hey guys guess who's back, back again.
so, I've been gone for.... a while now.
sorry about that. i've been busy writing, and like, a lot of writing. not necessarily for this story, mainly my own, which is what im here to talk about.
so for the past while, since I discontinued this story and my others i've been writing up my own story. im a couple of chapters deep and like 50k words total give or take and like a third or fourth of which comes from the prologue that i started writing on a whim.
im not sure when or if im going to redo this fanfic, i've had some better ideas for it that are more grounded in the world of mha and there's one that i really like and will try to eventually write up properly.
well more than the numerous of redo chapters that haven't really gone anywhere since i keep expanding them and they keep breaking out and not really fitting with the world of mha, aside from like 2. one of which i was already writing about
but for now im going to be focusing on my own story.
i'm taking inspiration from the SCP universe since it's one of my main interests and sparked a lot in me when i was younger. i've been making art for this project that i plan to post once i properly start posting that story.
i might make like, idk a patreon or something to give you guys behind the scenes, early chapter releases since i like making backlogues for when im lazy and dont wanna write, help me keep focused with writing, maybe make art for anyone interested and peaks at other upcoming stories and ideas i have. might make a Discord server as well or something, idk, let me know what you guys think on the matter.
im going to give you guys a bit of a preview of the prologue which, btw i had to split into two chapters since there was so much in it, and apparently inkstone didn't like how many words it had to load or something
let me know what you guys think about it, feedback etc
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Red lights pulsed like a heartbeat through the narrow corridors of the facility as an intense, almost overwhelming, chaotic music blared throughout the speaker system. Not at all helping with the mood of newer Agents.
The Second Trumpet had started. And it was in the best interests of those in the facility to deal with whoever and/or whatever had triggered the alarm system.
Though, to say such a feat was easy to those on the front lines of such an effort would be lying directly to your face. And no one deserves that now, do they? They already had to worry about their arms and legs being suddenly removed from their person.
Such a terrible and gruesome thing and fate that would be. But, alas. There isn't much they could do but wait and hope that either they are found by those equipped to deal with such travesties or that they at least die painless deaths.
An Agent sprinted past shattered glass panels, past blinking terminal screens that flashed with distorted company logos, past the remains of containment doors that once promised security, now either jarred open from the inside or simply slid open.
He breathed heavily with each step he took, a faint light pink air left his mouth with every exhale, his head snapping back behind him every few seconds to ensure he wasn't being followed.
The air was thick, heavy and slightly metallic, as the smell of ripe blood clung to the walls.
A soft, almost disinterested feminine voice crackled over the PA system, almost drowned out by the wail of the alarms.
[Attention all Agents, A Fortuitous Gift for You, Dreaming Crisis, Till Death Do us Part, Sunny Doll, Meat Hook, Wolf King Lobo and Dream-Devouring Current are still on the loose]
Lezley's boots splashed against a shallow film of crimson water. He wasn't sure if it came from the sprinkler system or from somewhere worse. Though such a question would be easily answered if he would just look around him.
Perhaps the child was aware of the broken and torn bodies around him, their insides on full display for anyone to see.
Some had their skeletons ripped from their bodies, chests and left hanging forward as veins, tendons and muscles desperately gripped onto them to stop the framework from collapsing on the flooring.
Some had their skin ripped and flung everywhere as ligaments, organs and other such body parts were left floating, suspended in the air as if it were a regular occurrence. Their torsos and anything close to it, or rather whatever had unfortunately gotten caught in whatever had passed them, such as the massive holes in the side of their chests, even if they had survived the initial attack, they would have either bled out, or had been reduced to clouds of red mist and viscera.
It was encouraged by the Department Head of Training & Hiring to not think too hard about such things. He was told that that would lead to poor day-to-day and work performance. Not to bring up how that would affect staff morale, Agent, Clerk, Archivists, and so on.
His crossbow shook in his hands, its pastel-colored framework smeared with red fingerprints. The inner workings clattered lightly as their holder ran down the dimly lit, panelled hallway, nearing a cross junction at the end.
It was hard to tell from the distance he was at what was beyond the junction heading towards the Safety & Welfare Department. The overhead light seemed to be damaged as it flickered on and off with a seeming preference for blending in with the darkness.
Perhaps a fight had broken out, and a wry shot had hit the bulb or whatever was being used for illumination. The child wasn't in his right mind to think back on all the times he had passed through the area, either to the Department or to reach the elevators.
