“They’ll hurt me again.” I argue. “A-and we don’t know if they’re really going to have a room, do we?”
chaudrée, chaudrée de seems more… s-…st-stubborn with his look about making me go into the ceiling. Mickey seems upset. They don’t tell me anything at first. They must have been thinking it over. So while they do that I also think it over.
I want to help but I don’t want to be grabbed par the arms again. My thumb was still hurting. What will happen if the arms get me this time? Will they take me away from Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de again? Will this be the last time I see them? It scares me… I feel… bad… guilty for being afraid. There is a word for this. It means the opposite of not being scared. I don’t like it.
Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de cannot fit… I can. I’m the only person that can do this. If it turns out to be nothing then this was a waste, and I could lose them again. If it turns out to be something we might all be able to leave, away from these houses, and the arms. I don’t know which I want to follow plus right now.
If I can’t decide what is best for myself then I should decide what is best for them. Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de do not want to stay here and they seem willing to be in danger if it means getting out. I am not sure if they are willing so I ask them “Are toi willing to go through this?”
They both seem surprised par my question, but they almost immediately say back to me “We are.”
Then it is finished. “I will help then.”
The suivant set of minutes involve Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de arguing about letting me go into the roof again. It was Mickey’s idea originally so I don’t know why he would be upset about it. They finish arguing and decide for it. A few minutes after this and they have opened up the ceiling from their house.
Mickey picks me up again and pushes me into the hole, shoving me through so that I do not fall through the edges, breaking them like I did last time. This hole is small, only a short amount higher than I am, and very dark.
“Are toi okay?” Mickey calls to me before I start crawling forward.
“I am.” I reply. I begin moving forward, looking left and right at the walls. It is the same dark grey in every direction but forward, which is a black color for as long as I can see. I haven’t seen the arms yet, ou heard them, but just thinking about them makes me nervous. I have to stop for a moment, laying down as I take deep breaths.
I feel hot. The tunnel is very warm and it is making it hard for me to calm down. I realize now that I will not be able to calm down any time soon in these conditions and decide to go vers l'avant, vers l’avant quickly.
I’m still breathing hard, but I scrape across the tunnel. I have very little room to déplacer my arms, causing me to bump into the walls and ceiling. In front of me I see a mur after a while. There are two paths from it, one going right, and one going left. I do not know which I should go to. I want to ask Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de but I don’t think I can turn around without hurting myself, ou even if I should. The arms will be here soon… I think. I don’t want to waste time if they do arrive so I choose a aléatoire direction to go through.
Heading right I continue through the dull tunnel. Nothing happens for minutes, and I feel sore from being on my hands and knees for so long. I come to another mur with a turn, this one going only to the left. There is no other option so I take that path.
I’m walking for a while longer when I begin to hear a scratching and a pounding from below me. I don’t assume it’s the arms because they’ve never made those sounds, but it does seem odd so I déplacer away from the spot. It begins to crack open. I see that chaudrée, chaudrée de has broken through it.
“You’re above the stairs.” He tells me.
“Where do I need to go?”
“If there is a turn that goes to the left toi should keep going in that direction.”
“What if there isn’t one though?”
“I’m not sure. Right now just try to get out of the house. If toi go past one of the main walls we’ll tell you. Once toi pass the house, and if toi can’t go to the left anymore, try to break down the floor and see where toi end up.”
I remember that I was able to break the ceiling before, but when I did that I was able to throw and wave my arms in a large area. Now I’m in a small area and it will probably be harder. “Is there something I can use to help me break through?”
chaudrée, chaudrée de walks off. He comes back with a table, tableau leg and hands it to me. It feels heavy enough to break through the ceiling… I hope. I return to my walk, but as I go, chaudrée, chaudrée de tells me “We’ll knock as we follow you. When toi stop hearing the knocking it means that you’re past the house.”
I thought he was going to tell me when I pass the house but I suppose this it better. I am not sure but I want him to stay not-angry with me so I just keep crawling. As I am going along the tunnel I become nervous. plus questions fill my thoughts. Will I lose track of my directions? Will I be able to turn around? Will I be able to break through the ceiling? What will I find if I do? Will I be back at my own house and not see them again?
I keep thinking over these and become nervous enough to realize that I have spent at least thirty secondes crawling, going from turn to turn… and I don’t remember any knocks. What I know right now is that there are none now.
‘This is too soon,’ I think. ‘They need to tell me; I want to hear them again; where is Mickey?!’ The small tunnel starts to feel like it will close on me, crush me. I don’t want that to happen. I have… I have to get out of here.
