Deep And Beyond

N.N.: first!

C.C.: Second!

P.D.: MadgeLate

T.K.: !fish

N.N.: !gamble all

P.D.: !fish

C.R.: just made it in time

R.W.: !raffle

The stream’s screen flickered, only audio coming through at first, or so it seemed to the viewers.

“Ayo gang! Lucas here! Supp!? Can you see me? Is it working!? Audio check one two? Ohh I see folks are already joining. I got some cool stuff today.”

C.R.: yay

R.W.: feet and pants check!

S.Y.: Less yapping, more showing!

A.G.: am i the only one seeing black on the screen? 0.0

L.G.: damn I just woke up don't shout so loud

N.N.: Lucas! you're still alive after last time

C.C.: There better be some action tonight!

“Feet attached! Gamba gamba let’s go!”

He checked the feed on his phone, “oh damn, it do be dark here huh!? Sec!”

A moment later, a faint light illuminated his profile. The audience could see him standing in a dark, stoney hallway. It was akin to the cellar of a castle or perhaps old sewers.

“So, check this out folks! I got insight about these underground ruins from an,” his voice hushed as he whispered into a microphone.

“Anonymous source. He says there are monsters here; ghosts, and voices.

L.L.: your hair looks kinda lame today, did you sleep in a barn?

C.R.: shock face

P.D.: mon..mon…monsters???

K.F.: A lost place tour? I hope you have enough stuff with you in case of an emergency 😛

A.G.: this madlad!

S.Y.: I hope the monsters are hot…

L.L.: sounds like a story from one of those fantasy books my sis reads all the time

C.R.: lets get the popcorn ready,sounds good

C.C.: You better not screan when you see the monster!

“I slept in a sewer! Duh! Anyway, yeah so check this out. I just got here and I already found something CREEPY!”

He grabbed the camera, showing a logo etched into one of the stones in the ceiling. It was a droplet of water, with a letter B under it.

“Any clues!? Come on, get googling ya’ll, I’ll wait. Nah no waiting.”

He panned the camera and turned on a brighter light to show a long and dark tunnel leading far into the unknown.

A.G.: idk about this chief. best get back to civilization

C.R.: ooooo spooky

“Hot? Well, if I run into a monster I’ll be sure to check it’s body temp for you!”

He chuckled, slowly walking down the tunnel, switching the light back to a lower setting, occasionally panning to show his face as he made grimaces to the chat.

“One user post reads ‘I was out walking my dogs when they suddenly ran towards the entrance to these ruins. Then after a while ran away, whimpering, abandoning me. They’re Dobermans! They never abandoned me before.’.”

C.R.: oh my?

S.Y.: B stands for Bingo!

K.F.: Yes, Selena is right, Bingo GMBH, but they haven't been around for a long time, they probably have something to do with the underground pipes

L.G.: when a dog runs, it means something

S.Y.: I actually meant hot monster bingo, but sure..

“BINGO!”

Lucas shouted, his echo reverberated down the tunnel, a moment later something responded as a sound of something splashing into the water echoed back at him.

“Oh shit…” he paused, turning lights brighter and staring down.

“Ahem… well, still no voices. Yeah right? The dog story freaked me out I tell you. But I’m not afraid, I don’t need no dogs.”

C.R.: uhhhh did i see a pair of eyes or was it just me?

A.G.: did you all see that?!

N.N.: Lucas ain't afraid of no ghost?

L.G.: it immediately disappeared behind the corner!!!

L.L.: that was just some flickering lmao

R.W.: You know those horror stories where you think, why doesnt the person just leave? That is you right now.

“See what!? What did ya’ll see!?”

He paused, holding his camera steady as he peered into the darkness. There was nothing, at least as far as he could see. He switched his personal flashlight on, it was bright, exceptionally so. It beamed all the way to the end of the tunnel it opened up into a bigger room just some 10 or so meters ahead.

“Hot monster bingo… is that like… no I won’t ask…”

S.Y.: Life footage of an abduction pog

C.C.: top 10 moments filmed before disaster

A.G.: wahooo! more content

S.Y.: Schizo sewers

N.N.: why wasn't he using the bright torch from the start

R.W.: dramatic effect

C.C.: I was about to say the same thing!

