《War of the Zwei Kinds [Logbook Deactivated]》1.5 - The Recruit's Flashback of an Encounter
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4 Years ago, Around the Winter of November. I was visiting a research facility that my dad worked for experience purposes.
While on the way to head to the meeting room of where I was going to meet my father, I had an urge to go to the washroom.
Well Apparently...I...Got Lost.
"Man, Where the [email protected]#$ is the washroom?" I asked myself.
"It's so dead and quiet ... and there's literally no reception here." I checked my phone and my tablet but there was no signals nor bars.
Crash ~ Thump ~~
I got startled yet I still had a little of my cool. ("Huh? What the heck was that ?")
The sound I heard came from a nearby lab room.
I was curious and had no choice to venture in like a curious cat, I had no choice but to check it.
("I swear it came from here...") I slid open a door which had a distilling curtain on it, it was rather pure white as if it's brand new. I pushed it aside.
"Hello, is anyone there?" I asked out but oh how a fool I was.
I always forget about that One Rule.
To Not Butt Into Other People's Business.
There was an ambient noise, sizzling and buzzing coming from a nearby machine, it felt harshly warm as if I'm in some sort of sewer treatment centre. There were odd machines everywhere.
At the ceiling, at the sides, corners and even the floor itself had pipes running all through it.
I saw a shadow in front of a big screen. Rather tall and thin. He wore a great dark robe as if some sort of cultist. But by looking closer, it was just your plain regular winter robe scarfed around his body. It was probably the mistiness and the gloomy environment that gave off those views.
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A shining crystalline-like substance glowed towards my face sparkling and twinkling.
Upon "facing" me, it immediately hid and probably alerted the shadow.
A soft whisper came from that figure. A soft "ok...ok..."
The shadow then turned to me, using the least amount of its peripheral vision to notice me.
"What do you want a kid? Can you see I'm busy?"
I was about to tell him that I was about to head to the washroom but he had interrupted it by quickly walking towards my head to head and saying something that gave me the shudders down my spine.
"I know you, you are the Endicrite's Heir, arent you ... Well, I got a gift for you" At first you might think it isn't actually creepy at all but hearing his tone of saying it out loud is the one that gives the creepiness.
Out of nowhere, The lunatic decided to sprawl at me with some sort of gut knife to only miss by a few inches and get it stuck to a wall.
With my intention of fight or flight, I immediately took a head start and ran away as far as I could, only somehow managing to reach the meeting room and me, not pissing my pants.
My father was still in the meeting, he just stared at me with a strange look and continued talking to his supervisors. I just kept my mouth shut and sat at a chair nearby. I wanted to scream for help and all but since this place seems to be rather concaved and eerily depressing, I just had no choice but to probably think I hallucinated.
I sat quietly till the meeting ended, I was droved back home as my father apologised to me that he had to stay for the night there for a Nightwatch.
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I just sighed it out and said it was alright. The chauffeur smiled at me with his warm and fuzzy smile as he drove me home. He asked me how was my trip and I just answered with a simple "It was fun..."
I didn't really want to bring it out to his poor old chap as he would probably think I'm some imaginative kid with a wacky brain of some sort.
What really kept me curious was the thing that floated around the figure.
The Crystal...
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