Delirium: Whispers of the MaskA man, a boy really, stood in the hallway, looking at his doppelganger. The black and white comic’s mask stared at him, curved eyes seemingly gleeful in the dark. His clothes were dirty, ripped, and stained by mud and unknown substances. Greasy black hair spilled messily over the edge of the porcelain. Behind him hung an ornate chandelier, its delicate arms whorled with silver and gold.Delirium: Whispers of the Mask by MetaKnightRoxMySox
His heart was pounding away in his chest. Of all the things to bring to his fear to attention... Finally, he could take it no more and turned away from the mirror gracing the corner of the hallway. He felt suffocated by the thin tunnel as his eyes fixated upon the decoration. His breathing hitched as, the arms of the thing turned into a nest of vipers, writhing with fury and bearing their brass fangs at him. He shuddered, wrenching away to lean against the wall.
Trying to control his breathing, he looked out into the foyer again. There was the crunch of gravel and the sudden sweep of headlights as
Delirium Worldbuilding: Waking to NightmareHe stared at his reflection in the darkness and unconsciously muttered a curse. The fright faded away, leaving a small smile of amusement in its place. He even scared himself sometimes.Delirium Worldbuilding: Waking to Nightmare by MetaKnightRoxMySox
There was a small rustling to his right, where a pink bed and several stuffed creatures were, all various shades of rose. The small girl that was sleeping there had turned over, her face pale in the light of a princess night light. Her eyes flickered behind her eyelids with nightmares, a small moan escaping. He stilled and watched, barely breathing. If she woke, it might ruin everything. Why did his body refuse to move, to simply slip away and close the door?
The girl gasped, blue eyes fluttering open. He could hear her breath coming in short, panicked bursts, slowing down as the nightmare faded from reality. It was several moments before she spotted him there in the doorway, a curious look written on his mask. She sat up, clutching her blankets, too frightened to scream.
Breaking from his indecision, h
Delirium Worldbuilding: WaterRain pattered on the small square window of the basement. He watched the drops race each down the pane as the sound of family night drifted down from upstairs. He wanted to stand in it, to take off his masks and let it wash him clean. But he couldn’t. Someone would see, and that was always the problem. He shifted his position on the concrete floor a little. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on his knee.Delirium Worldbuilding: Water by MetaKnightRoxMySox
More laughter from above. His fists clenched as he suddenly felt the need to do something. He cracked open the window, leaning into the rush of cool spring air. It wasn’t enough. He looked around the dank basement, as if anything besides ghosts could have arrived while he was watching. Then, he hesitantly lifted off the mask of porcelain that covered his disfigured face.
A few raindrops found their way inside, and he stuck out his hand to catch more. The sensation of water trickling its way along the irritated red folds of his skin caused him to shiver. It was pleasant, though
Delirium Worldbuilding: Dear Family"Dear family,Delirium Worldbuilding: Dear Family by MetaKnightRoxMySox
I hate you. You wouldn't know me, but I am indeed genetically related to you. Your first genetic experiment, in fact. How much money did you waste on me? A couple thousand? More like one hundred thousand? Even a million? I'm sure you're sad about that.
You can never know what hell this existence is, but that doesn't mean I can't make your own lives torture. Soon, you will know the meaning of the darker things on this Earth. For years have I suffered, alone and outcast. But for years I have honed my craft. I could be so much worse, if I wished. Some days I wonder why I'm not.
You don't know what it's like to be two years old, abandoned in a field because you didn't come out right. You don't know what it's like to have to learn to take care of yourself, to steal for survival. You don't know what it's like to be alone, day after day, to teach yourself everything through any means necessary. You don't know what it's like to have something wrong with you, not in your perfect l
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