I squeeze the table, tableau leg tightly then hit the ground in front of me with it. It makes a small dent but not enough to break. I hit it again. Still nothing. With every balançoire, swing I become plus and plus terrified. The tunnel is going to crush me! I have to get out now!
My arms feel lose and weak, but at the same time I can’t stop myself from hitting the ground. My breath is short and I become dizzy. I am still hitting the ground beneath me, but it still will not break. I need to stop ou I will get too dizzy to continue; I will fall asleep again. At the same time if I stop… I can’t stop, I have to get out, I have to get out!
I can’t aim ou control myself anymore. My head swings to the side just as I jerk the leg up. It hits me in the face and I fall, dizzy, and seeing nothing but black. I have fallen asleep again. I know I am right now, I can feel myself being asleep. There is no dream around me… unless this is the dream… blackness, tiredness, wanting to have a drink of water, heat, stress, and sadness.
I guess because I am aware of myself being asleep I wake up quicker when I feel something touching me. My ankle is squeezed par something hard and cold. It feels like fingers almo-…
No… no no no no no no no no no get a-
“-WAY!!” My free foot hits the arms hard. The arm holding my foot hasn’t squeezed tight enough yet and so it’s pushed away from it for now. It’s with me in the tunnel, and I have no idea how I will avoid the arms this time.
I still have the table, tableau leg so I can use that at least. The arms grab at my foot again, both of them this time, but I pull myself back so that they will miss. I then balançoire, swing the leg at them but it only goes as far as my leg-length. They near me while I crawl back, facing them with my back pointed to the floor.
They are moving slowly this time. Are they waiting to corner me to make it easier? They have not grabbed at me again. They want me to be asleep again? I don’t know. I can’t look behind me ou they may try to grab me again so I keep my eyes on the arms.
I see below them as they get closer that the floor becomes… brighter as they pass over it. A square lights up each time they pass an area of the tunnel. They aren’t spreading a light so why is this happening?
I almost have an idea but it’s interrupted when my back hits the mur at a turn. They still do not charge at me, but I am not going to wait for them. I leap to the left, the only direction the tunnel lets me go. I would keep going but it won’t change anything, they will still get me.
I am able to turn though and am now facing where the arms will turn from, I will be facing them. I hold up the leg, preparing to strike them. I don’t think it will hurt the arms but I have very few other options. As I wait I see that they are almost here when the ground at the corner begins to light up.
I have an idea now. They haven’t fully turned yet, there is still a chance that I can make it. With the leg pointed vers l'avant, vers l’avant at my side I jump vers l'avant, vers l’avant to the ground, and break through the ceiling and begin falling into a new house.
A pale-tan floor is about to smash into my face when I’m grabbed hold of par my legs. The arms pull me back towards the tunnel but I am able to grab hold of a table, tableau very similar to my own at my house before they do.
My hands are hurting badly as I try to hold on to it, hoping it will keep me from going back. The arms continue pulling; my legs feel like they are going to break apart. I scream, I want them to let me go, I just want the pain to be over right now. Instead a new pain shows up in my chest and stomach. Something has jumped into me.
It has sharp fingers and teeth. It’s biting me, ripping my fourrure and skin off. I am not being held par the arms anymore, I am on the floor, and something is trying to kill me. My arms are holding nothing and the thing—I do not know what because I am trying to stay alive—is leaning down to bite my neck off.
I do not want that to happen.
I slam my foot, claws included, into whatever part of the person I can. I hit a leg I think. I feel something wet exiting it. The thing screams and retracts from me for a second. I feel a sense of… anger. I feel anger.
Somehow I have now hit the person back, I have tackled it, and I am using my own claws to tear at its face. It is using its claws to grab hold of shoulders and pull back at me. If it does I will be laying back and unable to move. I grab hold of its ears. It pulls harder, I tighten my grip. The ears pop off, ripping off. I do not see it, I feel it.
plus screaming comes from the creature, it tosses me away as it runs about, jumping and screaming in pain. It is clawing everywhere now, and I am regaining my breath. I see my table, tableau leg on the ground… I know I should grab it, and defend myself with it, but for some reason I want to hurt the thing with my own hands.
I déplacer vers l'avant, vers l’avant towards it once I have stood again. I am ready to hurt it plus but… what am I doing? I don’t want to hurt it, I just want to stay alive. Before I can back off it looks back at me again. I see what it is now clearly, ou what it was.
Grey, and very full of fur. LONG fourrure covers it. It has small eyes, and used to have large ears which I remember are still in my hands. I drop them. “I’m sorry, toi were-“ I leaps at me, it’s going to kill me.