“Leave!? Why are you even subbed? All I do is go to creepy places and sometimes actually get scared shitless. Not that I’ve ever been scared… I’m fearless… except that one time when…” the feed suddenly cut off, unbeknownst to Lucas. He continued on rambling and walking deeper into the tunnels.

C.R.: uh oh

P.D.: I'm sure it's fiiiiine

A.G.: ah the classic cutting the video feed. never gets old

C.C.: rip

S.Y.: NOOOOOO, NOT MY HOT MONSTER BINGO

S.Y.: :pepesad:

L.L.:

R.W.: Welp, there is goes…

A few minutes later the stream restarted.

“Damn, connection is a bit dodgy down here, well, to be expected in the tunnels underground. Check this out!?”

He pointed the camera at an old wooden crate, it had a logo akin to the one etched into stone from before. Faded and scratched at by presumably rats, but distinct enough. It was a droplet of water in a gradient of blue light. It was blue at the top and black at the bottom, and a word.

“BLAU” under it, written in plain bold font.

C.R.: mmmmmmmm

A.G.: curious

“So – another post reads ‘I decided to check the place out and as soon as I entered I heard laughing and distant echoes. Must be ghosts.’ What a joke. Prolly some kids playing in the tunnels huh!? Well, that’s what the comments suggested.”

He read through comments.

“No hot monsters yet, sorry to disappoint. Shall I peek inside this crate? Seems intact…” he kicked it gently with his foot.

C.C.: Open it!

C.R.: lets see

N.N.: smash it open, it may have loot

A.G.: better hope it's not a mimic lmao

S.Y.: unboxing stream!

L.L.: try to punch it – if you are quick enough your hand will move in between the atoms and you might get the loot without having to open it! trust!

He laughed wholeheartedly, “Well I better hope it isn’t a mimic… never met one in person, I wonder if some of the art I’ve seen of them is real.”

He stepped aside and sat the camera down so that it’d be illuminating the crate and him. As he walked back into the frame he knelt beside the crate and began prying at its lid with a pocket knife, trying to crack it open as if it was some kind of intricate magical chest full of mythical loot.

S.Y.: Doesn't he need to shake his hand for that to work tho-

L.L.: Ultravibration

C.R.: do you hear a hissing from the box or was it me?

A.G.: didnt hear anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There was creaking of old wood, grunting of not so old Lucas. There was occasional cussing as the wood fought back and inflicted piercing damage and debuffs to Lucas via splinters and occasional pinching of his fingers. He’d pause to read the chat sometimes, “Hissing!????” he’d sit very still, listening.

“Nah don’t hear anything… I hope…”

A few moments passed when he finally managed to pry the lid off with a loud creak as the old, rusted nails at last gave in to the torture.

N.N.: well?

H.G. reaching into the crate. "You won’t believe this… holy crap I’ve never seen anything like it before. This is unbelievable folks… take a guess! Go on, try and guess what’s inside this creepy old crate."

L.L.: your hand

C.C.: Spanish gold coins?!

S.Y.: the Kamasutra pages of the necronomicon!

C.R.: a small box with "strange" lettering

A.G.: blocks of cocaine? a dead body?! come on! dont keep us waiting >.>

R.W.: very old and stale air

N.N.: a sonic screwdriver?

L.G.: a small wooden box poured over and sealed with wax and a strange seal is on it with signs that resemble an incantation

L.L.: a shovel? dig-in-the-box jokes never get old…

He pulled his phone out, reading the comments.

“Spot on! I wish… I’d be retiring tomorrow and running out of here faster than ever before! Necronomnomnom! Very stale air, and-.

“ He paused, pulling out an old, glass bottle of water.

“Frigging water. What else were I to expect in a crate labeled.

“BLAU” huh?”

C.C.: I'll donate if you take a sip from it

C.R.: but whats the water like….clean?

L.L.: how do you know it's water?

N.N.: belle delphine bath water!

L.G.: look for hidden chambers in the chest

C.R.: like can you see throu it?

L.L.: what kind of water do you have at your place, crystal??

C.R.: well it maybe dirty water in there

He put the bottle back in the crate and sighed, grabbing his camera again and showing the crate to the audience. It was a simple wooden crate, double layered celled holders for water bottles. Probably about 50 bottles.

