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KYM Horror Story

Last posted Aug 14, 2011 at 12:00AM EDT. Added Aug 03, 2011 at 02:59AM EDT
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Natsuru stood on the balcony, listening closely to the wind. She could swear she heard laughs. Soon she found the source, a small skull tied to a stick. She reached out to touch it, but it sparked and she pulled her hand away. “Only one with a truely evil heart can claim that wand, and this castle.” Said a voice behind her. She weeled around, trying to find the source of the voice.

A black shape appeared, carrying a large blood stained scythe. “This shall be your end little girl.”

Aug 07, 2011 at 11:57PM EDT

Now that they were out of trouble, Wheatley began to look about for those that went ahead of them. Why? Well…he was sort of getting attached.


The starved beast craved blood, which was not flowing bountifully enough. Reeling in its lair, it decided now was the time to take matters into its own hands. Actually, it preferred this. Getting its claws stained with the entrails of the fallen was a pleasure. The creature, cloaked in shadow, had an ever-changing amorphous quality to it. Its size couldn’t be determined in the dark, nor could much of anything else. Nose to the air, it sniffed out those fresh-beating hearts and scowled at the scent of steel and wires. Technology. Unless it was being used to rip flesh off bone and strain blood from bodies, it was loathsome. Moving fast towards the upper sanctum, it meant to deal with an important matter of business. One of the living was too close for comfort to its observatory. Its destination--the balcony. It could already taste Natsuru’s sweet life nectar running down its throat.

Wheatley noticed a an empty shaft near the end of the corridor--an out-of-order lift from the looks of it. He glanced back to Rinsan and Kalmo, who were just regrouping. At the corner of his eye however, he saw something dark move swiftly up the shaft. “What…Guys! I found a way up, but it might be bloody dangerous.”

Last edited Aug 08, 2011 at 01:15AM EDT
Aug 08, 2011 at 01:14AM EDT

Seeing that the odd blue eyed ball could talk, The ball instructed them to go for a lift, Seeing that he has wings, picked up the ball, flew up there and waited for the rest to follow.

Aug 08, 2011 at 01:36AM EDT

ANN jumps in the way of the of the scythe, losing an arm in the process
“run Natsuru!”
Natsuru Runs, Ann Stays

Aug 08, 2011 at 05:12PM EDT

Chiken and Hat became the main admins of KYM and KYM has devolved into something far worse than Paheal amalgamated with OhInternet. End of story.

Aug 13, 2011 at 03:42AM EDT

And then he started ramming it, ramming it, ramming it home! And the only time he stopped, was too take a swig of whiskey!! Anyway, yeah, end of story.

Aug 13, 2011 at 04:36AM EDT

Well, there was a long period of time in which nothing happened. Whatever was going down up above was unfolding slowly, like some long, awkward pause.

The shaft left Wheatley and his newly acquired winged friend at the observatory, which looked…pretty good. No really. No blood on the walls, no stains, not even a perfectly settled layer of dust. Books on the massive shelves around them were all neatly organized, and a large balcony behind rustling curtains allowed fresh air from outside to carry in. The fireplace was lit, but it crackled quietly.

Oh! This is…rather unexpected, isn’t it? Rather suspicious. He looked about for his friends, only to see a silhouette behind the curtain. One that was shaped an awful lot like a full-grown human male and not a monster. Wheatley rolled over until he went through the curtain, but upon doing so, he realized there was nothing there. The balcony was partially collapsed, and it had the age and decay that was absent from the room he just came from. “Definitely suspicious.” Wheatley’s pupil shrank when he spun about, realizing how dark it suddenly was. Even the light that was supposed to be behind that curtain from the fire going in the conservatory was absent. “Hello? Hello!?”

“You’ve met a terrible fate, haven’t you?”

Rotating towards the sound of the voice, Wheatley beheld what looked like a small wooden statue of a boy in green with pointed ears and an unsettling face. He backed away, only to run into one that had appeared right behind him. “Arahaagh! What’s going on!? Leave me alone! I just want to go home!” On second thought, home was the least of his desired places to be. A homicidal-insane disc operating system wanted him to suffer back there, and she was in charge of the place. He was so frightened, he backed through the curtain again, only to find that the cozy observatory he left was now full of those wooden statues of that same awful boy.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

WHAT? WHAT? SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE WHAT? I take it back! Whatever it is I did, I take it back!”

But statues continued to appear out of thin air, weighing the rotten wooden floor of the circular room. The stress was audible. The sound of it creaking as it was slowly giving way only fueled Wheatley’s panic. While it started snapping, his eye stared straight up at a pair of gleaming eyes that glared back down at him. The creature it belonged to was impossible to see due to the lighting, but it was then that the core was certain of its doom.

As the floor beneath him crumbled and gave way, Wheatley fell into the darkness below, screaming all the way down, able to still hear the voice that called after him despite his yelling.

“You shouldn’t have seen him, Wheatley.”

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Aug 13, 2011 at 05:03AM EDT

Seeing that his new friend was no where to be seen, Death searched the room but the observatory was mysteriously empty.

“Strange, that talking ball was there a second ago.”

Death investigated some more and found a door that lead to a dark spiral stair case that seem to go on forever unless you had 80 stars. Death progressed through the stairs seeing that it got more and more dark, thankfully he had very sharp eyes in the dark so it was no problem. He heard strange noises down below……..screaming…..Death finally came to the end after what seemed like forever and saw that he was in a sort of dungeon which held many tortured souls.

