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Pops looks around through the darkness, and a sickening feeling enters his stomach. It's so dark that he can't see the chains slowly wrapping around his arms. Pops tries to free himself from the constraints, but they don't give. He is soon raised into the air by his arms, and shadow hands grab his ankles. They pull away from each other, straining Pops's joints. It seems eerily familiar... It seems that the more he pulls, the tighter the grips get. He begins panicking, thrashing about, More and more chains wrap themselves around Pops, around his chest, around his neck, around his face. His worst fear,

 

Imprisonment.

 

(Next post coming in a bit, bear with me.)

(Something like that, I guess.)

Pops's panic slowly escapes him. <I've been through this before. And I'm not afraid.> he shakes his head, calming his mind. He grips the chains and squeezes them. After what seems like hours of this pressure, the chains snapped. He's been researching them after his imprisonment. He knew how shadow bindings worked. However, his weakness was out in the open. Even a moment of such panic could be his demise. He sighed, and the darkness faded. The illusion was finished.

For an instant, Fabrico sees most of the group hunched on the ground, but then his vision becomes cloudy, and everything becomes dark.

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As instantly as the fog came, it went, revealing a plateau that seems to stretch on forever. Examining the area, there seems to be splinters of wood and giant bales of hay scattered on the floor. Fabrico topples one of the bales, and a mannequin is revealed, the hands and arms pinned by wood, bleeding a black liquid. Afraid, he pushes another bale, and a noose lies there. The noose rises, and hooks itself around the previous mannequin, ripping the head off and suspending it in midair, above Fabrico's head. Bile dripping onto his head, Fabrico moves out of the way, and refuses to move anything around. However, the bales pushed themselves, revealing more horrors - a mannequin with the limbs ripping themselves off, a cane bludgeoning a woman to death, a child being stabbed by a knife, a doll ripping the eyes out of an adult, a baby eating posion and a replica of Fabrico ripping up a straw doll.

 

Death.

Edited by Pecival

(Future sociopath detected!)

(I'm kidding.)

 

Evil_Jakob faces the other person's back for a few moments before they turn around.  Hatred seethes through his body as he stares into the eyes of his former self.  They contemplate eachother for a few seconds before Jakob speaks. 

"If I had known this was my future, I would have slit my own throat."  His voice sounds like it is coming from underwater, muffled and unreal.  "You betrayed our friends, gave in to the enemy you swore to kill, attempt-"

 

"Silence." Evil_Jakob's voice is quiet, but murderous.  "You are nothing more than a pawn, a fragment of a discarded past I no longer require.  And you no longer exist."

 

"Ah, but I do.  I exist in your fears, your nightmares.  Your suspicions.  Your hatred.  I am that sliver in your soul, the thing that makes you unsure about your choices."

 

"What makes you think I am unsure?  I chose the winning side.  I have more power than you could ever dream of."

 

"I know you are unsure because...well, look where we are.  Hall of terrors, no?"

 

Evil_Jakob did not  realize the obvious.  He decided that this monstrosity whispering its poisoned words was a hallucination.  A fantasy.

 

What he didn't realize was that his worst fear was himself.

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