“I mean…” he pulled one of the bottles out, showing it to the chat. It had the same light blue to black droplet logo on it and a typical water bottle labeling ‘freshest water from the purest spring, Ferula Blau.’.”

N.N.: Flint Michigan water

S.Y.: Monster bathwater!

C.R.:

L.L.: never heard of that company before lol. maybe it's valuable?

L.L.: ya know, maybe it's from a good year or sthg

“Monster bath water… What’s with you and monsters anyways!? Somebody, provide that one with uhh.. some saucey sauces, they clearly need it.”

He unscrewed the bottle and sniffed it.

“I don’t know, smells uh, smells fine!? I’ll do it for five subs!”

A.G.: dew it

C.R.: (pays for 5 subs)

N.N.: (uses Prime sub)

C.C.: (gifts 5 subs)

A.G.: (gifts 5 subs)

A.G.: now he has to drink multiple bottles 🙂

S.Y.: Damn chat, those are some juicy sauces-

“Prime!? Cheating!!! Very well… Thanks for the subs.”

He let out a nervous sigh and then took a tiny sip of the water.

“Mmhh… damn!? This actually tastes damn good…” he turned the bottle in his hand, “What’s with it? What’d they add? It’s like – you know that two at night water after a hangover!? It’s so good.”

He took another sip, “thank you thank you! Glad you enjoy watching me potentially poisoning myself with drug water or something.”

C.R.: you did ask for it

C.R.: #funnywater

After another few minutes of walking, he entered a larger open room. There was a staircase to the right and a door at the top of it. There was another door to his left, and the tunnel without a door on the opposite side of the room.

“Now then, left, forth or right!?”

A.G.: left gang! where you at?

C.C.: Right because that is the RIGHT answer!

N.N.: Right, up is safer

C.R.: mmmmmmm lets go with left

“Hmm close one… I’ll go with right. Though usually I’d go left, but uh, last time I went left I almost broke my leg, so right it is.”

He took a step on the rusted metal staircase and paused as it creaked heavily under his weight, “Uhhh maybe I should’ve gone left… Uhhh, nah it’s fine!”

He probed each step cautiously with his foot before putting weight on it, staying closer to the side attached to the wall to reduce the strain on the old anchors.

“Remember guys, if you stay closer to the wall, you strain it less, something something physics, somebody explain the physics in chat.”

C.C.: Right gang, LET'S GOOOO!

A.G.: nooooooooo

M.T.: something something leverage or something

C.R.: uhhhhhh #failedphysics

A.G.: im too dumb for physics. brain's smooth as a billiards ball

C.R.: chem was my strong class

“Right gang!” he shouted excitedly, “Yeah I bombed the physics too! But it’s like yeah leverage and further you are from the source more strain it is, I know the basics.”

He laughed, reaching the top at last. He showed the big metal door to the chat. It had a keypad on the side, but it was unpowered, old.

“Oh dang, hope it’s not locked.”

Swallowing nervously, he grasped the handle and turned it. ‘Ting-ting-ting’ the old mechanism’s springs were quite loud in this silence.

C.R.: ooooo lets go

“Chemistry!? Great, I’ll be sure to ask you about any weird chemical formulas we’ll find in this secret lab,” he joked, pulling the door open. A whiff of stale and musty air washed over him. Beyond the door was a nicer looking hallways, it looked almost office like. Tile floors, white walls, and eerie dripping of water off in the distance. He thought he heard a voice echo from afar, but after standing still for a while. He dismissed it, thinking he imagined it.

A.G.: :OOOO

C.C.: I think the voices were asking about your extended car warranty

L.G.: o no he has found the back rooms

K.F.: Oh Shit… not good <.<

Walking down the hallway he chuckled nervously, “So, surely this isn’t a secret lab. Right?!”

He pointed the camera at a name placard by one of the doors. It was covered in a layer of dust, but the letting was still visible. ‘Dir. Nikamura’.

“Hmm,” Lucas pondered, turning the handle. To his surprise the door was unlocked. Peeking inside first with the camera, he remarked sarcastically, “Anything scary inside chat!?”

The audience could see an office in ruins. It had been turned upside down. Smudged writing on a blackboard, toppled boxes and furniture, graffiti on the walls and nothing of interest to be spotted at a first glance.

