILLA.EXE.”
“THATS NOT EVENM CA NON SHUT U)!!!!11!11!!”
Lexi seethed at her computer. Another productive day on a forum arguing over creepypastas had devolved into arguing again. Her eyes were strained, she’d been staring at her screen too long. The accessories in her hair felt heavy. She reloaded the page and saw the reply.
“CANON??? WERENT U JUST TALKING ABOUT HOW LATUR IS CANON N STUFF… UR A FRAUD!”
“HE IS SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP IM GONNA SUMMON HIM TONIGHT FUCK YOUUUUUU”
She angrily closed out the forum. Behind it was her computer’s background, a coding terminal, and a notebook with instructions she got from a friend. It was a summoning ritual for Latur, and she was finally going to prove to everyone he was real! Not like that fake Jeff the Killer.
She cringed remember her phase when she was obsessed with him. This was nothing like that. Clearly.
Unlike most other ones though, this one involved less blood and maiming yourself or others. Instead, it involved a lot of writing code in and then running it, which would apparently let Latur come visit you. She pasted in the code from the instructions, hoping she remembered the right language or whatever it was for it to work. Once it was all in, she closed her eyes, let it run, and hoped she hadn’t just given her computer a virus she coded herself.
With baited breath she waited, before she couldn’t take it anymore and peeked, opening her eyes wide. Her screen had totally changed, now black with several gyrating colorful squares that left streaks of light. She watched wide eyed, was it working? Was he about to pop out?
A horrible noise could be heard all throughout the caverns. It was a squeaking, trembling, kind of bubbling, maybe groaning? Well, it was indescribable really. Latur and Yith had their conversation interrupted as it started, as both tracked it down to its source.
The gateway between worlds, sealed long ago. Chains hung heavily in the sealing, all of them reaching down to a massive door embedded into the wall. It was sealed tightly, various magical symbols etched in patterns and charged with souls to keep the whole thing from falling apart under its own weight.
Above it lay a crack in the ceiling. It was like a festering wound, a skin covered with boils and open abscesses extended from it, a cancer stretched over rock. Normally souls poured down, straight into the seal, weakening its strong spiritual will against the hate of Latur’s kind with apathy. Currently however, it seemed to be jammed.
Latur angrily walked over to Jacques, who was supposed to be keeping a watch over everything here. Instead he was slumped over in a chair with a dirty magazine over his face. He slapped the magazine off his faces as Jacques fell to the ground, rubbing his forehead.
“Hey! I’ve been watching it exactly like you askeddddd…”
“JACQUES! So help me I'll make you talk to a woman if you keep looking at..." Latur took the magazine off of the floor. "...Fat hairy Italian guys. You have some odd preferences," he said.
Latur pointed up. At some point it seemed banana peels had clogged the crack, somehow. Yith stared in befuddlement. Jacques mimed like he was trying to remember, then spoke.
“Righttttt… I saw the Big Fat Gorilla coming through and asked him for some bananas. Guess I got a bit carried away… Heh…” Jacques said blushing.
“You make me so upset sometimes. Get your thrills at the casino and keep them there,” Latur did not care for it.
Looking up, Latur tried to figure out a way to unclog it. He flew himself up, poking at the banana peels in disgust.
“I HATE bananas…” Latur shivered at the texture as he flicked his hand in the air in disgust.
Digging around in his hoodie pocket, he tried feeling around for anything of use. Then, he got it, a pickaxe! He must’ve swiped one from Nekro’s bar without even thinking about it. The solution was obvious now as he held it in his hands.
Of course, it was so simple. He flipped it around so he held the metal part as he poked at the peels with the wooden handle. They made uncomfortable squealching sounds as he persisted, digging it in there as he could feel them start to come loose. A few banana peels came down, one landing unceremoniously on Yith’s hat. He took it off and brushed off the peel.
“You know, he could be a bit more careful-”
Then came the rest of them all at once. Latur was knocked out of the air as all the banana peels and backed up souls came down at once. Everyone was crushed under a layer of peels as all the spirits flowed into the seal at once. The whole room shook as the only thing protecting their hearing from the deafening rattling of the chains was them being buried. Eventually, one by one, their heads popped up. Everyone was in stunned silence, except for Latur. He looked down at himself, covered in the slightly slimy banana peels, and began to silently cry.
