#squidcraft 3

i don't even want to look at it anymore, there is no way i can ever finish this

so i found this little story and it inspired me to draw cuz oh my god it hurts qwq

español

----------------------------

"Children, it's time to sleep. Sweet dreams."

And the frenzy began.

The beds were the first to become occupied, sending everyone running in search of that golden glow to save themselves.

Phil and Missa ran desperately around the room, increasingly stressed out by not finding a hiding place. They tried without luck, they couldn't both occupy the same space, and neither wanted to hide without the other.

5

There are few closets left.

4

The desperation grows.

3

Is this it?

2

Is this how it ends?

1

A closet lights up next to them. One.

0

The creature bangs on the door.

Why like this? Why like this?! Why so soon and in such a vile way?!

Phil was taken by surprise when he felt Missa squeeze his hand. Amidst all the noise, he forgot he had taken it so they wouldn't get lost. He turned to look at him and could see that, even though he was scared, he had a slight smile. At least they would go together…

No.

He wouldn't let it happen. He wouldn't accept that his life would end that way.

He made his decision. He wouldn't let Missa die there.

Forgetting the tiredness of having run through several rooms, Phil grabbed Missa's clothes and forcefully threw him inside the closet, plunging the room into darkness.

Missa protested. He screamed and tried to open the door, but the game wouldn't allow it. That's how it was planned. That's how it was meant to be.

Slowly and clumsily the creature walked until it was in front of Phil. It stopped to look at him, and it was surprised to see not fear, but calm. He fulfilled his promise, he kept Missa safe even at the cost of his own life.

Cries and pleas came out of the closet. Missa cried, cursed, prayed for something impossible. For the door to open, for Phil to be forgiven. A mistake, a miracle, ANYTHING! Anything that would save his beloved from this cruel fa-

english

----------------------------

"Buenas noches, niños. Dulces sueños."

Y el frenesí empezó.

Las camas eran las primeras en llenarse, mandando a todos a correr en búsqueda de ese brillo dorado para salvarse.

Phil y Missa corrían desesperados por el cuarto, cada vez más estresados por no encontrar un escondite. Lo intentaron sin suerte, no podían ocupar los dos el mismo espacio, y ninguno quería esconderse sin el otro.

5

Quedan pocos armarios.

4

La desesperación crece.

3

Será-

2

¿Será así como termina?

1

Un armario se ilumina al lado del par. Uno solo.

0

La criatura golpeó la puerta.

¿Por qué así? ¡¿Por qué así?! ¡¿Por qué tan pronto y de una manera tan vil?!

Phil fue sacado del shock al sentir que Missa apretaba su mano. Entre todo el barullo olvidó que la había tomado para no perderse. Volteó a verlo y pudo ver que, aún con miedo, tenia una ligera sonrisa. Al menos se irían juntos…

No.

No lo haría. No aceptaría que su vida terminara de esa manera.

Tomó su decisión. No dejaría que Missa muriera ahí.

Olvidando el cansansio de haber corrido por varios cuartos, Phil agarró la ropa de Missa y con fuerza lo lanzó dentro del armario, hundiendo la sala en penumbras.

Missa protestó. Gritó e intentó abrir la puerta, pero el juego no lo permitiría. Así estaba planeado. Así debía de ser.

Lenta y torpemente la criatura caminó hasta llegar frente a Phil. Se detuvo a mirarle, y le extrañó no ver miedo, sino calma. Había cumplido lo que prometió, mantendría a Missa a salvo aún al coste de su propia vida.

Llantos y súplicas salían del armario. Missa lloraba, maldecía, rogaba por algo imposible. Que la puerta se abriera, que Phil fuese perdonado. Un fallo, un milagro, ¡LO QUE SEA! Lo que sea que salvara a su querido de aquel destino tan cr-