Number 1 Finished, and No I do not mean piss.
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https://www.quotev.com/story/15381127/Uncanny-Dreams-1-Mistius/1
I mean my book. It’s gonna be a series told in different perspectives stretched across different books.You remember ‘Uncanny Dreams’, Right? Well, it’s got a fourth chapter now! I’m just a little proud of this one, if I’m being honest. Doesn’t make sense how cute anime intros/outros fuel my output of horrifying media, but I guess it helps with the nerves.
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@SM9118Studios Even if I can’t read it for many reasons
good job
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Goofbread🍌😸 Hold on.
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@SM9118Studios the vuvuzela is an instrament?
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@chocolate-eater-king Yes.
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@SM9118Studios it looks like a fucking trumpet
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@chocolate-eater-king search it up
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@SM9118Studios 2 feet.
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[Ohayou Gozai Masu, Mistius!]
Ever since I was young, I’ve believed in magic.
However, those high hopes were crushed at a young age by others telling me to wake up from atop those cotton-candy clouds. It was a shame, since I found solace within those fairytale lands I made up. I could be the most important person in the world and nobody would judge anything I did, or I could be the worst being to exist and nothing would knock me down from that power high. In my fantasies, I could have as many friends as I wanted, and make sure everyone got a chance to be happy, including me.Now I know that fantasies don’t exist, and I’ve been blind my entire life. My new dream was to be an animator, or at least a graphic artist with a career in freelancing.
I snapped back to reality, looking down at the bludgeoned corpses of my parents. I had no idea what had just happened while I was dazing out, but It was a traumatizing sight to behold. The blood pooled out of their bodies like bowls of water spilling onto the wooden floorboards.
This caused an immense panic as I dropped the blood-dipped metal bat. ‘Did I do this?!’ I thought to myself in silence, backing away from the two corpses and trying to keep myself from toppling over. It couldn’t have been me, I was terrified of body horror. This was too much. I had to get out of there. However, if I ran out of the house covered in blood the cameras would catch me and I’d eventually come to justice for something I didn’t even remember doing. Instead, I dashed off into the bathroom to wash off the blood in a haste. What if they had screamed? The neighbors would surely hear blood-curdling screams of a grown man and woman.
I rinsed off my hands and arms, sprinting back to my room and locking the door. Everything was spinning. Were the walls breathing around me or was it just my fear welling up in the form of hallucinations? I had looked at myself in the mirror attached to the door… what kind of monster had I become?! I murdered my own parents without realizing it was happening. I was truly psychotic and sick in the head. This was a dark and twisted fate I had reached. Even if I evaded the police, I would still live a life full of regret and misery due to my selfish actions. I leaned up against the mirror, trying to balance myself, but there was nothing there to hold me up. The mirror was just a doorway into an abyss.An abyss I was plummeting directly into.
I fell for what seemed like days, the pain of everything I’ve ever done was being inflicted on me worse than it had impacted before. My ears were ringing loudly in many different tones as a deafening cacophony of screeching as I descended into nothingness. Eventually It was so dark I couldn’t see my own hands in front of my face. All of this continued until I saw a glimpse of light at the bottom of the abyss that kept growing bigger the faster I fell.
Eventually the light turned into a blue sky as I fell through the exit of the abyss. At this point I was falling from the sky at an extremely rapid pace. How the hell would I survive this, especially at this speed?!
Thankfully, on my way down, I hit a flying person with overly-large wings which delayed my fall a bit. I wasn’t quite sure if they were okay afterwards, but I was falling so it was none of my business. Afterwards I fell into a pile of hay, which was pretty convenient if you ask me. It’s some nice hay if I do say so myself. The fall did not come with no consequences, as my entire body was aching badly from the impact.
Nearby, there was a person singing to themselves while on a stroll.
“Got class like a 91 Zaddilaz, got four wheel drive and whole lot of room in the back-”
I silently judged their parody of that song from within the haystack, then remembered why I was there. It made me feel overwhelmingly sick to my stomach yet again, eventually leading to me passing out in the hay. -
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[Cue the intro music!]
The world around me was bright and colorful as I skipped down the stairway into the living room, brimming with pure joy as my parents returned my upbeat behavior in their own unique ways.
… Until the door opened.
I saw a breathtakingly beautiful girl about a year older than me walk through with a graceful stride, her hair flowing like silk sheets in the light amount of wind that was present throughout the house. The light bounced off her skin, illuminating her gorgeousness and lighting up the entire room with her soft smile. She turned towards me and spoke with an upbeat tone nobody would expect from a girl with this amount of beauty.
“Hey Mist!”
