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Here's my submission for CN's KOTL fanfiction contest. Do see if you can catch all the references. Thanks for reading!
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10/10 would read again
What a pal you are, Mr. Oof.
The hunched, small figure of a man in a black cloak walked down the metal hallway, his footsteps very nearly silent. It felt as though the atmosphere all around him was about to burst, as though some terrible thing was about to occur.
The man reached a scanner. Adjusting the excessively large, white felt hat on his head, he turned and faced it.
“HAT AUTHENTIC. ACCESS GRANTED.” a robotic voice stated flatly.
The wall in front of him folded away, revealing a path forward, and the man hurriedly walked down it before it closed behind him.
The room was absolutely bizarre. Of course, considering how eccentric the owner of the room was, this was hardly a surprise. But still, this was quite a lot.
A bookshelf stood against one corner, crammed to the brim with what seemed like journals. To the other side of the room, a collection of extremely odd things were placed together on a table, including a hockey stick, a bowl of half-eaten ice cream, several sets of dice that one might use to play Dungeons and Dragons, an old laptop that looked like it was made prior to 2010, a white knight from a chess set, and a pink expo marker, among others.
Across the third wall stood the obligatory pile of hats. So, so many hats. The man recognized Freddy’s, a purple jester’s, a red one with wings attached to the side, even one that appeared to resemble the original Mad Hatter’s from Alice in Wonderland.
In the center of everything stood a pair of ordinary sunglasses on a raised podium. The fluorescent light in the room was placed directly above it, seeming to shine down on the unremarkable item.
But of course, the man didn’t really pay any attention to this. The thing he noticed was all of the messages carved into the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling, in every available crevice and nook that there was.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
“I’ve developed a taste for this.”
“Please, can’t anybody help me?”
“I’m scared.”
“I will always be there for you.”
“Celeste is a hidden gem.” What?
“The true monster was inside of all of us all along.”
“Everything he’s been telling you is wrong.”
“Some things are best left forgotten.”
“Stop lying to yourself.”
“Nobody was paying any attention.”
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“Things are never going to get better.”
These messages went on and on and on, and interspersed between them were a pair of letters. “MB.” “MB,” repeated everywhere.
“What does it mean, what does it mean?” the man muttered to himself. He popped a pill in his mouth - not an invincibility one, mind you. Just something to steady his nerves, keep him calm. So what if it was filled with enough drugs to kill four ordinary people?
“How can I judge something perfect?”
“Nobody should have to go through this.”
“Shot through the heart, and you’re too late.”
“Take me, but leave these good men alive.”
“Nothing can save you now.”
“Better check the time, that’s what the clock is for.”
“Don’t pretend to know what’s going on.”
“It might be hard, but I can assure you that there’s no better place to rest.”
“Is this where you want to be?”
“Make it stop. Please.”
“Fancy seeing you here.”
The man whirled to the sound of the voice. There in the doorway stood the person who made the room they both stood.
“Tut, tut, tut, Doctor.” Sure, the word “mad” was in his name, but he’d never heard his companion this… angry before. “I thought you were supposed to be intelligent? Isn’t that your thing?”
The man didn’t have time to respond before feeling a sudden, sharp pain through his chest. He looked down to see the thin, incredibly sharp blade through his chest.
It came from the wall, he thought, just as he dropped to his knees, gargling blood.
The other fellow present walked over, an absolutely insane grin on his face.
“Please… don’t kill me.”
“Kill you? You should know that I can’t kill you. You’ll just respawn. Besides, you still have a role to play.”
The other man drew near until their two faces were just inches apart, the light shining down on them.
“We’re going to have so much FUN together, you and I! HAHAHAHA!”