okay, this is based off of Pewds and Lost the lights from Amnesia. I might do some Reader stories along with my video game stories. This is the first one I'm doing, and if you like it, I'll do Slender. >:3 --------------- Lost the Lights Chapter One I stood up stretching and looking around groggily. I bent over backwards, my hair landing in my eyes. I had to blow it all out of my face. My eyes were a milk chocolate color, darting around the room. I swore I woke up in a different castle everyday, but I only had one mission. Find the lights. That's right, I lost the lights. I'm a genius. I'll have to say it for the millionth time. It was an accident! I looked through the dressers to find a pair of shorts, a shirt, some undergarments. Everything I needed. I shuffled into the bathroom, taking a shower and changing into clean clothes. I sleep in my clothes from the time I put them on to when the day is done. Believe me. Taking a shower and putting clean clothes on is a relief from sleeping in sweaty clothes covered in bro blood. It's just nasty. I groaned, my red hair in my face as I rinsed it out in the polar cold water. To a lot of people, that's fucking freezing. To me, one word. HEAVEN. I stepped out, drying myself off, and putting my clothes on. My light brown eyes darted around for my brush, quickly picking it up and brushing it through, picking up the towel and drying excess water. I looked at myself. 'Girl, you're a wreck. Mother ****ing sleep for once.' Yeah, I'd love to. Those bags under my eyes means I sleep worth shit. I sighed, stepping out of the bathroom and back into room temperature. I slumped to the dressers, opening the drawer and snatching a pair of socks. I sat on the unmade bed, putting them on and scanned the room for my shoes. I hopped off the right side and shuffled to the left, seeing my sneakers. I slipped them on, considering I just popped them off with the shoe laces still tied to sleep. The only reason I can't sleep is because of a stupid nightmare. It's pissing me off, constantly waking me up in the middle of the night, then I can't sleep again. I sighed, grabbing my satchel off a chair and flung it over my shoulders. It had my name and some kind of symbol embroidered on it. I shuffled to the desk across the room, seeing the letter. Dear Wendy, Hope you slept well- Oh the irony. -yesterday, and you didn't get hurt. Remember, it won't always be this easy. It'll get harder, more difficult and you'll have to push yourself. Welcome to day five of your mission. -Luna Yeah. Luna's the chick I lost the lights to. The snack table was calling me, and I thought she was a good guy. Maybe I should've listened when my mom said GUARD THE LIGHTS WITH ALL YOUR LIFE, WENDY. Shit. I tried. What a shitty 19th birthday too, I guess. I stuffed the letter from Luna into my bag, and looked through all the drawers. I gathered the oil and my lantern, ready for day five to begin. Lights, here I come.
Lost the Lights Chapter Two As I began to walk, I heard a whisper. "Wendy! Pssst!" I ignored it and kept walking. "Wennndyyy!" Shit. "Steven, no. I was about to get killed." "Honest mistake, Wen!" "Yeah. Fuck you and your mistakes." I leaned against the hall table, talking to the small golden figure, Steven. "Wendy, you know she controls me too." I rolled my eyes, tucking hair behind my ear,"So?" "Pleeeeeaaaaase?" I groaned. "Fine. But if I get chased by Bro, I'll throw you down the corridor and leave you there for the damn mannequins to eat." He feigned a fake hurt look, rolling his eyes and standing from his kneeling position and standing, holding his staff. I think he's supposed to be a golden model of a Shepard or some shit like that, I guess. I picked him up easily, beginning to walk down the corridors. "So why does Luna put you here? In the