I turn around and run away. I head to the left, then try to run around the creature. It does not let me. It’s hand, it’s very large hand, shoves me to the side, but my tail keeps me from falling. It was trying to bite my neck before so if that would kill me maybe it would hurt the creature.
It jumps at me, clawing again but I jump and it hits the ground. When I land I am on haut, retour au début of it and my tail begins to emballage, wrap around its neck, squeezing as hard as it can. I remember when I cannot breathe I fall asleep. If I can make this creature fall asleep I won’t have to kill it.
It tears at me, trying to grab my tail and cut it. I grab the creature’s hands with my own hands and push them towards the ground. I am not strong enough to hold them down so I add my feet. The creature is jerking and screaming. It hurts to hear it, it makes me feel sick. After a lot of shaking it finally stops screaming and relaxes.
I let go of the creature and run into the kitchen. This house is exactly like my own. I sit against one of the counters in pain. My stomach has blood all over it. Am… am I going to die? I force myself to lift my chemise up a bit and place my hand on where I was hurt. It feels… cut… painful… stinging, but not deep. I do not know if this means I will live still.
The creature looked like one of us; Chowder, Mickey, and I… it had no tail but it looked like us. Did… did it get so alone that it stopped working correctly? Will that happen to me? I remember feeling the anger towards it, wanting to hurt it. Will that get worse in the future? Can I stop i- “OW!”
I’ve squeezed my stomach while stressing over these questions. I relax my hand and lower my shirt. I know it hurts but I do not want to have sticky blood all over me. I get up slowly. When I push up it hurts a lot. I see the sink and I use the water to wipe on my chest and stomach. It makes them sting even more. I’m crying from the stinging at one point. I keep cleaning myself but the blood keeps coming out. I need something to stop that.
I push my chemise against the wounds. Maybe that will keep it from spreading with the blood. I lay back and relax. The creature may wake up again but I do not think he will find me, ou have the energy to for a while. I know I don’t.
At first I am calm but I remember soon after that the arms are still around, and when I open my eyes they are right above me. They are not reaching for me right now… instead they… they clap… they are clapping.
chaudrée, chaudrée de seems more… s-…st-stubborn with his look about making me go into the ceiling. Mickey seems upset. They don’t tell me anything at first. They must have been thinking it over. So while they do that I also think it over.
I want to help but I don’t want to be grabbed par the arms again. My thumb was still hurting. What will happen if the arms get me this time? Will they take me away from Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de again? Will this be the last time I see them? It scares me… I feel… bad… guilty for being afraid. There is a word for this. It means the opposite of not being scared. I don’t like it.
Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de cannot fit… I can. I’m the only person that can do this. If it turns out to be nothing then this was a waste, and I could lose them again. If it turns out to be something we might all be able to leave, away from these houses, and the arms. I don’t know which I want to follow plus right now.
If I can’t decide what is best for myself then I should decide what is best for them. Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de do not want to stay here and they seem willing to be in danger if it means getting out. I am not sure if they are willing so I ask them “Are toi willing to go through this?”
They both seem surprised par my question, but they almost immediately say back to me “We are.”
Then it is finished. “I will help then.”
The suivant set of minutes involve Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de arguing about letting me go into the roof again. It was Mickey’s idea originally so I don’t know why he would be upset about it. They finish arguing and decide for it. A few minutes after this and they have opened up the ceiling from their house.
Mickey picks me up again and pushes me into the hole, shoving me through so that I do not fall through the edges, breaking them like I did last time. This hole is small, only a short amount higher than I am, and very dark.
“Are toi okay?” Mickey calls to me before I start crawling forward.
“I am.” I reply. I begin moving forward, looking left and right at the walls. It is the same dark grey in every direction but forward, which is a black color for as long as I can see. I haven’t seen the arms yet, ou heard them, but just thinking about them makes me nervous. I have to stop for a moment, laying down as I take deep breaths.
I feel hot. The tunnel is very warm and it is making it hard for me to calm down. I realize now that I will not be able to calm down any time soon in these conditions and decide to go vers l'avant, vers l’avant quickly.
I’m still breathing hard, but I scrape across the tunnel. I have very little room to déplacer my arms, causing me to bump into the walls and ceiling. In front of me I see a mur after a while. There are two paths from it, one going right, and one going left. I do not know which I should go to. I want to ask Mickey and chaudrée, chaudrée de but I don’t think I can turn around without hurting myself, ou even if I should. The arms will be here soon… I think. I don’t want to waste time if they do arrive so I choose a aléatoire direction to go through.
Heading right I continue through the dull tunnel. Nothing happens for minutes, and I feel sore from being on my hands and knees for so long. I come to another mur with a turn, this one going only to the left. There is no other option so I take that path.