“Who ever owns this castle is trying to steal my swag, This looks ‘Too’ much like my castle.”

“You…..I will make you wish you could die, you broke into my castle for your own gain i will never forgive the likes of you,YOU SHALL STAY HERE FOR ALL TIME!”

The spiral stair case then coiled up together which blocked the exit, Death sensed other souls in the hall ways who where murderous and insane with hunger, Death then progressed into the bowels of the dungeon with scythe ready.

*"You cant kill, whats already dead."
The reaper the put on a sinister smile and knew he was going to have fun with this.

Aug 13, 2011 at 09:45PM EDT

Pwnzer picked up a funny looking stick with a skull attached during the chaos.
“Hey, what’s this thing-”
A dark energy beam shot out of the stick and vaporized the entire nation of Madagascar before they could shut down everything.
“….All right! I’m keeping this!”

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Aug 13, 2011 at 10:14PM EDT

Natsuru awoke, and found herself saved from a long fall to her dead by a conveniently placed Gargoyle. “Thank god… I thought I was a goner.”

“Wheatly, Ann!?!”

Aug 13, 2011 at 10:20PM EDT

Wheatley’s optic flickered on, lids flexing until everything was booted back up. “Uugh…W-where…?” He went quiet, hearing the echo of his groan bounce back to him. He was in some sort of vast, empty chamber. He could hear dripping deep within. A spark flew when he tried to adjust his lower bracket and right himself. Though he didn’t sustain any ‘fatal’ injuries, chances are a few parts were on the fritz. His bulb for his flashlight, for starters, was completely shattered. The sound of its glass shards rolling inside him rattled whenever he moved.

HELLOOO? IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?” Outthereoutthereouthere

At first, he heard nothing but his own voice. Fancy that. How long would it take for him to get tired of hearing it?

Then, he started to hear footsteps gaining in on him from above. Terrified, he rolled back into the shadows to avoid being kicked or stepped on, but a faint light from above began to grow brighter in stages. Brighter and brighter it became, revealing flesh sculptures fused to the walls and stirring. Undead fingers flexed, legs twitched, hissing and gurgling began to fill the gaps between footfalls. “Yes. may the bowels of my castle claim you. May you remain here with my minions for all of eternity.”

Death suddenly came into view, followed by twisting and jerking zombie goasts. “Watch out!” Wheatley cried, as the winged fellow came speeding his way. At this rate he was going to end up getting Falcon Kick’d through a wall.

Aug 13, 2011 at 10:43PM EDT

He saw the talking ball in the darkness and felt hope for once, then the ball instructed him to watch out for something looked, behind himself and saw many tortured zombie ghoasts, He then flew with all his might towards the ball and swiped it off the ground.

“Hello there jolly old friend!”

“Please don’t let go of me whatever you do!” Yelled the strange ball.

The zombie ghoast where lost in the darkness but a new threat came, Slender, skinny, Gremlin type beasts where giving chase and gaining fast. Death was trying all the evasive maneuvers that he knew but as he dodged the halls seem to bend and swerve in strange ways that made it difficult to dodge attack properly as though they where snakes, There where holes in the walls and ceiling where which many more slender beast came pouring in like water.

“Whacktem hallip!”
Death yelled as he tried to cast a dark ball but the darkness would not bend to his command it wasn’t regular darkness it was ADVANCED DARKNESS.

“Hey um i cant exactly counter the beasts, the darkness is different here, so im going to have to ask you to look for a place to hide!”

Thier lives depended on the balls advanced sight. Death swalled hard as he waited for a response.

Aug 13, 2011 at 11:13PM EDT

Apparently, Death couldn’t hear the rattling shards of glass in Wheatley’s…um…I guess we can call it his head. And unfortunately, it would take him a minute to realize that he could see without the flashlight if he put his mind to his programming software. Aragagah! Alright! Holdonholdon I got it! Okay, here we…go!“ His pupil dilated and dimmed slightly. ”Ah! Ahaha! It works! Oh wow, you’re not going to believe this. They told me, if I turned on the infrared scope I would die. Huh!"

But the various hissings from the monsters around them reminded the core that now was not the time to celebrate. “Aaah! Right! There’s a narrow chute up ahead! Hold on to me and we just might be able to slide through!”

Abominations. One dead and the other a lie encased in metal and wires. There was a proper minion waiting at the deepest dungeon for the two. The only problem was, the chute they were headed for split into two. One would lead to the vile beast below. The other would lead right outside, like a storm-drain, that would empty them out just above where Natsuru was hanging from a gargoyle.

Last edited Aug 13, 2011 at 11:47PM EDT
Aug 13, 2011 at 11:47PM EDT

Death flew through with difficulty and glided (having such a small place to fly in) until he came up to where the chute split up, he sat down to think about which way to go and pondered,

Okay I know these type of things the left side is always the bad one because for some reason evil is always affiliated with left but then the keeper could have expected that and moved it to the right but then the owner would have expected them to expect that so he would have put it right anyways.

“*I GOT IT, Well go left-I mean to the right!”*

The Reaper flew down the right shaft hoping that his choice was the wise one.

Last edited Aug 14, 2011 at 12:04AM EDT
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:00AM EDT

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