Cashew11359 wrote:Why couldn't it have been bunnies and kittens?
(Arachnophobia warning! Don't read if you truly fear spiders, I'll probably be using a bit of imagery)The flit had made it through all of the haunted house, he was proud to say. Past masked murderers with chainsaws, past creepy clowns and their awful grins, past endless terrifying cages of horror. This haunted house was the scariest he'd been to, but he'd kept his head held high as his friends cowered against him at every turn, trembling at the thought of what lay behind closed doors ahead. He'd kicked down those doors and walked straight into darkness, a smug grin on his face and a calm, steady gait. Now here he was, standing in front of a new door. It was dark grey, with what looked like fake spiderwebs strewn across the outside. Scoffing, he walked forward to open it. His friends remained behind, ears perked as they waited curiously to see what was in the room. He looked back, giving them an egotistical wink before using his tail to pull the doors open with an ominous creak.
He then padded into the darkness, ignoring his friend's pleas for him to come back. He swiveled his head to look towards them, an eyebrow cocking. They were all huddled together, trembling slightly as they shambled their way towards him. He sighed, rolling his eyes as they surrounded him, one of them even huddling underneath him. "I'm not a tarp." He snapped, but let them stay underneath. Not everyone was quite as brave as he was. And that exact moment is when he felt something creeping up his leg. His ear twitched and he yawned, rolling his eyes. He then looked down, squinting his eyes to see what it was.
With a screech loud enough to cause his friends hearing damage, he leapt back, scrambling back into them with hackles raised. He swiped his paw into darkness, desperately trying to throw it off. When he felt nothing, he looked back to his friends. They seemed mostly unalarmed, one even cross-eyed as they watched a small spider crawl it's way up their nose. No, no, no, no. This could not be happening. He was supposed to be the brave one, to lead them through this haunted house with courage and merit. He wasn't supposed to nearly go into cardiac arrest as the sight of a spider. He carefully crawled after his friends who'd begun walking through the house, ears low. "Why couldn't it have been bunnies and kittens..?" He muttered underneath his breath, jogging to catch up with them. Finally, they'd made it through the godforsaken house and padded out into the night. His friends were still trembling from the last few rooms, and he assured them they were alright, and that the fright was done for. That was when he noticed a Photo Booth across the parking lot. He grinned, glancing over at his friends. All at once, they all headed for it at full speed. Though his heart was still pounding and his legs felt like jello, there was no better cure than a good photo shoot with ten of your closest friends.
However, it wasn't a booth. Instead, when they all piled in, it showed pictures from the night. All his friends laughed and joked around with each other at their terrified faces, grabbing onto each other with shadow tails and tripping each other as they ran away from whatever had spooked them. He laughed along as well, until it finally reached the spider room. There he was. Eyes wide, mouth agape, and photo blurred as he'd launched himself away from the spider. The room filled with laughter. Burying his head in his paws, the flit sighed. This photo will haunt me for life, he thought as his pals eagerly watched it print.
"Wow, I didn't expect Hell to be so chill."
res with dying and going to hell, only to find out Satan and everyone there is actually pretty laidback (80s theme.. this really is hell)
Oof, if that ain't me xD Easy to follow and a nice sturdy plot. I'll get to making your flit as soon as I can!