I’m walking for a while longer when I begin to hear a scratching and a pounding from below me. I don’t assume it’s the arms because they’ve never made those sounds, but it does seem odd so I déplacer away from the spot. It begins to crack open. I see that chaudrée, chaudrée de has broken through it.
“You’re above the stairs.” He tells me.
“Where do I need to go?”
“If there is a turn that goes to the left toi should keep going in that direction.”
“What if there isn’t one though?”
“I’m not sure. Right now just try to get out of the house. If toi go past one of the main walls we’ll tell you. Once toi pass the house, and if toi can’t go to the left anymore, try to break down the floor and see where toi end up.”
I remember that I was able to break the ceiling before, but when I did that I was able to throw and wave my arms in a large area. Now I’m in a small area and it will probably be harder. “Is there something I can use to help me break through?”
chaudrée, chaudrée de walks off. He comes back with a table, tableau leg and hands it to me. It feels heavy enough to break through the ceiling… I hope. I return to my walk, but as I go, chaudrée, chaudrée de tells me “We’ll knock as we follow you. When toi stop hearing the knocking it means that you’re past the house.”
I thought he was going to tell me when I pass the house but I suppose this it better. I am not sure but I want him to stay not-angry with me so I just keep crawling. As I am going along the tunnel I become nervous. plus questions fill my thoughts. Will I lose track of my directions? Will I be able to turn around? Will I be able to break through the ceiling? What will I find if I do? Will I be back at my own house and not see them again?
I keep thinking over these and become nervous enough to realize that I have spent at least thirty secondes crawling, going from turn to turn… and I don’t remember any knocks. What I know right now is that there are none now.
‘This is too soon,’ I think. ‘They need to tell me; I want to hear them again; where is Mickey?!’ The small tunnel starts to feel like it will close on me, crush me. I don’t want that to happen. I have… I have to get out of here.
I squeeze the table, tableau leg tightly then hit the ground in front of me with it. It makes a small dent but not enough to break. I hit it again. Still nothing. With every balançoire, swing I become plus and plus terrified. The tunnel is going to crush me! I have to get out now!
My arms feel lose and weak, but at the same time I can’t stop myself from hitting the ground. My breath is short and I become dizzy. I am still hitting the ground beneath me, but it still will not break. I need to stop ou I will get too dizzy to continue; I will fall asleep again. At the same time if I stop… I can’t stop, I have to get out, I have to get out!
I can’t aim ou control myself anymore. My head swings to the side just as I jerk the leg up. It hits me in the face and I fall, dizzy, and seeing nothing but black. I have fallen asleep again. I know I am right now, I can feel myself being asleep. There is no dream around me… unless this is the dream… blackness, tiredness, wanting to have a drink of water, heat, stress, and sadness.
I guess because I am aware of myself being asleep I wake up quicker when I feel something touching me. My ankle is squeezed par something hard and cold. It feels like fingers almo-…
No… no no no no no no no no no get a-
“-WAY!!” My free foot hits the arms hard. The arm holding my foot hasn’t squeezed tight enough yet and so it’s pushed away from it for now. It’s with me in the tunnel, and I have no idea how I will avoid the arms this time.
I still have the table, tableau leg so I can use that at least. The arms grab at my foot again, both of them this time, but I pull myself back so that they will miss. I then balançoire, swing the leg at them but it only goes as far as my leg-length. They near me while I crawl back, facing them with my back pointed to the floor.
They are moving slowly this time. Are they waiting to corner me to make it easier? They have not grabbed at me again. They want me to be asleep again? I don’t know. I can’t look behind me ou they may try to grab me again so I keep my eyes on the arms.
I see below them as they get closer that the floor becomes… brighter as they pass over it. A square lights up each time they pass an area of the tunnel. They aren’t spreading a light so why is this happening?
I almost have an idea but it’s interrupted when my back hits the mur at a turn. They still do not charge at me, but I am not going to wait for them. I leap to the left, the only direction the tunnel lets me go. I would keep going but it won’t change anything, they will still get me.
I am able to turn though and am now facing where the arms will turn from, I will be facing them. I hold up the leg, preparing to strike them. I don’t think it will hurt the arms but I have very few other options. As I wait I see that they are almost here when the ground at the corner begins to light up.
I have an idea now. They haven’t fully turned yet, there is still a chance that I can make it. With the leg pointed vers l'avant, vers l’avant at my side I jump vers l'avant, vers l’avant to the ground, and break through the ceiling and begin falling into a new house.