C.C.: I was promised monster and ghosts…. where are they lucas!

S.Y.: back from my saucy adventures, chat what'd i miss???

“Uhuh,” he commented, peering through the opening, “looks dull, no hot monsters here. Moving on.”

He continued to explore the environment for a while, finding nothing of much interest. Each office was turned upside down. Clearly teens and homeless had been through here a handful of times, albeit long ago.

A.G.: not a lot. just lucas drinking some water and finding a derelict office space

S.Y.: Imagine drinking water in (insert plot accurate year here)

“Mmh, interesting space for offices though, isn’t it?”

He whispered as he stepped on something that snapped loudly under his foot. He jolted back out of concern, just to find a bone beneath his feet. It was a sizeable bone, “Oh uhh, please tell me that’s an animal bone,” he gulped.

S.Y.: Get absolutely boned lmao

A.G.: he's boned

C.C.: I guess you aren't finding this very humerus, badum tss

L.L.: apple sauce adventures?

S.Y.: That pun deserves a ban-

“KEK, good one!”

Lucas replied, kneeling down to grab a folder that laid beside the bone. It had the same logo as he had seen previously a droplet of water colored in a gradient from light blue to black at the bottom. Flipping it open he read an alarming note.

“Location 1507 is, as of now, delisted. All staff to vacate the premises within 24 hours. Location will be closed to all visitors promptly after.”

S.Y.: Ad: 1 of 257

L.L.: omg donowalled

P.D.: !lurk

S.Y.: Can't pay for sub, need the money for my crippling smut addiction pepesadd

L.L.: Huh… I usually don't pay for my sub.

L.L.: Mooglezon Prime is wicked

K.F.: *has her hot chocolate and curls up on the sofa* 😀

“You don’t pay cuz you make somebody else pay for you huh!?”

Lucas jested, continuing on his quest of exploration. Further he went, more distinctly he could hear someone’s presence. Voices were becoming more and more apparent.

“Damn, maybe they weren’t joking about ghosts and voices,” he commented, slowly approaching a double door beyond which the voices were coming. Though too muffled to be understood.

“Damn, not sure I should open this door,” he whispered to the camera, ducking around the corner by the door. His heart pounding in his chest, contemplating whether to open it or not.

“What if it’s some secret shit? Or hell, some evil corpo? Or maybe drug dealing? I don’t know if I should open it.”

C.C.: I'll give you 20 subs if you open it!

S.Y.: or some hot monsters perhaps? eyesshaking

“Alright, but be quiet everyone! We have to be sneaky alright!?”

He turned the light off on his camera and as carefully and slowly as he could, he pushed the bar in and opened the door. Beyond the doors was light, it seemed to lead into some form of warehouse. Echoing voices were quite loud and obvious now there were people there, speaking in a foreign language.

“Damn, what the hell am I getting into!?” he whispered into his microphone, sneaking through the door, still ducking.

S.Y.: TTS: Siri, play Despacito-

L.L.: *spends channelpoins on fanfare jumpscare sound*

He found himself at the upper floor of the warehouse, on a catwalk of sorts. As he peered over the edge of it, he could see half a dozen foreigners discussing something, sitting upon unmarked crates, one of them bearing a rifle.

“Shit…” he whispered when suddenly his phone made a sound, a fan-fare jumpscare sound. The noise echoed through the warehouse like a roar of unexpected thunder in the middle of a sunny day. The group fell silent, staring at each other wondering whose phone it was.

Lucas ducked behind the railing, scrambling to mute his phone. His heart pounded in his chest like a boxer in training, relentlessly assaulting his ribcage. He sat still for what felt like minutes, holding his breath, listening to beat of his heart in his ears – as if a maddened drummer was having a sick solo moment.

The voices resumed, but quieter, more cautious now. He could hear footsteps as they seemingly began to roam the warehouse. One of them called out, “Here!” the only English word to come out of their conversation. Lucas glanced left, and then right, there was nobody to see him. He then realized that he was sitting on a grated floor, and one of them was glaring right up at him from below.

A.G.: 0.0

K.F.: oh shit again…. NOT GOOD <.<

His heart sank, along with something else, sinking like a dropped anchor. His thoughts flooded with panic when he heard an unfortunately to him all too familiar sound of a gun cocking. His heart skipped a beat, perhaps a dozen as he sprung up to his feet and dashed for the door without an ounce of hesitation to stop his resolve.

