Wʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ
A single eye expanded wide at the pointed rejection of the creature’s considerably generous offer. And, it was almost in disbelief that the limb drooped like a limp noodle to the bottom edge of his triangular face alongside the others. Facing Tyrone down now, the insults lain upon him reached Bill almost as if through a filter, serving as nothing more than a conduit for the budding rage vested in a molten core.
“Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ᴋɪᴅ!”
Huge! Catastrophic! Even so, these words arrived with the same deceptive lightness which usually characterized Bill’s tone. Nevermind how the very walls themselves seemed to quiver and tremble in the wake of his escalating fury, that humored tone taking a turn for the worse all in one great rush.
“Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ’ᴍ sᴏᴍᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ’s ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ sɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ? ᴀʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ! ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ, Cᴏᴘʏᴄᴀᴛ! ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴡʜ̶ᴇ̡ɴ.́ ɪ̨͕̠ᴍ͔̲̘͍͘.̝̙̲͉̫͉̭
ᴍ̝͉͙̗̮͈ͯ̍ᴀ̍ͥᴅ͓͖͇̼̭̻̇̉̒̚͢!̩̟̣͈̥͉́́̒̆͐̉̒!̩”̉̍
A flush of crimson swiftly overtook the plane of gold which had once faced Tyrone, the final word accentuated by a low rumble not unlike an assault of thunder. So accompanying the sound did an illusion sweep the room which was a fright for any victimized party to behold.
From the place where the floating figure’s shadow fell, a rolling ripple swept the floors and walls, one which would leave a door-less, window-less box of white in its wake, with nothing more than a dark ceiling which fed far up into an endless abyss of constellations. The walls themselves seemed to stretch on into eternity, forming a picturesque frame for the comet which cleaved past the cold simulation of unbound space above them.
However, this was hardly the end to the tame horror show which had so far countered Tyrone’s arrogance, as a second illusion mounted upon the first. And, from high above a rumble of some unseen terror tumbled their way, presented at last in the form of liquid bleeding over the edge of their five-sided cube lost in time and space.
Soon it was a veritable waterfall which cascaded from all sides, tumbling into a sea of foam at their feet, filling the blank chamber up like some eccentric fishbowl. And, scramble though he might, nothing the youth could do would manage to ebb the endless tide as it poured in from above.
The sudden change in Bill’s mood affected Tyrone instantaneously, his moody pout quickly turning into a frown of worry. Oh yes, it was clear he had made a mistake in acting that way to Bill. Tyrone steps away from the demon but he is trapped, there’s nowhere for him to run and nowhere for him to hide. All he can do is watch in horror as Bill scolds him, his glowing red form striking Tyrone with a deep, primal fear. Shaking his head, he tries to protest, to open up his mouth to say something, say sorry, say anything. But when he tries to speak he just feels like he’s choking on water, the horrible sensation of drowning keeping a choke hold on his very being.
The instinct to crawl under his blanket in a desperate scramble for comfort vibrated throughout him, but he knew hiding would not be able to save him from Bill’s rage. Tyrone didn’t know how he knew it (it was just a feeling) but he knew that angering Bill had put him in very grave danger.
Breath caught in his throat, he looks up at the stars hanging overhead with a dumbstruck stare. Was this the extent of Bill’s power?
When the room started filling up with water, he knew he was in a nightmare, a real nightmare that would kill him again if he gave it the chance.
“Bill, please, d-don’t do this! We’re friends aren’t we? I didn’t mean to be like that, it just happened, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Tyrone frantically pleads for his life as water pools at their feet, his immediate doom coming closer than he had wanted it to. He couldn’t even stay alive for one more day, how pathetic was he?! Scrambling to the top of the couch, Tyrone breathes heavily, panic in each whimpery, desperate breath.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats like a mantra, hoping that his apologies would turn off the water, would somehow save him from the hell he had brought upon himself.