castle? For each day?" "Because she doesn't want you getting lost or anything like that." He said, resting against the staff. "But it doesn't matter. I have a map." "Yeah, but that map is pretty much worthless, considering all the rooms and corridors look alike." He chirped, pointing to a door. I opened it, looking around. There were seven barrels. Geez, Luna. Could you stuff any more barrels in this room the size of a bathroom? I sighed, snatching the keys labeled to random rooms, and grabbed more oil for my damn lantern. As I began to walk out the door, I heard Steven about to say something before a mannequin popped up in my face, and I screeched. I yanked my lanterns back, spilling oil onto my arm. I dropped Steven, but he tapped his staff against the golden stand he was stuck onto and floated to the ground and landed softly. "Holy mother of god and everything good and holy-" "Wendy!" "Steven! Why the fuck didn't you say anything?" I asked, sniffing as I picked him up. My hands were shaking considering I just spilled hot ass oil on my arms and I got scared by a naked mannequin. "But-Don't move." Steven began and froze, looking up at me. I mouthed back, "Why?" He glanced behind him. Someone was behind me. I heard the heavy breathing, and I glanced back. It was Bro. I screamed, running out of the room and down the dimly lit hallway, scolding Steven. "Steven, you're such an asshole!" I screamed, glancing down at him, back and then back at my path. "I'm sorry! I didn't know he was there this time! Luna didn't tell me anything about Bro being in the first room-GRAB THE HAMMER WOMAN!" He said, pointing to a rusty hammer that was on my left hand side. "My hands are full, you jackass!" He groaned, rolling his eyes as a purple aura grabbed the hammer for me. I opened my bag, quickly shoving the keys inside and Steven too, my hand snatching the hammer before it hit the stone flooring. I stopped abruptly, Bro running ahead a foot or two before turning around to face me. I smirked, gripping the hammer as Steven was probably freaking out in the claustrophobic bag I put him in.
Lost the Lights Chapter Three Yup I smirked, swinging the hammer into Bro's head. The eew made a creepy moaning noise, slashing forward. I felt the slice down on the cooled oil. Well shit, mini armor. I pulled the hammer out of it's head, then swinging sideways, finally seeing the pink brains and maroon blood leak from it's skull as it fell defeated to the ground. I dropped the hammer on it's stomach. "Is it gone?" Asked Steven, peeking his head out of the black bag. "Yeah, I killed the cockroach." I snorted, removing Steven from my bag, and he carefully peeled the melted oils on my arm. I filled my lantern. As we continued, we spoke. "So, how many more days?" "Depending on your pace, like how it's been for the past five days, two to four more." I rolled my eyes. "But if you slow down, five to seven." He yawned. "Are you Russian or something?" I asked, glancing down at the living golden action figure in my hand. "Yeah. I was a Russian Shepard." "Oh... I thought that was a costume..." I coughed, glancing around. A mother ****ing boiler room. In a castle. All's legit, considering my sanity isn't worth what a camel could spit. Which is worth shit. HEY. IM A POET AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT. Shit just got real. I yawned, glancing around. "Now what?" He asked, looking around. I snorted, fooling with parts of machinery and things began to crank and churn and move. Click... Click... Click.. Shit. That doesn't sound like machine- "Wendy." I stood still, frozen. "What?" "Run." Yup. That bitch put a time bomb in the boiler room. Shit, could this get any difficult? Soon, the bricks of the castle began to cave in. I pick the best time to ask questions for conditions.