The door made a loud clank as he swung it open, there was shouting behind him, in a language he couldn’t even begin to recognize. The camera was flailing madly in his hands as he burst through the door, dashing down the dark hallway, “Fuck! Somebody call the cops!? Shit! Jesus! They had fucking guns. Holy f-fuck what did I get myself into!?”

C.C.: Run forest run!

S.Y.: I wouldn't let that slide if I were you-

His voice was shaky, his movements full of resolve to get out of there. He threw a glance at the Director’s office, the first room he examined in this space. His heart drumming in his chest, his breathing labored and loud as he heaved for air, panic slowly consuming his mind as his thoughts plunged deeper into chaos and darkness.

“Fuck it!”

He glanced over his shoulder, then kicked the exit door open, dashing back into the Director’s office and sneaking inside it.

Leona Lucifra: .

He heard the warehouse door open and several sets of steps enter the hallway. The door through which he entered, that he kicked, now slammed shut. He cautiously stepped over a tumbled over chair and ducked behind the desk, placing his hand over his mouth to muffle his heavy breathing he hid to the best of his ability.

C.C.: it seems we found something worse than monsters… people!

A.G.: ew, people

S.Y.: Hot people???

L.L.: you got a remote thermometer on you? I gift you 10 subs if you measure their temps for selena lololol

The steps approached him, and most of them dashes right past the door into this office. He held his breath, too nervous to so much as move, let alone take a breath that might alert his pursuers of his presence. He was now stuck in an office in some abandoned place, with the only exit he knows of likely having five or more armed foreigners searching it.

When all seemed quiet he rushed to pull his phone out. The chat could hear his nervous breathing, a message from him popped up in the stream. .

S.Y.: Wait that wasn't staged???

A.G.: woah woah woah. you're saying this wasnt all just an act?!

L.L.: sighs, then calls the cops and tells them what happened

Something cracked in the hallway, a sound akin to the one when he stepped on that bone when he first entered. He heard a footstep, then another. Slow and steady. Then the sounds stopped, right at the door of the office where he was hiding. His eyes widened, his heart once more strumming the strings of his sanity by beating loudly in his ears. He held his breath, his gaze fixated on the direction of the door although in darkness there wasn’t much to see even if the door were to swing open.

Then, from beyond the door, a faint, distorted voice came – barely human, barely understandable, yet distinctly familiar and bone chilling.

“H-here…” the voice said, sending a bone chilling shiver through Lucas’ body, plunging his mind into fear. He no longer could hold back his reaction, a half whimpering gasp escaped his lips.

C.C.: That d-didn't sound very human…

The chat could hear Lucas’s voice trembling as he took a shaky breath, a soft whimper escaped his lips, “p-please no.”

There was a noise, as if something had reached for the door handle, shaking it, trying to figure out how it works. A distant echo of a shout reached him at last. Whoever, or perhaps whatever was behind that door – stopped, listening. He then heard hasty footsteps distancing from the door, and the exit door opening.

“Fuck…” he managed to breathe out at last.

As he scrambled for his phone he typed another message in the chat.

He stood still by the door, his hand firmly planted on the handle, his mind racing through possibilities, through the worst case scenarios – ‘what if I open the door and whatever was out here, still is? Just waiting? What if the gang returns!? What if whatever the hell that was didn’t leave through the door and is roaming this hallway? What if this is just a wild dream? That’d be nice.’.

A.G.: anyone in chat who can do that, please call asap!!!!!

He gulped loudly after taking a moment to build up his resolve, turned the door handle and swung the door open. His teeth creaked from how hard he gritted his teeth, fighting back the fear and forcing his body to move. On the other side of the door was darkness, and seemingly nothing else. Nothing breathed, nothing moved, nothing but darkness.

L.L.: yo, somebody download that vod? I already called the cops and I am on mobile lol

C.C.: I'm on pc I can download the VOD

Leaving the office, he pondered. Going out and trying to find another exit, or heading into the warehouse in hopes of finding another exit. While fear was pushing him toward the warehouse, he opted to go the more familiar route, too afraid to run into more gang members, he decided to take his chances with the tunnels instead.