"Stayyourheartandmayyounevernotknowlove."
The soft lavender fur that made up the fabric of his suit was matted, with its collar tightly clinging to his neck. As if trying to give the scared child a hug. Or perhaps in an attempt to strangle him, perhaps disliking his actions just moments prior. It was always hard to tell the intentions of those things.
A faint green tree or plant-like pattern was etched onto the left side of his long, tailcoat suit. Appearing like the blooming leaves on outstretched branches of a tree.
The pastel light-blue flower on the right side of his suit fluttered lightly alongside the one tangled and rooted in to his hair. Strange bright light-blue bushes and their pop pink and maroon tassels on his trousers, along with the overly large, wide-brimmed summer hat and green tie, flapped as he ran. Huffing all the while as his eyes darted around in a frenzied panic.
The child, despite his frantic actions, looked more like he should be running through a field of flowers on a nice, warm and breezy day and not the dirty and dingy hallways that the Information & Observation Departments' hallways and corridors had become.
[A reminder to all Agents, please be careful when engaging with Meat Hook and be on the lookout.]
The steel violet walls were sheeted over and over again with metal sheets, staff shelves stocked with medical and treatment supplies, hazmat suits, masks, and other protective equipment, and stacks and stacks of rooms full of server rooms confined off under shutter after shutter, after shutter after shutter. Nothing could get in or out as per the protocol instated by the Department head.
He was also worried about anything important or frail being exposed.
Various information screens were fitted either on opposing walls or directly next to the Containment Units, all of which displayed warning signs as the Second Trumpet continued to blare over the speaker systems.
Light beams in the walls, either mostly or barely covered by the diagonal sheets, along with the grated square, magenta high beams above, had changed into a more pinkish red light, washing over the running child as he opened door after door, as he frantically and hurriedly made his way back to his Department.
In short, the entire area was the epitome of cleanliness and order despite the dark and dreary atmosphere that the lights usually provided. Not a single speck or atom of dust was found in the electrically charged hallways and rooms of the Information & Observation Department.
He whispered to himself as he steadily and slowly moved through the hall, repeating words that had stopped meaning anything hours ago. "Face the Fear, Fuel the Hope, Forge the Future… Face the Fear, Seed the Hope…"
[Only agents with long-range E.G.O equipment or E.G.O Meat Lantern are authorised to engage in combat with Meat Hook.]
A shadow looked to have darted past the end of the corridor.
Lezley froze.
Unfortunately, it seems that the child's plan to regroup with the rest of his team had possibly been put to a saddening halt.
Possibly.
[If you come across Meat Hook, please notify your communicator and, if possible, the closest Agent equipped to deal with Meat Hook.]
The child now had two options before him. Either he could try to push forward, swallow his fear and hope that whatever he had seen was hopefully another Agent, or he could simply move forward. Or he could go back the way he came and try to find another way around.
If he chooses to do neither, then that may expose him to potential further harm. He may have to encounter one of the many, currently escaped entities.
Such is life, though. Unexpected things come and go all the time.
Yet this child, as a certain group of peoples on the shifting earth would say, is far too green to make a good decision in such a scenario as this. He would not be the first, and, unfortunately, not the last.
CLUNK
A hand grabbed onto the edge of the door frame, coming from the side that the shadow had run to a few moments earlier.
Heavy breathing pounded in hie ear drums.
His heart beat with a fever as the smell of rich iron hit his mouth and nose, as his senses sharpened.
Time slowed as his eyes deadlocked onto the end of the hallway. Not even the hairs on his head wanted to move in fear that they would attract whatever was up ahead.
The petals covering his suit were draining of their beautiful, vibrant pink colour.
Second by second, they dried out and wilted into a drap, digesting, scentless grey.
"Oh, thank the Manager, I found someone." A ragged voice forced out as the figure made their way into view, leaning on the doorframe as their arm lay motionlessly by their side.
A small, though obviously fake smile was forced onto his face as more crimson liquid dripped from their head. Their breathing was as haggard as it was frail, as if they would collapse at any moment.
"Hah, of course I bump into you, I'm honestly surprised you didn't hide away in a little corner," His legs clung together, trying to keep him up as his only functioning arm clung desperately onto the doorframe. "Though I guess when push comes to shove, anyone could get the courage to step up, yeah?" His eyes drooped as he momentarily lost his footing, the injuries he had sustained not moments prior already begun to take their toll as his adrenaline subsided.
"Ya mind helping me out mate?"