Lexi had been staring a bit too hard at her computer for half an hour now. The pattern of the squares entranced her, yet nothing more seemed to really be happening. Despite starting to go cross eyed, she wouldn’t give up! She’d stay here all day if she had to! No way somebody would just lie online, right? Maybe it wasn’t dark enough? Maybe it needed blood??
Thankfully before anything more could come from that line of thinking, Lexi’s room suddenly shook. The squares froze in place, no longer rotating but simply seeming to hang there motionless. Then, they started to shake, beginning to blur into each other as Lexi stared transfixed. It seemed like they had begun to fuse together, into a pattern that gave the illusion the depth. As they slowly melded together, a new texture formed on them, like bare glistening flesh that seemed to pulse with a new life. The color had turned into a bloody red at this point, making the whole scene look pretty grotesque.
When it was finished it looked like a tunnel almost. She hoped all the trippy visuals hadn’t messed up her monitor, otherwise her parents would be pissed. Still, it was almost as if she could reach out and…
Lexi’s hand raised forward with some trepidation. Where she expected to feel the glass of the screen instead it just kept going. Then, she touched the side of the fleshy tunnel. It was indeed pulsing, it was as wet as it looked, and it was warm. It was firm to her touch however, and she founded herself unable to push into it at all.
She pulled back instinctively, but realized this was what she was waiting to happen! Well, sort of. Maybe the guy online got something mixed up, since Latur hadn’t crawled out yet to say hi. No, this looked to be her chance to go visit him!
She hoisted herself into the tunnel, doing her best to ignore how moist it all was, not to mention the slightly rotten sweet smell now that her face was up close and personal. She began to crawl forwards, the space being too tight to do anything but look ahead into the near total darkness that lay ahead.
As she crawled, even as the light of her room behind her faded, thankfully it seemed the walls themselves gave off just enough a low light to know where she was going. Not like it really mattered though, it was basically just going straight, with a few dips and uphill parts to get through.
She crawled for what felt like hours, and at first she could feel herself getting sore. It was excruciating up until a certain point, at which point it suddenly felt like all the soreness left her. At the same time, the color of the walls changed. It began to become more purple, like it was bruised, before transitioning into a deep blue. It was alien looking, but it gave Lexi hope! She must’ve been getting closer, and Latur must’ve given her the energy to keep going! He wanted to see her!
And sure enough, there it was! A light at the end of the tunnel! She scrambled forwards, quickly popping herself out and into the interior of what appeared to be yet another larger tunnel. Instead of blue flesh however, it was hard cold blue stone. She hadn’t realized it, but the fleshy tunnel was actually quite warm, and she found herself holding her arms close as she adjusted to the new temperature. But she was here! Just like the stories! She knew it was real!
She excitedly began walking through, letting her hand run against the smooth texture of the wall. It was just like she always pictured it, though maybe a slightly different shade of blue. As she eagerly walked through, she began to try and think over how’d she actually find Latur. This place was big, and it had multiple dimensional layers for crying out loud! And he was busy anyways, lots of edgy one liners to say and torturing Lucy was always important to him.
But maybe she’d find somebody her who could take her to him! He had a bunch of souls right? She’d probably run into one of them sooner or later.
Lexi began to walk. She needed to pick left or right, just somewhere to start moving. She ended up going with left, no real reason, but she had a good feeling! Any way would probably lead her to somewhere closer, and closer to meeting Latur!
A few steps took a few seconds, became a few minutes, became a few hours… It’s so easy to read about terrible expanses of time. Terrible vast wastes of decades spent yet nothing truly happening. It’s hard for somebody to grasp the sheer monotony of it. Impossible, maybe, to imagine being able to go on for so long. Exhaustion saves people from having to think about doing something more than a day at most, a small mercy of the limits of biology.
Yet Lexi was finding out quickly she would have no such saving grace. She didn’t get sore, she didn’t get tired, her mouth and throat didn’t dry out and her body gave her no demands to stop. The only thing she could experience was boredom. Her mind was totally free to wander, not like her environment provided any immediate stimulation.