Her voice lit up my entire world as it strummed into my ears, causing the pace of my heartbeat to increase dramatically. She was absolutely perfect, and nothing could tell me anyways. The girl walked over to me and softly whispered into my ear with her melodic, breathtaking voice.
“Wake up, Human.”Then I opened my eyes.
A strangely-dressed child stood above me, gazing down with a blend of confusion and concern.
“You were talking in your sleep, kid-”
In a quick response, I sat up angrily and balled up my fists while I glared at the person.
“You’re CLEARLY younger than me!”
Somehow, they had responded with a… chuckle?! I was heavily offended by this action, and I responded in my own little way by showing my clear distaste with my facial expressions. However, the person just stood there instead of taking a hint. However, something seemed off… Why wouldn’t they open their eyes? Was I really that disgusting? Nevertheless, I socked the person in the leg in an attempt to defend my honor. Apparently I wasn’t that strong, since they had no response but a smug look in my direction and a few snarky comments on my performance.
“Is that all, Human? I thought you’d be stronger. Makes sense for a kid your size though.”
That was the last straw. I stood up and began shouting at the rude person.
“WISE WORDS FOR SOMEONE WHO’S ALSO HUMAN! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WORD IT LIKE THAT? ARE YOU SOME SORT OF PERSON WHO THINKS THEY’RE SPECIAL?!”
They only laughed to themselves, unaffected by my words of rage. Suddenly, the person shot their hand out as if they wanted to shake my hand politely.
“Friskopher Daniels, my friends call me Frisk. Well, they would if I had them. Eh, beggars can’t be choosers I guess.”
This made me ponder the strangeness of that particular name, even if I had seen weirder ones before in my short lifetime. Friskopher was a confusing individual, and I didn’t plan on sticking around for much longer. I just needed to get out of there and stay with my grandparents for a while until the police assume the murder case is unsolvable. Eventually, I broke the unending silence between Friskopher and myself with an even more embarrassing question to thicken the air until it could be cut with a knife.
“So… could you show me around this weird place? Where exactly am I?”
Friskopher looked off to the side, motioning towards a nearby cafe.
“That’s the place I work at, it’s not that good. Tour’s over, I have to get back to it.”
They were a confusing person indeed, but it seemed like they were trying to have a subtle sense of humor within them. Their humor wasn’t the least bit funny though. I regained composure and responded in the kindest way I could think of.
“Oh, thank you Friskopher. Mind if I come over sometime another day?”
Surprisingly, they responded with a bright and encouraging smile which lifted all doubts of my words being awkward in a situation like this one. Their power to lift the tenseness of a room was outstanding in my eyes.
“Sure! But please, if you must, Call me Frisk. Otherwise I’d have you call me Fridgelord.”
… I didn’t understand the reference they were hinting to, and I didn’t bother to ask what it was, but their kind demeanor was seriously charming.I walked away with a large grin because of Frisk’s upbeat and friendly attitude. It makes me wonder how they don’t have friends at this point… Maybe Frisk’s secretly manipulative? I wouldn’t blame them, I think anyone would believe that adorable smile of theirs to the point that it may become a manipulative trait. Who knows?
All I knew was that Frisk was my first friend in this new world, and I was on a good path at this point.Life couldn’t be better.
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[The Laughing Cat]
Life didn’t have to be this way.One minute you’re walking home from school, the next you’re in a fight at the bus stop near your house. It doesn’t make sense at all. Why do I keep having to dodge swings left and right constantly?
Nevertheless, I kept avoiding violence no matter how much these people were trying to make me snap from pressure.I guess this isn’t the right memory, right? Well, let’s get back on track then.
After the pleasant conversation, a nice stroll was just what I needed to get those memories out of my head. However, my mind was apparently not pleased with my decision of forgetting everything that happened. Suddenly, my thoughts were flooded with insane, yet possible things that could have happened to them. They were all extremely gruesome, maybe a bit too gruesome to be thought by a child my age. Extremely horrible thoughts were flooding my skull like a tsunami against a small island made of sand.
I wavered off the beaten path into a dark, unpleasantly cold alleyway and dropped to my knees in pure agony from the intrusive thoughts piercing through my amygdala like hundreds of silver bullets.
Then, I gazed up in pain and saw a horrid sight unfold in front of me.
There was someone hunched over a bloody, torn-up corpse, carving off the face slowly with a rusted pocket knife. A wooden cat mask was covering the bloodied stranger’s expression, but I could see their messy brown hair peeking out from behind it. The air became stagnant, with nothing but the sound of their breathing accompanied by my own. My body tensed up in extreme fear as I stood there drenched in a cold sweat.
“H-hey there buddy- I didn’t see anything going on right here, so uh… Merry Christmas?”
After that strange phrase, the stranger stared at me, and responded with a serious tone which could easily be mistaken for the voice on trailers at the movies before the actual movie starts.
