Staring into oblivion of my ceiling. My long, messy hair gets in my eyes - I haven't had a haircut in a few months due to sloth. I look at my notebook on my desk, some lines of poetry (more of a hobby) reading :

  "Evil swine

  shall not taste paradises wine

  For angelic eyes do temp ideas so devilish

  For this vice we relish

  What awaits them?

  They shall be hanged by their own hem?

  Opium in phlegm and blood

  Made me meet king Lud

  He told me the stories of ancients

  Wake up, no more patience

  Pick up the dagger, slow draw

  Black and yellow bile, descend to the floor

  Let me ascend to pre-eminence

  Let me clean myself of horridness

  For this dagger is my repentance

  For I am no longer in a state of dauntingness

  Lie dying, claret blossoms, for nothing good is my fate

  On the floor, my spine crooked by carrying the burden of hate

  Crimson vision

  Scarlet hands"

  Absolute boredom overtakes me as I begin to stand up and walk to the kitchen. Damning cold violates my skin - there's no milk left, I slam the fridge door in frustration. Tie my laces in a knot, leave the house. The crimson sky beckons me in its ever changing hues. The sun sinks for rest again as I venture to the store, yet passing by the arcade I see a familiar face (a friend or foe?).

  "yo, how you doing?" says a familiar face.

  "I'm doing good, how about you".

  "I'm doing fine, I was just going into the arcade. Want to join?"

  I look down at my watch, silver in colour, the arms are black, red and yellow (hour, minutes and seconds respectively). I have time, at least a few hours before the store shuts for the night.

  "Sure, I can go".

  "Nice, and you know the girl I was telling you about …. well I got a date with her tomorrow." He gives out a little cheeky smile.

  Damn you! Of course I can not say this out loud.

  "I'm happy for you."

  Inside there are many machines of various varieties though they are deprecated and old, a big factor into why hardly anyone comes in here. From the entrance the arcade machines are in 6 columns, one on each side of the wall and 4 columns in the middle. The 4 in the middle are in pairs, 2 that backs are together. Then at the back was a row of machines, each in pairs. There is a door on the left after the entrance of the arcade leading to the gambling section.

  Other than me and him there is 2 women, around 20 years of age. One has dyed sky blue hair, oddly enough she dyed her eyebrows. She has dark black eyes, eerily similar to a void. Her smile, bright pink, cheerful and beautiful. In stark contrast her friend has cerise pink hair and was enraged, a stern look on her face is clearly visible. Light blue eyes, which gave an antithesis to her very own being - yet also very unique.

  The arcade is split into two sections, three quarters is the arcade itself and the other quarter is a gambling sector. In the gambling sector is visited frequently by a visitor, a man of his late 20's who clearly has given up on life. Dark eyebags gloom underneath his eyes, his hunched posture when walking around and his fixated gaze on the pachinko machine only brings sadness to anyone who glances at this poor fellow. His hair is dark, but one can swear there is some greying happening. He's probably the main reason why the arcade hasn't gone bankrupt or shut down.

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  "This way, there's some good machines. But don't tell anyone, we don't want people to find out about this!"

  I follow him to these two machines, which are back-to-back and are hooked up together by wiring. Cleary these two are linked, a fighting game?

  "This new game is great, well that's what I heard."

  On the side it's name covered by dust like an ancient artifact, I blow on it and it says its title 'Master Wacker'. I give a slight laugh. What kind of game is this? An eroge?

  "I know what it looks like but give it a try!"

  "Okay okay"

  I sit down at one end and insert my 100 ker in. To my surprise there's only 1 character. I proceed. Our characters are in this bland arena, just a black background with a white line where the characters stand - stupidly simple. Before I know it I've lost.

  "You're truly shit at fighting games" he proclaims and gives a laughter of joy.

  "You already know how awful I'm at these games, why don't we play some air hockey?"

  Glancing over, its already occupied.

  "Oh, I see …." he whispers.

  "What?".

  "Oh nothing".

  "I heard what you said".

  "You have a crush on one of them"

  "What no!"

  They shoot their gaze at us wondering what the commotion was about as I curl slightly inwards to

  hide my embarrassment.

  "Oh, you definitely do".

  "Shut up, of course I don't. Grow up."

  "Alright, I'll let you off this time... again. Well want to head out?"

  Before I can answer a loud bang came from one of the walls behind my friend, dust and smoke blinds me. Once I regain my vison I hear a loud firing sound and my friends head no longer was there. My legs and voice box gave out. The two women's heads was also gone, there lifeless bodies seemed like broken mannequins. Another firing sound, a clear indication the other man is dead.

  A lone female, around 5'4, she has long silver hair that goes down her to her knees. She's wearing a light green bandeau with ripped jeans. On her back is a weapon, however only the barrel could be seen. She has in her hands, instead of her gun, a knife - it was curved, with a pricky end. She grabs my hand and starts putting the blade in my skin and gently carves around my hand and then cuts the skin around my wrists - she then peels it off. I try to scream, however only tears come out. She finished ripping off my skin on my hand and then instantly cut my throat. My sight fades to black. Now, I'm staring at the ceiling at my home again.

  I decide to look at the mirror, make sure I'm not in a dream. Mans imagination flies high, I pinch my cheeks and I feel the burn. The pain clears my mind of the thought. A peculiar daydream I had of dying. How horrible is my mind? I look again in the mirror, I don't see a human - I never do. It's some sort of grotesque creation, I'm damned to Cocytus.

  I repeat the day, check my fridge which contains an empty carton of milk so I decide to leave. I pass the arcade, my friend who looks anxious says something odd.

  "I had a bad daydream that we died, I took a peek inside and saw the same exact people in there"

  God forbid this idiot gets a brain. Also, who starts a conversation like that?

  "Oh what a nice greeting, I did have a similar daydream like that too. Must be deja vu or something like that. So wanna go inside then."

  He nods but instead of going to the back of the arcade, he goes all the way to the desk at the back leading to the employee section - 2 dead bodies behind the desk. Something is rising up to my mouth, I swallow it.

  "Lets go further into the back section, see if anyone's alive."

  Are you crazy, I want to shout at him right now but I have to keep my composure and there might be someone who needs urgent help.

  We go further and lying on the floor is an occult like circle. As soon as we get closer, a horned monster comes out. His colour was striped in alternating patterns of red and white, has fur going from just bellow his umbilicus all the way down to his cloven hooves. I scream and fall to my knees. The other 3 people are now behind us, most probably wondering why we went to the back. He speakes in a nasally voice.

  "I grant ye all powers of unimaginable feats!"

  My friend in a crazed state of mind accepted. A fool! But powers of unimaginable feats, is alluring. Say I'm not shocked in the slightest. A grin forms on my face, I feel my heart beating to the rhythm of my thoughts. What powers will I get, will I be the one eyed man among the blind?

  "I brought you all here, you should of died - I gave you a vision of what was going to happen."