[At least he hopes the others would save him if it was needed.
He's really doing better than the others here, probably because he had more time outside of that hell room to calm the fuck down. So while he's not good with bolstering confidence, he still does try to say something.]
[the third door opens. and you head through. behind you, the amber shivers, and dissipates.
it is... dark, here. endlessly. like the white space, there are no walls. there is no floor. just inky, black darkness, the absence of color, and the sound of a soft, ticking clock. SOMETHINGS litter the area, tall creatures that expel darkness to the ground, with agonizing moans. and there are just doors, everywhere, in the distance, sketchy and outlined in white.
thousands of them, but only a specific one calls to you. you remember there is something bad behind the door that speaks your name in whispers. maybe you shouldn't. or... maybe you should?
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[At least he hopes the others would save him if it was needed.
He's really doing better than the others here, probably because he had more time outside of that hell room to calm the fuck down. So while he's not good with bolstering confidence, he still does try to say something.]
We can make it, there's only one more.
[As long as they stay together.
...and hold hands, daisy chain time.]
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it is... dark, here. endlessly. like the white space, there are no walls. there is no floor. just inky, black darkness, the absence of color, and the sound of a soft, ticking clock. SOMETHINGS litter the area, tall creatures that expel darkness to the ground, with agonizing moans. and there are just doors, everywhere, in the distance, sketchy and outlined in white.
thousands of them, but only a specific one calls to you. you remember there is something bad behind the door that speaks your name in whispers. maybe you shouldn't. or... maybe you should?
do you persist?]