Deserted
“Ah, fuck it.” You mutter to yourself as you decide to open the door. If anyone was there you would apologies and for all you know perhaps the arrow maker was in there and needed your help. It was perfectly reasonable to go in and if it wasn't the friendly arrow maker. You flex you paw and extend your claws. “Welcome to the jungle.” Bitterly you say this to yourself more than to whoever may be inside. With a plan for the good and the bad you push the door fully open with one swift kick of your foot.
You look around quickly, eyes darting around equally for danger as it was for help. Disappointment washes though you as you see nothing in the room. Nothing. No beds, no food storage, no clothes. Nothing!! You emotions start fraying at the edges. It couldn't be. You dart into the room. Looking around again you and relax when you see it wasn't completely empty as you original feared. There were three cases, rough and worn. They looked like old carry-on cases. Maybe someone crash-landed here? Your fears eased up as you make quick strides to the suit cases.
Once in front of the suit cases you notice some writing craved into the wall. After staring at arrows and other symbols for survival you recognize it as your arrow makers marks. You chose to read it allowed. To add noise to the silence or to reassure yourself, you not sure which.
“Welcome costume wearer's. I like you, was once trapped in a suit and transformed not into a beast but as a sex that was not born. I came across this shack and the marked things to help others caught in this cruel devil's magic. Before making the choice you too must make.” The guy talks funny, that was fucking sure, but he was your only hope so you continued to read out loud.
“In these three odd travel trunks are other costumes.” Your heart wilts at this news. What the fuck! “In order to return home you must change into multiple forms. Demons that consume your flesh and change your form before finding the one that returns you home.” Shit. Fuck. You think as you force yourself to finish the last sentences. “You can only choose one. Or you can choose none. I selected this path for myself and pry for my families forgiveness. May the reader of this wall have more strength than I. I'll wait for those who don't prevail.”
You had to choose one? And continue on in another costume, in another world no doubt. To find your way home. That fucking sucks! Enraged but not without hope, you had some bad times but were you going to though in the towel completely? Fuck no! Without thinking, you through open.
Written by psto1464 on 10 September 2018
