LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 32: war...
The child walked through the streets thinking about the card, and it's uses. yet revealed to him, a glimpse of purpose. A summary, of what exactly. Is he truly the summary of the backrooms. The one to represent this hellscape, yet heavenscape. He really didn't have the answer, but now he had a solid title on him.
While he was thinking of a name that would represent his title, he can across a random cardboard box labeled Lucky O' Milk. He didn't had any idea what that was so he opened it and curiously took a peek of what was inside. There were a few card, attached to every bottle one yellow, one pink and one green.
"Once again I regret my decision of not getting a pocket." He wanted to try the contents of the bottles, and so he grabbed the closest one, being the yellow one and drank from it. It was cold, refreshing, and it tasted sweet, it was banana flavored. "Damn that's good." He said before taking another sip while crouching so he made an attempt to multitask by putting the other bottles in his pockets while drinking with his face towards the sky. It had a strong flavor to it, but there was a strange effect afterwards, he felt goosebumps forming on his skin and his body acting as if in danger. It that moment, before finishing the rest of the bottle, he was suddenly pulled down through the ground, and appeared in some wet mud while the sound of bombs going off into the distance rang through out the battle field. He was quickly woken by the sudden feeling of adrenalin as he stood up from the mud, before looking around in a paranoid fashion. He saw planes flying and bombs being dropped as one has headed his way. His instincts quickly gave him the command to run and without much of a thought he got on foot and ran the beat he can, trying to avoid slipping on the wet mud or sinking in it.
He ran as bullets began to chase his from all sides, it was as if his power was deactivated. He felt the full human experience. He quickened up his pace as a bomb fell closer to him, it sent a vibration which almost made his organs burst, and he felt the pain of it. Non the less he continued running, given that if he stopped that he would die on the spot.
At this point he began to feel as if his legs were numb, it was then a man emerged from a nearby trench, without saying anything, the man signaled him to come over. The child was relieved he would get some rest from running, so with the last of the air in his lungs, He began the final sprint. Reaching the walls that kept the mud together, He stumbled down inside, breathing heavily he laid there. By now the humanoid that signaled him to take shelter was gone. He thought about what it could be, A human, another entity which was most likely or an illusion.
The child stood up once he has calmed his breathing down, and began walking around the trench. He made a few attempts to get out of the level, but to no avail. Perhaps he was going to have to see this war through. The soldiers ignored him as he passed by. 'If i can't go to another level, what if I brought a level to me?'
But even with the reverse of what he wanted to do, nothing happened, which pushed the belief that he has to see the war through.
He walked around the trenches, from time to time seeing normal wanderers, some half way to insanity. And others sleeping or simply waiting. He didn't bother talking to anyone, because he had nothing to say. And either ways the sound of the bombs would continue to deafen his speech.
He found himself a cozy place... Or at least the best there was here, and sat down. The bombs continued on and on for a few hours, the child was inside his mind thinking, and somewhat ignoring what was happening. 'Why am I here?' He thought to himself as he decided to try out the other things he got from the box. The faceless soldiers that passed by him or just rest to the side. Some even played card games, what game exactly, he wasn't so sure. But for now he had something to try out. He grabbed a bottle from his pockets at random, even if separated, he didn't remember which was which. Luck has spoken, he took hold of the green bottle and so he took a few sips, which gave him a calming effect. The bombs seemed to not bother him anymore, even if the sound still rung through his ears. It was boring, just the sound of supposed death. The child looked at his card which he pulled out of his pocket and then at the face down cards on the bottles. Perhaps they were just for him, if he had found them. The ripped the material that was keeping the cards on the bottle, it took him a while to dig it with his nails. He was somewhat annoyed, until it finally popped off and the cards fell down before his feet.
He picked the first one, nothing exciting, just a faceling, Then the second one which was a level, on the label of the bottle there was a writing that said that there was at least one level coming with each bottle. And which one did he get? Level 12. And the final card for this bottle, another entity, this time a hound.
'I might start collecting those.' He smiled slightly at the thought of owning every card there could be.
But then, he felt a stranger calming sensation, one that isn't because of an outside source. He felt immortal once again. He tried to stand up but he felt pain in his legs, maybe the long run has caused some damage in his muscle tissues. He didn't really know how to think of it, he has never felt such type of pain before. The only pain he has felt was that one time he died, and his face falls. He helped himself stand up, making a few weird poses, till he found the perfect one to get up from the ground, he pushed himself up with his hands on his knees, and leaned back. Before trying to climb up the trench and into the battle field. By now the bombs have stopped as he made a return with all of his privileges. It seemed calming to him, the emptiness, yet the terrific feeling and smells of death still lingered, amongst the dead bodies. Some have turned into bones long ago, but others were still fresh.
He looked down at them and an inner feeling of pity emerged on his face, he felt sorry for them.
He began walking slowly, his legs flexing from the pain as the still healthy muscles pushed him forward, before he finally decided he have had enough of this place. He opened a wound in reality, the one he was unable to open earlier, and went through it. Perhaps he needed some rest, a place he could actually call home. He could go to level 999 and enjoy the silence from which he was born, but he didn't felt then need for it. He felt the need to create something, just so he can add something new to this world. More possibilities will be born from his creativity.
He looked behind his shoulder into the battlefield before closing it, and standing in the hallway of the cheap imitation of level 5. He didn't like it, it was too... Unoriginal.
So he decided to make another thing, just an apartment, which looked out into an empty void, perhaps waiting to take the form, that the Beholder wishes to see.