Post by HMSDreadnought on Apr 24, 2019 17:49:41 GMT
It was a dark, dreary night, yet a night like no others. It was raining heavily, big watery raindrops splashing onto the unpaved, rural trail. Along the trail drives a shoddy looking white van, the windscreen furiously wiping away the heavy assault of water. It quickly speeds through the bleak countryside, bumping and jolting at every turns and corners, miraculously still staying on the track.
Inside the van sits a hooded man, dressed in full-body black robe and with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his body was rigid, his face hidden, as he skillfully drives the car along the uneven trail. With his feet slamming full force on the accelerator, despite knowing that any mistake, any single miscalculation could spell his doom, he journeys along the pathway.
Besides the man sits a shorter person, similarly hooded. There was silence in the air, both of them rigid, cold, machine-like. It was as if for both of them the other was simply not there.
Finally, the trail ends at a tall, solemn, black iron gate, with barbed wires and sharp rods lining the top. The gate is chained and holding the chain together is a peculiar looking black padlock. The man skids his car to a stop and swings the door open, letting water into his car. He walks over to the gate and takes out a pale, white key with peculiar features. Unlike normal key it does not shine, as if it was made of something unfamiliar, giving it an otherworldly look. He inserts the key into the lock and turn it, releasing the padlock with a click and freeing the chain from it's place. Confidently, he grabs the handle of the gate and swings it open, into the graveyard beyond.
**
On that same night a young man walks down the road, a bright green umbrella in hand. It was just another day for him, taking the same route home from his same old boring job. His name was David Colenso and he remembers the route well, from the shop, to the forest, past the old unused graveyard, then into the city. True, he could easily walks the shorter way but ever since the disappearance of his friends this route they usually take was the only thing that reminds him of them. Just as he was about to walk past the graveyard he notices that the door was swung wide open. Curiosity overwhelms him as he goes to investigate.
Getting closer to the gate, the first thing he notices is the chain, the peculiar padlock and the otherworldly key he has never seen before. Picking up the key he notes the rough, unusual surface of it. Suddenly, a disgusted look comes to his face and he quickly drops the key, as he realizes why he felt off about it. It was no ordinary key. It was made of bones. As the key bounce onto the floor he notices something else about it. Attached to it's side is a small keychain, a keychain he remembers well, a keychain with the name Arthur Ring on it, the missing keychain.
He quickly bolts into the graveyard. Could it be that his friends were here all along, hiding for some reasons?
**
The white van comes to a stop in the middle of the graveyard and the man dismounts once more. The rain has stopped by now and the clouds part to reveal the silver moon. The man goes over to the passenger seat and brings out the other hooded person. He takes off the hood from the small person to reveal that it isn't a person at all, rather it's a headless corpse. The man passionately pats it and whispers sweet things into where it's ears would be before laying it down on the ground.
He goes over to the back of his van, just as from the other direction David arrives to witness the headless corpse, which he recognises as his missing friend. His knees become weak and his mind foggy. Tears stream down his face as he looks around in his rage, to try and find the one responsible, to bring them to justic-
Bang
Too late. The man, with a smoking gun in his hand, pockets the weapon. David falls to his knee, a hole in his chest. The man, whose known only as GoogleFeud, goes to the back of his truck once more and bring out a bloody handsaw.
It's time to get to work.
Inside the van sits a hooded man, dressed in full-body black robe and with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his body was rigid, his face hidden, as he skillfully drives the car along the uneven trail. With his feet slamming full force on the accelerator, despite knowing that any mistake, any single miscalculation could spell his doom, he journeys along the pathway.
Besides the man sits a shorter person, similarly hooded. There was silence in the air, both of them rigid, cold, machine-like. It was as if for both of them the other was simply not there.
Finally, the trail ends at a tall, solemn, black iron gate, with barbed wires and sharp rods lining the top. The gate is chained and holding the chain together is a peculiar looking black padlock. The man skids his car to a stop and swings the door open, letting water into his car. He walks over to the gate and takes out a pale, white key with peculiar features. Unlike normal key it does not shine, as if it was made of something unfamiliar, giving it an otherworldly look. He inserts the key into the lock and turn it, releasing the padlock with a click and freeing the chain from it's place. Confidently, he grabs the handle of the gate and swings it open, into the graveyard beyond.
**
On that same night a young man walks down the road, a bright green umbrella in hand. It was just another day for him, taking the same route home from his same old boring job. His name was David Colenso and he remembers the route well, from the shop, to the forest, past the old unused graveyard, then into the city. True, he could easily walks the shorter way but ever since the disappearance of his friends this route they usually take was the only thing that reminds him of them. Just as he was about to walk past the graveyard he notices that the door was swung wide open. Curiosity overwhelms him as he goes to investigate.
Getting closer to the gate, the first thing he notices is the chain, the peculiar padlock and the otherworldly key he has never seen before. Picking up the key he notes the rough, unusual surface of it. Suddenly, a disgusted look comes to his face and he quickly drops the key, as he realizes why he felt off about it. It was no ordinary key. It was made of bones. As the key bounce onto the floor he notices something else about it. Attached to it's side is a small keychain, a keychain he remembers well, a keychain with the name Arthur Ring on it, the missing keychain.
He quickly bolts into the graveyard. Could it be that his friends were here all along, hiding for some reasons?
**
The white van comes to a stop in the middle of the graveyard and the man dismounts once more. The rain has stopped by now and the clouds part to reveal the silver moon. The man goes over to the passenger seat and brings out the other hooded person. He takes off the hood from the small person to reveal that it isn't a person at all, rather it's a headless corpse. The man passionately pats it and whispers sweet things into where it's ears would be before laying it down on the ground.
He goes over to the back of his van, just as from the other direction David arrives to witness the headless corpse, which he recognises as his missing friend. His knees become weak and his mind foggy. Tears stream down his face as he looks around in his rage, to try and find the one responsible, to bring them to justic-
Bang
Too late. The man, with a smoking gun in his hand, pockets the weapon. David falls to his knee, a hole in his chest. The man, whose known only as GoogleFeud, goes to the back of his truck once more and bring out a bloody handsaw.
It's time to get to work.