In His Deepest Dreams Or His Most Lasting Death
Who: Aya Brea and Legato Bluesummers.
What: The only way out is through.
Where: The Labyrinth.
When: Immeasurable.
Warnings: Creepypasta and tl;dr.
Notes: Ambiance Start.
time is immeasurable; she cannot stop it
How much of it she has spent here, she doesn’t know.
As the winding halls that shift and move and breathe and crawl seem to come to a stunning slope downwards, she ignores the sound of the drumming heartbeat in the walls; the breathing sound of someone exhaling down her neck; the tongue from the ground which savors the taste of blood dripping down her skin; the eyes that watch from the windows;
the ones that share no prospect beyond the glass but an empty delusion.
She stops momentarily while her surroundings relish in her presence; though she must move on, she’s so incredibly tired.
It plunges her into a struggle to maintain what’s left of her mind and body, her soul possessing hardly any strength left to preserve the shredded tears of her body.
The body that has suffered much;
torn apart, piece by piece;
stripping every sinew and splinter of bone as it snaps like a toothpick;
She gasps and reaches for the wall, fleshy and beating as it may be, for support. More blood smears across its blackened surface.
For the first time, she hears words, and they are a sobering sound to her ears:
“You have come so far, sister.
suffered so much
“You have walked through the paths, opened many doors to every world, every reality, every possible streams that you have and could have lived... Each one has shown you nothing but incredible pain. Why would you choose to suffer so much for a man who couldn’t care less about you?”
It feels like lifetimes ago when someone had asked her the same question: Why?
Because she’s human.
Because the blood of friends and innocents are on her hands.
Because their deaths could have been avoided.
Because she doesn’t want to feel this way; grateful that he’s gone.
“Because he was once my friend, too.”
Maya tilts her head.
“He was pulled down here and left in this place alone, where no one could find him. I needed you to help lead me, even if it took me so many lifetimes. I’m sorry for using you, Maya, but I wouldn’t have been able to do this on my own.”
Suddenly, her right eye began to burn. She flinches, reeling back and clutching her face. On the palm of her own hand, she can’t tell what blood is fresh and how much of it has dried.
“I know you were using me.” Maya sounds hurt. She walks forward, placing a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We got to play together for a long time.”
a really, really long time
wish it couldve been under brighter circumstances
“Maya... I’m sorry.”
“What’re you sorry for?”
“I can’t take this anymore. My body hurts so much... feels like it’s about to burn up... I can’t walk anymore.”
“But you’re so close!”
“I need you to help me, Maya. I think I might be dying...”
“If you die now, I can’t bring you back again. You know that, don’t you, sister?”
if i die we can be together again forever and play and play and play just like we used to do you remember that maya
“Don’t think like that!” The little girl began to cry, clutching her sister by the shoulder with both of her tiny hands. “Please, Aya... please! Get up! If you don’t, we’ll both be stuck down here-”
that doesnt sound so bad
“-and I’ll hate you forever!”
it doesnt have to be this way
Why?
The little girl, taking her sister by the shoulder, pushes her back up onto her legs. As she leans against the wall, the girl wraps her arms around her waist, head pressed against her stomach, as if her small frame could help support the seemingly older woman.
ashes ashes we all fall down
Surprisingly,
she did.
Grabbing her hand, the little girl pressed on, taking the weight that her sister could no longer sustain. With her help, she guided them both the rest of the way, down the endless passage leading them into the next room that would take them to where they both need to be.
where only one of them can go to
The experience is mutual; they begin
to feel
the pull.
at
first
the
corridor
was
narrow
and
so
tight
neither
of
them
can
scream
you murdered me stuffed me under the pit of corpses like a skeleton in your closet •
and then help me everything within expands get me out of here and like a rubber band where is mom and dad it stretches and stretches and stretches
go home
until it snaps.
i have to go
The ground roars. Something underneath them is coming.
“Maya, no!”
I can’t breathe!
“I have to go!”
i need to go home
The bridge beneath them begins to turn to splinters and cracks as the walls close in,
snapping shut on the two. Before she can react,
the little girl pushes her sister forward, throwing her into the bottomless black while
she slips under, the
black tendrils ripping up from the
dark
and snaring her by the flesh
her blue dress flares
and for a moment it’s
covered in blood and mud
“Maya!”
Each thousand tendril constrict which snares the girl tighten, bursting the girl’s body into a splattering, artistic wave of red, until the shadows consume both visions.
She watches them fall from the ledge
of the cracked path,
with the void of nothingness surrounding all sides.
aya is waiting! she’s waiting for me!
The ledge begins to crackle underneath her palm; she inches backwards on hands and knees, avoiding the floor as it rots and crumbles more and more; all the pieces follow into the darkness downward. The hissing silence follows afterwards, abandoning her to the sole path that lies behind her.
i’ve always been looking for the other ‘me’...
Shivering, chattering, blood-soaked, tattered and torn... she turns, facing the light.
but you’ve always been with me.
It continues to stretch on and on
always. all this time...
but she walks
let’s go home, maya
for an unfathomable amount of time, until a particular door can be perceieved. One much unlike those many others that she has seen.
End of the road.
The door opens. A light pours in. Maya’s voice whispers in the back of her head, propelling her from one life to the next...
time pitch is darkness immeasurable
.
