Rohan was panicking, looking around the room frantically to find a place to hide. Not helped by the sounds of the squelching footsteps of the creature getting closer. Then his eye caught the bed, the bottom was wide enough for him to give in. And so Rohan went under the bed, clasping his mouth shut, praying to all the gods he knew that this thing wouldn't find him. It didn't take long for the foul stench of the beast to enter the room.
He could see its grotesque legs and sharp fingers trailing behind it. The memory of its long fingers tearing his abdomen flash by his mind making him whimper accidentally. The creature stopped suddenly, black liquid dripping to the floor. Rohan bites his tongue to not making any more sounds. Sweat covered his body as he looked at its leg which was walking towards the bed.
Rohan shuts his eyes as a few tears escape from his eyes as the rotting smell crept even closer. Suddenly, everything went quiet. Too quiet, but that disgusting stench was still there, closer actually. Hesitantly opened his eyes…
To find that he was face to face with the monster, grinning up at him.
"̷͔̋͂̅̂ɐ̷̨̡̡̮͎͚͚̤̩̩̺̂̒̇H̴̟̭̳̦͈̘̱̗̳͎͓̪̟͑̈́̂͋̂̊̍̂̈̄ɐ̶̛̛̠͕̞̳̟̮̫̲̟̉̏̾͑̎̅̈͝ɥ̷͉̥̘̖͚͇͓̅̌͌͂͗∀̸̨̢̨̧̙̬̼̳̙͚̖͈̈́̃̃̐̔̑̎́̓͌̐͑͠͝Ḧ̸̛͈́̈͂͒̆̀̄̈̌͂́̄̏͝ɐ̵̘͚̠̯̹͇̈́̃̆͜͝H"
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Rohan gasped, clutching his chest, before grabbing his eye and private area, making sure all of it was intact and not separate from him. Once he's sure there was nothing missing from his body, he drops to his knees and begins sobbing. What the fuck was happening? He was sure he died twice from the creature and yet when he closed his eyes, he was back in this bloodless room all recovered and fully intact. Is he cursed?
Doomed to die horribly by this creature, only for it to repeat again and again and again!? Was it punishment for taking his own life? The jingle of the door plays again, indicating that the monster has entered the house. Rohant bites his tongue and pulls at his hair, not even caring for the pain. He bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, but honestly, after everything, it was barely worth mentioning.
What to do? Is there anything he can do? Rohan then spots a baseball under the bed, which he grabs. But now what? Rohan could hear the footsteps slowly ascending the stairs; he needed to act quickly! Then an idea popped into his head, the door to the master bedroom was open.
And since it was dark, it might be unable to see the ball move from this direction. So, Rohan chucked the ball out of the room and into the master bedroom, which faced each other. A loud noise could be heard. Rohan quickly hid behind the door as the loud squelching noises of the monster's footsteps passed by the kids' room and into the master bedroom. That was the time to leave. Rohan commanded every part of his body to move as fast as it could.
And so, he moved quickly, the quickest in his life. Despite that, it seems his plan was already figured out by the monster, as it bellowed an ear-piercing shriek before giving chase. Rohan eyed the front door, but even if he leaves the house with how fast this thing is, it will no doubt catch before he takes ten steps away from the house. But he needed to make a decision quickly! He dashed towards the kitchen, spotting the knife rack.
He gripped the one that had the biggest handle and turned around and blindly swung. Rohan was rewarded by the sight of the knife cutting into the monster's long fingers, it was reaching for him, only for its claws to be cut separately by him. The monster let out a screech which disturbingly sounds like a woman's. It backs away as black blood sprays out of its wound and into Rohan's clothes and face. He was hoping it would back off, that it would scurry off after getting hurt.
Instead, it retaliated by using the other hand, aiming for his face. Rohan moved back, but the claws still reached him. Suddenly, his vision went completely red and sharp pain could be felt throughout his face, mainly in both of his eyes. He screamed, dropping the knife accidentally, holding onto his bleeding face. He couldn't see anything anymore, but before anything else could happen, Rohan started to cough out blood. As completely unseen by him, the creature sank all five digits inside his abdomen.
The creature removed its claws, blood leaking out of the five new holes in Rohan's body. He moved to a fetal position as the monster shrieked repeatedly, slashing at him with its remaining claws. After thirty minutes have passed, Rohan dies from blood loss.
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3
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Rohan, this time, did not gasp; he finds himself in this god forsaken room. His entire body shook, though not just because he was traumatized from this event, but oddly, a small part of him was frustrated. He was close, so close to escape with his life, if he hadn't hesitated and continued to use the knife at the creature, he would never have experienced his most painful death in this damned loop. That monster knew what it was doing; it deliberately made sure not to kill him too quickly to make him suffer. That was an experience he refused to live through once again.