She at first daydreamed about what might happen when she and Latur finally met, then perhaps on her meeting some of his ‘friends.’ Then, she thought about what she’d do when she got home, and what she could tell everybody! Then again, maybe it’d be best to keep it quiet. She liked feeling special because of this. When she finally started to think of how long she’d been walking and getting ready to put, a creeping realization overtook her mind.
She didn’t know where she was. Not just because everything looked the same, though that wasn’t helping.
She didn’t know where she was in space, but also time. Had it been hours? Days? Years? She tried to use her previous thoughts for reference, surely she’d just gotten lost in her head for a few hours right? But it felt as though her memories were sluggish, in slow motion now that she’d started to question things. Had she let herself fall into some kind of trance? What was happening to her? Would she still have anybody left to go back to? She knew time didn’t work right here, what if she came back after a hundred years, or a thousand, everybody she’s known dead or about to be. She felt an existential feeling take over her body, her blood ran cold and she violently shivered.
She loved getting scared, and this was a sensation like she never felt before! Way better than all the crappy stuff she saw on the forums, at least. And if she was getting scared now, that meant that it was probably time for…
She heard a screeching across the floor.
She ran towards it. She didn’t care if she was going forwards or backwards.
It was time for the monster!
It didn’t take her long to reach it, in fact she had to actually backtrack a bit. She didn’t want to literally run into it, they might kick her out! It was just around a bend, and she peered over as best she could.
It didn’t look like anything from any of the stories she had read though, and she’d just about read anything that had Latur in it.
It dragged itself along the floor with two skin and bone arms. It was a miracle then how it managed to repeatedly lift the rusty, bloodied drills on the end. Its whole body looked like a bruise, purples and blacks and greens making up its skin. Besides all of that it looked kind of human though, with a head covered in messy unkempt hair that seemed tangled on itself and slick with grease. On its lower half, shriveled up and useless legs were dragged along effortlessly. Looking closely, she could make out they’d been pinched tight around the knee at some point. Lexi finally stepped out in front of the thing, which looked confused.
“Huh… I don’t recognize you. You’re pretty gross looking, bleh.”
She walked up to it, and it raised one of its drills at her. It shook as it did so, and the drill began to spin. It seemed angry. Lexi kicked it in the face, and it recoiled back, its drill dragging across the ground as it vibrated and chipped away at the rock without any real direction. The creature seemed to instinctively raise up its other drill to its face, only to smack itself. It finally slammed the first drill into the floor, and it came to a screeching halt through friction. Lexi watched the whole pathetic display with her arms crossed across her chest.
“Soooo like… What exactly are you?” She asked.
The creature craned its head up at Lexi. It started shaking again, though this time it seemed to be a whole mix of emotions. Like a computer that managed to get itself bricked, it sat there shaking futilely.
“...Kay. Uhhhh, guess you can’t talk. Do you know where I can find Latur? Lah-tuuuuur.” Lexi said condescendingly.
It stopped shaking hearing his name. In fact, it turned around, away from Lexi. It began to desperately drag itself away from her, leaving her confused. Was it trying to run, or was it taking her somewhere?
It was pretty easy to keep up with it, much to its apparent disdain. It tried to go faster, clearly straining its body to do so. Lexi moved at a brisk walk and found herself going ahead of it sometimes. Quite frankly the whole affair left her feeling pretty disappointed. Did she somehow find herself in one of those amateurish stories? The ones that lure you in with a familiar premise, just to shove in their own ‘cooler’ character. This guy was pretty lame even for that.
“UUUUUGGGGGHHHH… I could’ve kept working on my OWN story right now… Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea… Have I not been good enough for him..?" She wondered.
Suddenly the creature stopped, collapsing. Lexi had been looking down at it the whole time, and she was able to tell it was about to give out honestly. She gave it another kicked, and huffed at no reaction this time. Looking up however, she saw it was facing a wall. And this one was actually different from all the others she’d had to go through so far. Something was engraved into the stone, in big crude letters.
DRINKS, ENTERTAINMENT, STAKES, GIRLS, GUYS!
OPEN ALL DAY EVERY DAY FROM myeeeeeeh to ehhhhhhhhhh
LOOK FOR THE GIANT INFLATABLE GORILLA.”
In the distance, Lexi heard the sound of an air machine and plastic flailing about.
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