A.G.: DO IT!

C.C.: o-ok I'll download it! j-just gimmie a moment…

Upon opening the door, he listened. There was silence, for now. He quickly made his way down the stairs, finally grasping his camera again and turning the light to low so he could see at least something, he decided not to test his luck with taking the tunnel he initially took to come here, and instead snuck down the left side, behind the other door that led only to similar tunnels.

Lucas crept down the narrow tunnel, each step he took resulting in a faint echo that reverberated around, causing his heart to skip a bit out of fear of being discovered. He tried desperately to keep his steps soft and gentle so as not to disturb the eerie silence that surrounded him, too afraid to hear anything besides his own footsteps. Moments later he paused, flicking the light off – as in the distance, ahead of him, he could see shifting silhouettes. His heart hammered at his ribcage.

He was fighting his instincts to turn and run. Up ahead, behind a pillar of sorts, two gang members turned and began walking back, toward him, murmuring softly to each other as they walked. He noticed a slight opening, a service exit, against which he flattened himself, holding his breath as their steps neared him.

Each passing second felt like a whole day, a terror filled day. He shut his eyes, gritting his teeth as the cold and rusted metal of the door behind him dug into his back. He clenched every muscle in his body, squeezing his eyes so tightly he could see stars, beautiful stars, like fireworks in the night. And just as fireworks, their footsteps eventually got quieter, ultimately falling silent as they distanced themselves from him.

Just as the murmurs of the foreigners began to fade into the silence of the tunnels, an inhumane half growl- half whisper crept up from the direction they had just been in. Like a lightning bolt cutting through the skies, the noise struck at Lucas’s fundamental instinct. His blood ran cold as he shut his eyes once more, too afraid to open, too afraid to see what might be lurking in these shadows.

L.L.: :LucasBored:

L.L.: hey chat, think we gonna hear from him again?

He thought he felt a huff of warm air brush against his cheek, as if something sniffed him and moved along. He could hear soft steps echoing through the tunnel, slowly distancing from him. Unlike the steps of the foreigners in boots, these were softer, almost as if barefooted.

C.C.: with how things are going… most likely not

S.Y.: We'd better, i was promised hot monsters!

Lucas at last released his breath. His body seemingly creaked with every movement as he loosened his tensed muscles and peeked out from around the corner. Down the hallway from whence he came, he could see a flash of light, and in the light a silhouette of something he had wished he never had seen. A slender creature, two or so meters tall, with elongated appendages, was walking slowly toward the source of light that appeared to be a small lantern of the gang members.

R.W.: I just want to put out there that I said that he should leave that one out

Lucas froze midstep – every cell in his body seemingly screamed for him to run, and his cells weren’t the only things screaming. There was an echo of a voice, “H-here…” the same, distorted, barely human, barely understandable and nightmare inducing voice, followed by a shout of 1 of the gang members when they noticed the creature that had been stalking them.

L.L.: whelp, at least I don't have to feel bad about gambling away my channel points lol. hope the cops get there and hope it's not a prank <.<

S.Y.: Lmfao, using your channelpoints to essentially kill your favorite streamer, then not even feeling bad about it

S.Y.: Average viewer

As the terrified shriek of one of the foreigners, along with what Lucas could only assume to have been a curse, pierced the silence of the tunnel, he took it as his cue to run. The creature, whatever that thing was, had its attention focused on the armed foreigners, and they, in turn, likely weren’t going to care about some randomer sprinting away right about now. He burst into a sprint, down into the darkness, in the opposite direction from the creature.

R.W.: Its all staged anyway… right? ….

C.C.: y-yeah… surely it's staged…

L.L.: if it is imma be mad, cause I called the cops frl… though they didn't seem too convinced. hope they go there

S.Y.: or…is it? *damdamdaaaaaam*

K.F.: maybe it just wants to help…..?

At last he turned his camera’s light on again, stumbling through the labyrinth of tunnels, occasionally tumbling and falling over as his feet got caught on loose stones from the old tunnels. His breath – ragged, mixture of hiccups and whimpers, and his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Each step he took felt like it might have been the last. Each noise that wasn’t his made him jump.

