~Crimson's POV~
I pulled hard on the cover, it didn't open. I cleaned off the cover for answers. It was just red and felt like leather. I saw a silver lock, running my hands on it. It was smooth and comforting to me for some reason. I got up, knowing that this was pretty useless as I didn't have the key. I left the room, down the hall, and back to the place where I woke up. I headed for the door with the bright light. Opening the door, the floor was metal, with metal walls. It reminded me of asylum. I shivered at the thought, and turned my head, seeing a desk with papers and a pair of scissors. I walked over to the desk, looking at the papers. They were in another language I didn't understand. The handwriting was pretty and neat, possibly they were important...?
I looked at the scissors, they were rusty and somewhat dull. I held them, and looked at the stuffed animals... I have a feeling one of them needed to go.
Starting with the horse, I cut off it's limbs. I kept the frog for some reason. I took the torso of the horse and took the frog. I walked out, and off to the other side, into the right door when I found them. My guts had a feeling of nervousness. Like.. Something was there.. Something changed.. I headed up the narrow corridor again and to the room. It was changed-
This time, the presents, stuffed animals, and cookie tins were there, but where the book and desk was, was now a metal machine. It looked like it's propose was to shred stuff. I set the horse's torso down, and looked down in it. It smelled terrible. Like, human flesh and blood. I guess the thing I had to do was to dispose of the torso. I looked for a switch, and found a big red one. Pressing it, a grinding sound came from it, gruesome screams.. Picking it up, I dropped it in. There was a whinny of despair, as the torso of the horse was grinded up, blood splattering from it on the stone walls. I covered my ears as the whinnying continued, getting more louder and blood curling. Finally, it stopped. The machine turned itself off.
I grabbed the frog and walked out. I looked at the frog, now with a sad look and some blood splatter. I walked out, worried.
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Contorted Friendship
HorrorWhat happens when a friendship falls head-first in contortion? A young girl, Crimson, had gotten a friend named Elsa. What happens when alittle... surprise happens? I suck at this, and please leave feedback! Inspired of Pengosolvet's mix of The Witc...
