#bad draft

“You know there are monsters here.” He said it so matter of factly that it took you more than a moment to process what he said. He laughed and pointed at his own head. “Apart from the other ones in here.” He walked with me down the cold white halls. “Most of them tell me to cower in fear, but the braver ones tell me to chop off the Beast’s head.” He made me nervous. He knew it too. He laughed again. “The Beast is the lord of all the monsters here. He tells them how to torture and pray.” You walked, wordlessly. The hallway did seem to stretch for forever. Maybe the monsters made it that way. 

“Did the monster’s make this place endless?” The boy smirked. 

“The monster’s change the size by the person. To you it may be endless but to 𝕮⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖑⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖆⃦̳̿ it’s like touching two walls.” You weren’t sure what he meant, but you nodded your head and pretended to know what he was saying.

Pretended to know what was going on.

Pretended to know where you were.

What was happening to you.

Who you were.