Still, before his death, he had hurt the creature. If it bleeds, it could die. Rohan flinched when the jingle caught its ear, and the creature was back in the house again. He quickly rushed to grab the baseball underneath the bed, but kept it in his hand. The previous time, that ball trick while buying some time, didn't do much in the end.
Rohan feels around the ball, and he nearly forgot how hard they are. That's why he had a fear of playing such a sport, often imagining himself batting only for the ball to break his nose. He could use this. Rohan looks around the room for anything else he could use, but finds nothing.
And it would be far too risky to get to the other rooms to check for anything useful. He just would have to deal with what he has at the moment. Rohan's heart quickened as the familiar noise of squelching could be heard, ascending the stairs. He quickly summarized his plan. Once the creature was in view, he would throw the ball as hard as he could, aiming at the head. Once that lands, while it's stunned, he would hit the creature for good measure. Then he would go downstairs as fast as he could to grab a knife and try to slay the creature.
That was the plan, though unfortunately, it was half-baked at best. While the start may be good, what happens when Rohan gets the knife? There was no guarantee he would win! He couldn't come up with more stuff for the plan, as the foul smell crept closer and closer. Rohan licks his lip and tightens his hold on the baseball.
As the noises got closer, he noticed his arm shaking. He took a deep breath, and once the creature was on view, freezing when looking at him, he threw the ball as hard as he possibly could. It successfully hit its face, making it stumble as more black substance escaped from its mouth from the blow. Rohan runs up to the creature, ignoring his doubts, fears and desire to run to face the beast.
Don't get it twisted, he was very much afraid of the creature, but that doesn't matter, because when his fist crashed into its jaw. Memories of pain and misery caused by the creature angered him, and all that rage was delivered in a single punch. It had felt amazing, so amazing he forgot he was supposed to run away after the first strike, instead punching it one more time before running downstairs. He ignores the sound of creatures gurgling, and once his shoes touch the first floor, the loud and furious screech of the creature can be heard throughout the house. That sound would most certainly give him nightmares, but that didn't matter right now.
Rohan pulled the largest knife out of its sheath along with a smaller one for good measure. The grotesque form of the creature was in sight; it had jumped from the stairs and was looking at Rohan angrily. Its pissed at him all right. The creature charged at him on all fours. I intentionally threw a smaller knife in the direction of the monstrous creature. It didn't do much damage because he didn't throw it properly, the unsharpened part of the knife hitting its face, though; the impact did slow the monster down somewhat.
Rohan just barely had time to react, grabbing the metal fruit bowl to block her long nails that would no doubt damage him severely if they landed. Rohan slices off two of the ten fingers from the creature, which makes it roar and recoil in pain. This time, while it was distracted, Rohan thrusts the knife, aiming for the throat. The sharp point easily pierces the creature's throat, making black blood splash everywhere. The creature makes a gurgling sound as Rohan struggles to push the knife deeper.
Despite its lanky, thin frame, the creature's skin was tough. He's afraid the knife would break before it could go all the way in, but it didn't matter as the creature grabbed him before savagely throwing Rohan to the window. He yelped when his back made contact, the glass forming cracks, and the pain caused him to drop the fruit bowl. Rohan coughs violently as he forces himself to stand up.
The creature pulled the knife away its throat, the steel being contained by the black substance. It threw it away before slowly marching towards Rohan, one of its hands holding the neck wound to stop more blood from spilling. His confidence rose, which did a lot of damage; just a couple more hits and this monster will die! Rohan raises his fist, ready to fight.
The creature makes more gurgling noises as it tries to swipe at him, which Rohan moves away from, but its long nails still manage to cut his arm, leaving large cuts on his elbows, causing him to cry, but he steadied himself, gritting his teeth. He ignored the pain, after everything that had happened, something like that was nothing. Rohan launches a barrage of wild haymakers aimed at the creature's head. After the third strike to face, the monster fell down, twitching, but Rohan knew it wasn't over. Rohan couldn't allow himself to hesitate like last time.
Rohan brings his leg up and starts to bring it down on the already abused head of the creature. Tears welled up in his eyes, remembering all the times his body was torn apart by this sadistic being. Each memory further brings more power to his legs. By the time he brought its leg up by the 20th time, he was covered in black blood. And his lungs felt as if they were on fire, but he continued his assault.
Fifty more stomps to the head later did he finally allowed himself to stop, his amber-eyed stare at the mess before him. The creature lay motionless, head pulverized, with no trace of it aside from a couple of patches of torn skin. The once dusty, but relatively clean halls were now bathed in the black liquid, just as Rohan was. He glared hatefully at the dead monster; just thinking about its existence left a rotten taste in his mouth. But it was dead now, finally he was free from this monster's clutches and the death loop.
Then suddenly, he blinks, to his astonishment, a floating thing appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
[LEVEL UP!]
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[NAME: ROHAN] [LV: 2] [67%]
What the fuck?