Lost the Lights Chapter Four I began to run. "No time for fun and games!" I scowled, stuffing Steven in my bag. I could hear him muffled yelling at me in the cloth, but considering the room was collapsing, I ran out into a narrowly, brightly lit hallway, but it was still somewhat dim. I felt somewhat dizzy, then held out my lantern in front of me, everything getting a normal light. At the end of the narrowing and collapsing corridor, I saw one thing I could never climb. Spiral. Stairs. I groaned, running up the stairs, tripping once or twice, and the stairs collapsing right after me putting my feet on them. My heart was pounding in my chest, I was panting, and I had another flight of them to go. "Son of a bitch-" I moaned, pulling myself through the flight. I stood at the top of a dirt path, then that path surrounded by trees. Another Godamn castle? I looked down at the last castle I was in. Did it just collapse? I stood on my tippy toes, seeing such a thing was true. That whole castle collapsed. And if Steven didn't say anything, I wouldn't have lived, or lived long enough to figure out it was a bomb. Then a giant ember burst, throwing rocks into the air. I watched as it burned the walls and the furniture of Castle DuMont. Well, off to the next. We sat on the dirt path, taking a breather and looking at the map. "Wendy! IM SUFFOCATING IN THIS BAG"- "No you're not. Shut the fuck up." It went quiet before he broke his off button. "Wendy?" "WHAT?" "Sheesh, I was just going to ask to let me see the map." I harshly stuck my hand in my bag, ripped him out and set him on the dirt. "Jesus, that was like molesting me-" "Please. You're like, twenty-three or something like that." I said, rolling my eyes. "Twenty-four." "Whatever. Just look at the map, not me or my face or my-" Steven honked,"Dat ass." I arched and eyebrow, flicking him over. He whined,"What castle are we going to next?" I arched both of my eyebrows now. "Wendy's Nightmare." He pushed himself back up with his staff, biting his lip. "I don't think you might make this one." What? Bitch please. Wendy doesn't... Age: 9 I giggled, spinning in circles as I danced in class, chirping. "Mrs.Meltzer, look! I did it!" I squeaked, showing her my math. Sure I was 9, but I was born late in the year and started school earlier than everyone else. I was in fifth grade, and that's where all the fears grew. I was afraid to speak in class, but could talk to my friends, and my family and my teachers if it was the separation. I can't mix the groups. Perfectionist. That was the year I began to easily lose my memory, and became afraid of the Hoover Dam, heights and elevators. My best friend was named Bradley Quinn, and god did I love him. Cutest kid ever, but with a single playful push, he fell off the Dam.... I didn't return to school for the next week to avoid murder. I watched him land, standing only a foot away. The crimson leaked from his mouth, and the rain sprang from my eyes as I fell to my knees. "B-Bradley!" I shrilled, listening as his neck cracked and everyone froze, watching the girl with fire for hair. Tabby looked at me in horror as I was talking to a corpse. Like I didn't know he died. "B-Bradley J-James, p-please answer me...." "Wendy.." Said Mrs.Zilles, walking over. I was a G.A.T.E Student with Bradley. This was supposed to be a fun field trip. Well guess what? "B-Bradley! I said answer me!" I screamed. Maybe the thought of murder didn't make it through my head. "Wendy, I'm so sorry..." "It isn't your fault." I said, looking up at the ledge he fell from, pointing with a black nail. The two boys above were frozen, their eyes locked on mine. Later on in the elevator, it was a shaky elevator, large, small, I began to panic as I was shoved back and forth. Jesus Christ, give me some space! Next was in sixth grade, still getting over Bradley's death... Age: 11 Science class. Easy. We were going over sea animals. I got the shit scared out of me by a lamprey. End of story. -get scared.... "Wendy?" My eyes were glazed over with pain and tears. "B-Bradley..." I said, covering my mouth. The pain and the hurt and the memories began to flood back in again, and I burst into sobs. "What? Who?" "H-He's going to be there! I'm going to see him fall, get my heart stabbed again and bleed..." I said in between sobs. Maybe I wasn't as tough as I hoped I'd be. I'm still a little girl on the inside. "Oh Wendy.." "No! I can't!" I sniffled. "Wendy, I promise it'll be fine..." He said, trying to comfort me. "No! You can't! No one can promise it will be fine except Bradley!" I said, pointing a finger at Steven, shouting. This time I did hurt Steven. "Wendy! That was ten years ago, get the hell over it!" He shouted, pointing at me. I was still fucking tired from the castle, and then I realized something. The day was over. I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I fell over, and began to faint out... "Wendy! Wendy! Wendy..." I shut my eyes, and off to sleep I could try to savor...