Painting in art class :D

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"So what hellish landscape lies behind door number five thousand and twenty eight? Ladiessss gentleman and non-binary companion?"

Blake wanted to laugh at Conrad's ridiculous banter, but they were too tired, and a series of groans that sounded off from Charlie and Kally testified to Blake's thoughts. They had been walking for hours, and every time they dared to stop it seemed that somehow some horrible monster found them. At this point, Blake found themselves more annoyed by the Faceless than fearful, and given their level of cowardice it was beginning to feel like they were running out of wits. The troublesome thoughts of 'give in and it'll end' had long since began to creep in from some dark corner inside them.

"Can I stab him?" Charlie reached for the sharp stick Kally had taken from her since they had defeated the Red Player back in the Shut Down Waterpark. Throwing away the stick was sadly not an option, given Charlie would leave and backtrack to get it, and as troublesome as the black haired girl was they had to stick together.

"No we don't stab friends, not even if they're being a pain in the ass," Kally rebuked, Kally was stronger than all five of them even if she was the shortest, sure Charlie was a good fighter but the Purple Player was simply better.

"Hey I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Conrad defended himself, the dark skinned teen crossed his arms and pretended to be highly offended.

"Darkness.. better than this," Maxwell finally replied, he had barely spoken the entire time, but that was normal. The other teens didn't pressure him to speak, not when it clearly made him uncomfortable. There was some rules the group had learnt and followed to keep the disturbed soul from descending into a screaming sobbing mess. Limited eye contact, no shouting, only Conrad was allowed to touch. Wearily the youngest and the most fragile of the five Players raised his gaze from the floor and looked around the completely white room, or as they were calling it the 'lazy room'. "Reminds me of something, not something good though," he uttered, Conrad fell back and offered his hand, Max reached out after a moment and grasped it tightly.

"It'll be over soon, I think that's the door right up there." Conrad assured, his tone though sounded positive with just a tiny hint of force, as if Conrad's inner self also needed convincing. Blake glanced up anyways, prepared to face a hallucination wether it be their's or someone else's, when they saw the door it was still hard to be hopeful, they had stopped believing long ago that anything was real before they got close enough to touch and interact with. The especially applied to the doors that connected the law defying worlds within rooms, within a giant house. For now they had to focus on not letting the white room swallow them up, now that Maxwell mentioned it, it did tug on something from the back of their mind, where memories were supposedly locked up. Their memories, memories of who they actually were and of where they were actually from.

They got up to the door, and Blake decided to be the one that dared try to open it.

It can't be real.

Their hand touched something solid.

It's not real... is it? No, no it can't be.

They slowly turned the handle, it still didn't feel real. A salty scent greeted the group of Players, it was an ocean. A very red ocean with a bunch of... boxes within the water.

Ocean. I know that word somehow.

"Freaky, oh boy... look there's a summoning circle," Conrad glared sourly at the large grey circle of pavement, one that bore the house mark. The same symbol that was engraved to their palms in different colours, even if they were different colours they all bore the same number: 800. Bloody faded handprints reminded them all a disturbing fact, there had been other Players before them, where they walked others had before. "I don't know about you, but I'm NOT going to talk to Tau."

"Agreed," Kally uttered, none of them liked Tau, especially after their last encounter included the demonic like entity leading them straight into a monster with a bunch of shadow hands and spikes, that had almost pulled Blake underwater, far far away from the surface, the light and the air. 'Klipper' apparently was what it was called. Blake did not like Klipper. "We'll find out what to do without him." Blake agreed, and quickly found they did not like the sand, it got in their shoes and socks. They found nearly everything tried to turn upside down the moment it was set down, the bags set down and upside down they flipped like a fish going belly up. Thankfully it didn't seem to effect them. It wasn't a rest stop but they were all exhausted, and found the sun never moved and even if there was no wind there was waves. The boxes, Charlie called them television boxes, sometimes flickered, sometime buzzed, one even had words.

NO SIGNAL.