Growing Insane

You've been wandering this hellscape for what feels like eternity.
You feel as though you're about to snap.
You've been through many experiences. Both good and bad.
You feel as though you're Growing Insane.
How long has it been, four, five, six years since you've found your way into here? You've lost track of time.
You miss your home. Your family. Your Friends.
It's been forever since you last saw another person.
It makes you feel as though you're Growing Insane.
You recall him. A friend you met while you explored this place.
His name was Jerry.
You met each other in Level 5. You would escape together and go on to become best friends.
But you were separated from each other one month ago in Level 4.3.
Not seeing him makes you Grow Insane.
During your journeys, you've had many close encounters with entities.
A Smiler attacked you in Level 2.
A Death Moth in Level 5.
All you had to defend yourself was your mental psych and a rusty sword.
You are grateful to have not come across one in who-knows-how-long, but not having any company leaves you Growing Insane
You look in front of you.
The endless mono-yellow halls of Level 0.
You've made it so far, yet you are back where you started
How does this happen, you think to yourself.
Just the thought of it makes you Grow Insane.
Suddenly, you snap.
It's like someone cutting a thread.
Your vision becomes blurry,
Your thoughts become clouded,
You become limb.
And the you realize it:
You are no longer Growing Insane
You laugh. A hysterical laugh. A maniacal laugh.
Your eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
You feel pain all over your body. Unbearable pain. And yet, you can't feel it.
Oh, how this place will always fascinate you.
You feel your body malforming.
First your arms, then your legs, then everything that makes you, you.
You have become a Wretch.
But are you really you?
That is the question.
No. I am me. This is who I am.
This new body of mine,
I can feel the power!
Why was I worried before?
I am now a being capable of survival.
Screw that puny old body of mine, this is what I need. This is what I AM.
You go on a rampage, destroying everything in sight.
You kill wanderer after wanderer with no thought whatsoever.
You love this feeling. It gives you hope. Hope for the future. You don't know what that hope is, but you know it's coming for you.
But there was this one wanderer.
He looked young and healthy with a weak build.
This one will be easy you think to yourself
But just then, a word pops into your head.
Not just any word, a... "special" word. A name.
Jerry
You feel something, just something, slip into your conscience.
What is this feeling?
You already know. You don't have to second-guess it.
It's the feeling of humanity. That you can become you again.
No. Don't give in.
You have power beyond your greatest beliefs.
It makes you feel good. That feeling of destroying those pesky wanderers.
But is that really what you want?
To end a precious life as if it were nothing?
You can choose what you want.
All actions have consequences, after all.
Now, what will you do?
You have a choice...
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Author: Pazlok
Category:Tales