There hasn't been a horrorripper for a long time.. But there is a solution - not a big fanfic (maybe a big).
A gloomy and terrible corridor opened up to Horror. All that remained for the skeleton with a punctured head was to walk along it in the semi-darkness, because the lamps that emitted light had long since begun to go out. They weren't that old, but they weren't new either. They resembled streetlights in unsettled areas, which also occasionally flickered or went out altogether, after which they again endowed the narrow sidewalks with at least some light.
The corridor itself could not be seen clearly, one could only make out its particles.… But even they were pretty battered, not to say that anyone was watching it.
The skeleton's gaze clouded… Maybe this effect was caused by a fractured head, or rather, part of it? Unclear… But he knew for sure that something interesting awaited him at the end of the journey. This feeling could be called a kind of premonition, but it was no longer clear whether it was good or bad.… Although, what could be worse?..
He could answer this question for sure: "Of course it can!"
After walking a couple more steps in the hope of not falling on the hard floor, which was already blurred, Horror saw something creepy and nondescript in front of him, something that made him look closer in order to see the silhouette of the monster better. But all he could see in front of him was just a dark spot. The realization of this terribly infuriated and irritated the blue-eyed man. He was so helpless at that moment due to his injury that he could not simply see what was blocking the way, as well as the view of the monotonous walls of the corridor. The lights kept flickering on and off… At this time, those who managed to take a break from their work lit up, lighting the way again. The spot moved towards the skeleton with the crack. It went on steadily and persistently… No, it didn't even walk, but floated, also leaving in its movements the confidence that he could only dream of. Being a couple of steps away, Horror could hardly make out the stranger's tattered black floor-length robe. You could also see a rope tied just above his hips, which gave a certain grace to his appearance. Looking at the head, one could only see a bright blue dot and nothing else. His so–called head was covered with a hood that covered his face with his shadow. "Creepy guy," thought the "vivacious" to himself, squinting his eye sockets. After all, the more he looked at Reaper, the more he felt a certain fear? Not to say that this feeling was new, just… It was painfully rare and disgusting for an all-eyed man. These thoughts made him twitch unnaturally. After that, the body completely lost its balance, the legs became wobbly, and a certain tremor appeared in the hands.… But even so, the skeleton was already trying to stand with the help of the wall, which he managed to lean his back against. It wasn't exactly pleasant to touch the cold metal with my bones, even through my clothes… But it was the only way the beaten man could somehow stay afloat.
Who knows what's on the mind of a stranger who looks like a battered monk who's had his last thing taken away. The reaper raised his head, peering at his "new victim", breaking into a hideous smile that took up half of his face.… It was such a sight.…At that moment, he looked like a maniac who had seen someone who could be bullied. Seeing this, the trembling in my knees stopped, and my legs began to return to normal, preparing to run in order to get out of there faster.… But where would he run, where would he go? Looking to his right, it was dark where he had come from… It feels like all the light bulbs that were there decided to relax at once and not prolong the pleasure. Looking at Death, there was only one thing that could be understood… There's no turning back. The realization made his breathing quicken and his body freeze in anticipation of the unknown. What could be worse than the realization of his worthlessness, which was rapidly increasing with every fucking second spent with this guy. The inevitability...
The understanding that it will not let you pass by. Fear… The fear of what might or might have happened in those five worthless minutes, but even they lasted longer than usual… And this seriously infuriated and irritated the red-eyed skeleton.