From behind him echoed a pained, agonizing screech, as if a living creature was torn limb by limb, following it was loud bang, and then few more – ‘gunshots, fuck fuck fuck’ he scrambled, taking another sharp turn in hopes of finding an exit, dashing over any debris in his way, in a desperate attempt to escape the nightmare behind him.

L.L.: oh there he is again!

C.C.: wait… why does this thing remind me of scp-096?

At last, a whiff of fresh air made him gasp, at the end of this tunnel he could see moonlight – a potential exit. But as he got closer his excitement sank, replaced by panic since the exit was barred off. He slammed against the rusted bars, they did not so much as budge.

“Fuck! No please! This can’t be….”

He thrashed against the bars, tightly interwoven with chains that had a lock upon them.

“Damn it…”

And just as panic began to squeeze at his heart, slowly choking him and his will to survive, plunging his mind into abyss of despair ‘there’s no way out,’ he thought to himself. Behind him he could hear a loud thud as if something heavy fell on the floor, and then the bone chilling sound of approaching footsteps. At first – slow and steady, slowly getting faster.

L.L.: lol, I can send you a lockpicking tutorial, sec!

L.L.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTZddvAws9M there, you only need 20 mins and some practice

He pressed his back against the bar, holding camera in front of himself, light on max, “I guess… it’s inevitable,” he whispered lowly, despair in his voice. There was a sudden flash of light, brighter than his own, a piercing beam of hope that shone from behind him, “Hey! You there!? Back away from the bars! Let me see those-.

“ the voice from behind him paused.

L.L.: oh, and some tools… rip…

L.L.: OMG guys, I think it's the police!!

R.W.: But is it? >

S.Y.: IT'S THE SOUND OF THR POLICE, WHOOP WHOOP

C.C.: HE'S SAVED!!!

Something rounded the corner into the beam of his light, paused for a second, and then snuck back behind the corner. It’s leathery features, boney face and body, and the lack of eyes will haunt Lucas’s nightmares for a long time still.

“What the…”

Lucas gasped, there was no time to hesitate, he turned around, thrashing against the bars, “GET ME OUT HERE! FOR FUCKS SAKE PLEASE GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

L.L.: omg did you see that???

L.L.: WTF was that???

R.W.: o.o

The cop ran up to the bars, “back away!”

He examined the bars, his gaze falling on the chain, “what the hell is going on here!?”

Lucas in panic shook the chain, “Just shoot the fucking thing, stop talking!”

“Okay okay fine, step back!”

Carmen CamelliaSagittarius: .

The cop drew his pistol, setting safety off, “take a few steps back. Lucas glanced over his shoulder at the corner where the creature was, then threw himself against the wall on the opposite side of the chain, too afraid to take even a single step backwards, “SHOOT IT!”

K.F.: a dog…. it was definitely a very big one… and… damn ugly dog…

L.G.: you've all seen it, now it's coming to you

L.L.: that shit was at least 2 meters tall, what kind of fucked up dogs do you have where you live?!

R.W.: If that was a dog I am a sahagin… That was something else

The cop’s face was filled with determination as he discharged his weapon. The muzzle’s flash was like a lightning bolt, Lucas could only hope that the gunshot might scare whatever hid around that corner. The chain rattled as the old rusty lock shattered to pieces. Lucas hurried to undo the chain and throw himself out of the tunnel behind the cop.

R.W.: I would get the hell of there now…

O.F.: a trained great dane obviously

C.C.: fricking cheese it lucas!!

The cop covered him with his body, resolve painted his face as he shone his light down the tunnel, “what the hells was that?”

Lucas, still trying to catch his breath, uttered back, “F-fuck do I know. Y-you saw it too!? Le-let’s lea-ve.”

The cop, keeping his weapon aimed at the tunnel, called in for backup.

L.L.: damn, he really shot at it! hope they get him outta there!

C.C.: Let's hope it didn't make it angry…

“In latest news: In a dramatic turn of events that left the local authorities and residents stunned in disbelief – an internet celebrity and an urban explorer, streamer ‘Dark Fox Lucas’ was taken into custody for questioning following the harrowing night of mass murder in the abandoned tunnels. Six gang members were found mutilated, with Lucas bearing the only evidence to help solve this mystery. The local authorities refused to provide further commentary, current version a wild bear.”