A pale-tan floor is about to smash into my face when I’m grabbed hold of par my legs. The arms pull me back towards the tunnel but I am able to grab hold of a table, tableau very similar to my own at my house before they do.
My hands are hurting badly as I try to hold on to it, hoping it will keep me from going back. The arms continue pulling; my legs feel like they are going to break apart. I scream, I want them to let me go, I just want the pain to be over right now. Instead a new pain shows up in my chest and stomach. Something has jumped into me.
It has sharp fingers and teeth. It’s biting me, ripping my fourrure and skin off. I am not being held par the arms anymore, I am on the floor, and something is trying to kill me. My arms are holding nothing and the thing—I do not know what because I am trying to stay alive—is leaning down to bite my neck off.
I do not want that to happen.
I slam my foot, claws included, into whatever part of the person I can. I hit a leg I think. I feel something wet exiting it. The thing screams and retracts from me for a second. I feel a sense of… anger. I feel anger.
Somehow I have now hit the person back, I have tackled it, and I am using my own claws to tear at its face. It is using its claws to grab hold of shoulders and pull back at me. If it does I will be laying back and unable to move. I grab hold of its ears. It pulls harder, I tighten my grip. The ears pop off, ripping off. I do not see it, I feel it.
plus screaming comes from the creature, it tosses me away as it runs about, jumping and screaming in pain. It is clawing everywhere now, and I am regaining my breath. I see my table, tableau leg on the ground… I know I should grab it, and defend myself with it, but for some reason I want to hurt the thing with my own hands.
I déplacer vers l'avant, vers l’avant towards it once I have stood again. I am ready to hurt it plus but… what am I doing? I don’t want to hurt it, I just want to stay alive. Before I can back off it looks back at me again. I see what it is now clearly, ou what it was.
Grey, and very full of fur. LONG fourrure covers it. It has small eyes, and used to have large ears which I remember are still in my hands. I drop them. “I’m sorry, toi were-“ I leaps at me, it’s going to kill me.
I turn around and run away. I head to the left, then try to run around the creature. It does not let me. It’s hand, it’s very large hand, shoves me to the side, but my tail keeps me from falling. It was trying to bite my neck before so if that would kill me maybe it would hurt the creature.
It jumps at me, clawing again but I jump and it hits the ground. When I land I am on haut, retour au début of it and my tail begins to emballage, wrap around its neck, squeezing as hard as it can. I remember when I cannot breathe I fall asleep. If I can make this creature fall asleep I won’t have to kill it.
It tears at me, trying to grab my tail and cut it. I grab the creature’s hands with my own hands and push them towards the ground. I am not strong enough to hold them down so I add my feet. The creature is jerking and screaming. It hurts to hear it, it makes me feel sick. After a lot of shaking it finally stops screaming and relaxes.
I let go of the creature and run into the kitchen. This house is exactly like my own. I sit against one of the counters in pain. My stomach has blood all over it. Am… am I going to die? I force myself to lift my chemise up a bit and place my hand on where I was hurt. It feels… cut… painful… stinging, but not deep. I do not know if this means I will live still.
The creature looked like one of us; Chowder, Mickey, and I… it had no tail but it looked like us. Did… did it get so alone that it stopped working correctly? Will that happen to me? I remember feeling the anger towards it, wanting to hurt it. Will that get worse in the future? Can I stop i- “OW!”
I’ve squeezed my stomach while stressing over these questions. I relax my hand and lower my shirt. I know it hurts but I do not want to have sticky blood all over me. I get up slowly. When I push up it hurts a lot. I see the sink and I use the water to wipe on my chest and stomach. It makes them sting even more. I’m crying from the stinging at one point. I keep cleaning myself but the blood keeps coming out. I need something to stop that.
I push my chemise against the wounds. Maybe that will keep it from spreading with the blood. I lay back and relax. The creature may wake up again but I do not think he will find me, ou have the energy to for a while. I know I don’t.
At first I am calm but I remember soon after that the arms are still around, and when I open my eyes they are right above me. They are not reaching for me right now… instead they… they clap… they are clapping.
So why am I remaking it? Well the series was the first fanfiction series I made and when I did it wasn’t really well written, plotholes galore, so I wanted to remake it completely. But at the same time I didn’t want to redo it because of all the ideas I had.
So what I’m doing is rewriting the story, and keeping it as it was, but making some changes along the way. This way the original story will be there but it will be written better. I’ll add some other parts into it, but rest assured it’s not a reboot, just an edited version.
So what I’m doing is rewriting the story, and keeping it as it was, but making some changes along the way. This way the original story will be there but it will be written better. I’ll add some other parts into it, but rest assured it’s not a reboot, just an edited version.