A Familiar Place - Part 1

=A Familiar Place - Part 1=
*The events here take off after Yeasurga escaped Lab 56 with his newly obtained Psion, but the level itself needs more documentation* 
Yeasurga wakes up to find himself in a blood-red forest, a steady wind blowing in from the south. He can hear the soft hum of his Psion nearby. It was a little "present" from Lab 56. He had earned this cute little device by escaping the labs. He had to if he wished to not become billions of atoms when the timer had run out. What brought him to his feet was a short, but loud roar. It echoed through the trees, slowly dimming in volume as it rippled through the branches. He jumps up and looks around. He sees his Psion next to him. Its little blue eye studying him, secretly taking his vitals, his heart rate, and the like. It was one of the many purposes it served, and Yeasurga liked it. It kept him informed of his body health, how much nutrients he needed, etc.
He observes his surroundings. All he could see, was grey trees, with various scratches, and its leaves, like the rest of the vegetation, consisted of various shades of red. He felt like he had been here before...But he could not place his tongue on it. The air was muggy, with a scent of pine. 
At least the level seems to be able to sustain life. Yeasurga sees the ruins nearby, crumbling, and decaying. Well, it used to.
The Psion closes its electronic eye as if it were observing its general area, which it was doing. 
"Sir, this level can sustain life. However, there is a lack of supplies which could be of use to us nearby."
Sure the heck there is. Yeasurga had become used to levels like that. So in places like this, he tried to find the closest exit as fast as possible. But this was not any other level. He was gonna find its only exit quite easy, but reaching it was gonna be a challenge. It was for this particular reason that the Psion was only focused on Yeasurga's well-being. 
He looks around the ruins. Yes, it was small, but who knows what secrets he could uncover. He grabs a flashlight from his bag, the surroundings slowly getting darker. Even the sun is red...Strange.
Exploring the ruins yielded no results, but a few bottles of Almond Water, but he did discover a trail. Though in a state of decay, with many plants growing in its cracks, it was still visible. By now, night had fallen, and the lack of sun made the entire level feel like a freezer. To Yeasurga, this only made things worse, as he did not bring a jacket.
"Sir, I have identified a possible exit a little way off from here. You will have to go right to the fork in a few minutes. Then, it's just 2 miles north on that trail."
Ah yes...Finally. I was just starting to get hungry.
They continued with the trail when he heard a roar he had identified earlier.
Yeasurga looks around the blood-red forest, trying to examine his surroundings. Again, this place did look familiar...but he could not place his tongue on it...some kind of red forest with towns all over the place. A distant roar is, and always was audible since he and his Psion had arrived. He knew something was here, and it was hostile.
His Psion, the little softball droid, was doing what it was programmed to. It silently scanned its surroundings, trying to find threats, and anything useful to Yeasurga. It had only detected one entity. A little ways off, but close enough to make their current exploration dangerous, if the said entity was hostile.
"Sir, there is an unidentified entity nearby, about 3/4 miles away. And only 2 possible items were found that could be of some use: A machine gun and some kind of pure iron sword. The level is called The Crimson Forest...and was long forgotten about 7 years ago. You are the first to explore here in 4 years."
Yeasurga stops to process what he has been told. A new entity...Why, I will be the first to document it. But in 4 years, nobody has come here. Maybe it's time to bring it back to M.E.G if they do anything about it.
"You know, I want to check it out, it's about time this level is no longer forgotten." A look of determination formed on his face.
*The Psions eye widens*
"That is a rather good idea. I was thinking the same thing. Its location is around the presumed exit. Please take care when doing so. If you do not have the upper hand, I shall assist you." The Psions needed to defend their users. This was the most useful function out of all of them.
"I am sure I can take that..Thing, on. If it is the cause of all these ruined buildings, then I shall fight it. It is what I was taught to do during my years of service in the IJN." Yeasurga brings up his M39 EMR, painted to look like Japan's flag, a favorite of his.
They continue along the trail, only stopping for the occasional sip of Almond Water. The roaring steadily got louder as they traversed, the darkness putting both on edge with every roar.
"Well shit, this thing sure is mad. I think"
"Well, it's why I said to be careful in the first place" An annoyed tone in its monotonic voice was heard in its response.
"Oh shut up, I know what you said." Yeasurga feels as if the droid is mocking him. He knew what he was doing, but he disliked being reminded of the same thing over and over again.
Yeasurga speaks in a low, angry voice. "You mocking me? I dislike that shit. I had enough of it during training, and you will not do the same." He gives the Psion an intimidating glare. 
"Understood. Adding preference to Personality storage." The Pison closes its blue eye as it runs the task. Then, it began to write more code for its system so it could better fit Yeasurga's standards. 
Yeasurga keeps moving up the crumbling, stone path, his senses heightened for any potential threat that could take his life. For the 9 years he had spent in the Backrooms, he had learned that danger lurks at every corner, even in plain sight. The only monsters that he had encountered were a single Smiler, and some Clumps, which he had quickly dispatched with his M39. He did not engage the lone Smiler in combat and instead did what M.E.G had said to do in such encounters: Turn off all lights, stand still, make no noise, and stare the Smiler down till it leaves. 
He enjoyed staring it down, as they always lost...If it was a staring contest. 
Since that encounter with the Smiler, he had kept an eye out for more in the dark, redwoods, his Psion lighting the path in front of him. He had to have his gun ready at all times. 
At times, they would pass a lit, lamppost. The light was dim and had a faint hum, which showed how worn-out state the light was. It was soon gonna die out. The post was originally painted red, but time showed the paint's faded state, it was about a 1/2 a foot away from the trail, with a small circuit box on the bottom of the post. 
As exploration on the trail continued, Yeasurga could not help but observe the growing number of buildings as he explored, sometimes in complete heaps of rubble. Which ranged from wood, tin, stone, and like materials. Visible burn marks could be seen on several buildings, others with long, red knives embedded in other structures, most covered in blood. 
He could see vast buildings in various states of disrepair, from churches, cottages, stores, and the like, all bathed in the faded yellow light of the lampposts that line the streets.
With fatigue taking over, Yeasurga beds down in one of the cottages, which was surprisingly in good condition. Soon sleep overcomes Yeasurga
And the roaring is earsplitting
7 Hours Later
Yeasurga wakes up by an earsplitting alarm being played by his Psion, He jumps up immediately and grabs his bag. He tries his hardest to pull his M39 from his bag's straps which held it captive. He can hear his Psion spouting info on this potential threat. Yeasurga grabs 4 packs of ammo from his bag and uses one to load his gun.
"Sir, An undocumented threat is detected over 2,500 feet away. The entity is deemed hostile, and is heading in our general direction! Prepare yourself for combat!"
Yeasurga lifts an eyebrow. "Oh? *Chuckles* Let's give it a taste of what a Japanese Captain can do with a gun...Let's feed it a platter full of bullets." Yeasurga hoists his M39 up and turns off its safety. He walks outside and waits.
His Psion follows close behind him, scanning their surroundings. The roaring slowly gets louder, and louder. 
Then
Yeasuraga can see the source of the roaring
and the Beast can see Yeasurga
Then it speaks:
Hello there, little one.
It's dinner time.
!TO BE CONTINUED! 
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