“Of course not. You have a square brain, small human.”
Then, the person was swallowed by the shadows, disappearing without a single trace, and I was left in complete confusion and fear, but mostly confusion. You’d act the same if you saw someone in a cat mask delicately removing a person’s facial features in an alleyway across from where you plummeted from the sky a while ago. Well, I think you would, I don’t really act normal. I never have.
Despite the usual Eeriness of the situation, I had taken a deep breath where I was standing and exited the alleyway, getting back on the streets. It was a quiet place for a while, before I saw something that purely terrified me down to my core. Something so frightening that I could never have unseen the horrors of its’ existence in all of my life. It may have even been worse than the person removing another human’s flesh from their facial area. Chills had went down my spine in nearly an instant, and all I could think about was fleeing the situation before the unknown being could notice me.
It was slowly twisting its’ shape to look exactly like Friskopher, but somehow I could still see that the demon could stretch its’ own skin past the barrier of what could be possible with any known substance. It walked with a large limp, and every time it took a step I saw the skin slowly melting off of it and putting itself back where it was before. It had sharp, misaligned teeth, and when it yawned its’ jaw would unhinge itself and the flesh would yank it back into place.
It was the worst thing I had seen in my life so far, but it gave me one clear objective that very day. One objective I could never ignore, since it was someone else’s life on the line.I needed to warn Frisk.
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[Flesh Takers]
It was as vivid as dreamless sleep, yet I could remember all of it.The cries for help ringing in my ears, the sound of flesh and bone against metal, and raspy breathing of the ones of whom it was too late to save. However, they all had one thing in common in the long run.
I couldn’t remember any of them afterwards.Frisk was in complete danger at this point, and I could simply tell that from the creature’s abilities and appearance. As I sprinted towards the last location I saw Friskopher, my mind felt that for some reason something about this world seemed off…
The streets were looping around themselves as their colors shifted their hues at the pace of a sloth climbing a tree. I noticed that the streets slowly became speckled with humans going on with their daily lives in pure silence, until there were almost too many to sprint past. All of their faces were unviewable from where I was running, and if I tried to get a glimpse at their expression a headache popped into existence. This kept me running through the crowded, yet silent streets of this warped reality. That was until I realized that I couldn’t go any further without bumping into anybody on accident, or on purpose. This place was too tightly packed to get through, and someone’s life relied solely on my arrival. So, I did what any sane person would do in that scenario.I pushed someone.
As soon as I shoved one person out of my way, they had topped onto the ground and every living being that took space on that street had directed their attention towards me. A large headache erupted through my skull as their faces had revealed themselves to my vision. Smiling expressions drawn on with a seemingly large crayon by a small child, as it had appeared. However, I was not afraid of the beings that slowly surrounded me. I was more focused on the feeling of my brain being crushed by a hydraulic press. The pain did not come in waves, it instead gradually increased as blood seeped from newly formed cuts in my tear ducts. It was an unbearable pain that I could not possibly endure.
I ran as far as I could, and as fast as my weak legs could carry me, not caring at all about the attention that came from me charging through the crowded streets like an enraged bull attacking something that posed a threat to it. I rammed myself head-first through the strange beings with my eyes squinted shut to the point of extra pain. I could not feel the pain my eyelids were causing. I then had the absolutely horrible idea of opening my eyes to check my surroundings, so I forced my head upwards and my eyes to an opening. What I saw was absolutely horrifying.
The city was extremely oversaturated in colors, including the sky, earth, and people. However, the people were not people anymore. They had taken forms unknown to my perception of reality. Their skin was slowly melting off them onto the ground in globs of flesh, and their smiles had only become extremely toothy and realistic. Their teeth were drenched in human blood, which was dripping right alongside their flesh.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. My legs had given out and sent me flinging over into a strange space ahead of the crowd with absolutely none of the monsters inhabiting it. My hands and knees forced me to skid to a halt, scraping themselves up in the slightest. It wasn’t the worst thing I had seen. Hell, It was the least gruesome thing in the entire day besides the talk with Frisk.
Right. Frisk. I had to get back to Friskopher to save them. Yet, how could I do that if I couldn’t even save myself? The world around me was spinning, and before I knew it, I was upchucking directly onto the ground. I felt horrible at that point, and all I wished was for my old life back.
All I wished was for some help. Even if it was only a small amount of help, I would take anything I could get at that point. Their faces were engraved deeply into my mind. It was the only thing I saw in the corners of my vision.
Then, something offered me its humanlike hand in kindness.
“Calm down, Mistius, I’ll redo this.”As I took their hand, it all went black. I felt… relieved. All of the pain was gone in an instant. My cries for help were answered at last.
But theirs weren’t.