.
.
“Is anybody here?”
What: The only way out is through.
Where: The Labyrinth.
When: Immeasurable.
Warnings: Creepypasta and tl;dr.
Notes: Ambiance Start.
time is immeasurable; she cannot stop it
How much of it she has spent here, she doesn’t know.
As the winding halls that shift and move and breathe and crawl seem to come to a stunning slope downwards, she ignores the sound of the drumming heartbeat in the walls; the breathing sound of someone exhaling down her neck; the tongue from the ground which savors the taste of blood dripping down her skin; the eyes that watch from the windows;
the ones that share no prospect beyond the glass but an empty delusion.
She stops momentarily while her surroundings relish in her presence; though she must move on, she’s so incredibly tired.
It plunges her into a struggle to maintain what’s left of her mind and body, her soul possessing hardly any strength left to preserve the shredded tears of her body.
The body that has suffered much;
torn apart, piece by piece;
stripping every sinew and splinter of bone as it snaps like a toothpick;
She gasps and reaches for the wall, fleshy and beating as it may be, for support. More blood smears across its blackened surface.
For the first time, she hears words, and they are a sobering sound to her ears:
“You have come so far, sister.
suffered so much
“You have walked through the paths, opened many doors to every world, every reality, every possible streams that you have and could have lived... Each one has shown you nothing but incredible pain. Why would you choose to suffer so much for a man who couldn’t care less about you?”
It feels like lifetimes ago when someone had asked her the same question: Why?
Because she’s human.
Because the blood of friends and innocents are on her hands.
Because their deaths could have been avoided.
Because she doesn’t want to feel this way; grateful that he’s gone.
“Because he was once my friend, too.”
Maya tilts her head.
“He was pulled down here and left in this place alone, where no one could find him. I needed you to help lead me, even if it took me so many lifetimes. I’m sorry for using you, Maya, but I wouldn’t have been able to do this on my own.”
Suddenly, her right eye began to burn. She flinches, reeling back and clutching her face. On the palm of her own hand, she can’t tell what blood is fresh and how much of it has dried.
“I know you were using me.” Maya sounds hurt. She walks forward, placing a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We got to play together for a long time.”
a really, really long time
wish it couldve been under brighter circumstances
“Maya... I’m sorry.”
“What’re you sorry for?”
“I can’t take this anymore. My body hurts so much... feels like it’s about to burn up... I can’t walk anymore.”
“But you’re so close!”
“I need you to help me, Maya. I think I might be dying...”
“If you die now, I can’t bring you back again. You know that, don’t you, sister?”
if i die we can be together again forever and play and play and play just like we used to do you remember that maya
“Don’t think like that!” The little girl began to cry, clutching her sister by the shoulder with both of her tiny hands. “Please, Aya... please! Get up! If you don’t, we’ll both be stuck down here-”
that doesnt sound so bad
“-and I’ll hate you forever!”
it doesnt have to be this way
Why?
The little girl, taking her sister by the shoulder, pushes her back up onto her legs. As she leans against the wall, the girl wraps her arms around her waist, head pressed against her stomach, as if her small frame could help support the seemingly older woman.
ashes ashes we all fall down
Surprisingly,
she did.
Grabbing her hand, the little girl pressed on, taking the weight that her sister could no longer sustain. With her help, she guided them both the rest of the way, down the endless passage leading them into the next room that would take them to where they both need to be.
where only one of them can go to
The experience is mutual; they begin
to feel
the pull.
at
first
the
corridor
was
narrow
and
so
tight
neither
of
them
can
scream
you murdered me stuffed me under the pit of corpses like a skeleton in your closet •
and then help me everything within expands get me out of here and like a rubber band where is mom and dad it stretches and stretches and stretches
go home
until it snaps.
i have to go
The ground roars. Something underneath them is coming.
“Maya, no!”
I can’t breathe!
“I have to go!”
i need to go home
The bridge beneath them begins to turn to splinters and cracks as the walls close in,
snapping shut on the two. Before she can react,
the little girl pushes her sister forward, throwing her into the bottomless black while
she slips under, the
black tendrils ripping up from the
dark
and snaring her by the flesh
her blue dress flares
and for a moment it’s
covered in blood and mud
“Maya!”
Each thousand tendril constrict which snares the girl tighten, bursting the girl’s body into a splattering, artistic wave of red, until the shadows consume both visions.
She watches them fall from the ledge
of the cracked path,
with the void of nothingness surrounding all sides.
aya is waiting! she’s waiting for me!
The ledge begins to crackle underneath her palm; she inches backwards on hands and knees, avoiding the floor as it rots and crumbles more and more; all the pieces follow into the darkness downward. The hissing silence follows afterwards, abandoning her to the sole path that lies behind her.
i’ve always been looking for the other ‘me’...
Shivering, chattering, blood-soaked, tattered and torn... she turns, facing the light.
but you’ve always been with me.
It continues to stretch on and on
always. all this time...
but she walks
let’s go home, maya
for an unfathomable amount of time, until a particular door can be perceieved. One much unlike those many others that she has seen.
End of the road.
The door opens. A light pours in. Maya’s voice whispers in the back of her head, propelling her from one life to the next...
time pitch is darkness immeasurable
.
.
.
“Is anybody here?”