The water was cold, causing you to shiver as it reached up halfway to your waistline as you proceeded through Charon’s tunnel. You didn’t know where you was going, where you might end up in, or whatever danger was waiting for you with a lead pipe in hand. All that matter…was just heading straight. The slushing sounds and splashing waves of the cold murky depths were simply the only sounds you could hear next to your slow breathing and that loud thumping noise somewhere in the background. But from this, you could really do for a drink, or at least somewhere to sit to ease your muscles and soothe your pain. Whatever way you ended up here, you felt it was best to just not think and keep on moving on…after all…that was what you always had to do.

Move on.

Then you stopped, you gazed at your palms, how scratch up and bruised they were next to the fact they were also dirty. But staring into them all you saw were the hands of a killer…merciless…cruel…dangerous…and gone from this world.

“But how could you be a killer if you never had intentions to kill in the first place?”

You thought about that too, figuring it was better to think further about yourself than whatever you perceived yourself in being in the first place. Here you were…somewhere you had no clue where you actually was in the first place, and contemplating on figuring out if you were a killer or not. That question though…was hard to answer.

So why did things have to make sense? You looked up ahead at the abysmal throat of Charon’s tunnel and started to wonder. Are you a killer or not? Why couldn’t you simply answer such a simple question with only one answer? Why?

The lines begin to blur, the path ahead is stretching out and the last layers of sanity begins to drip its toxic venomous acid upon the ground. You begin to sweat and move faster against the bed of water, but something else was on your mind. Something that could not indent the position you were in, twisted and cold, in which you had no clue where you were going anymore. This place, simply a maze, but only then it was narrowed and ahead.

Water began rising! And the entire path before you was stretching out too far. Until it ceased.

You were awake.

Your eyes slowly opened and only dimmed lamp hanging over you was the best illuminating source of beacon you can grip back your sanity with. When you started to look around, you gazed at the walls and the leaking pipes indicating you were in a boxed in room with rocky walls covered in grime. Such a pitiful site for a dog like you to be in. Then the sound of a door opening, caught your attention as you quickly looked left, pressing against the wall spotting the wooden frame being pulled back to reveal the Tall Man with a dead girl behind him, face buried into the cement of the wall.

For a few seconds he stared at you before moving right, leaving you alone. You struggle up to your feet and took this opportunity to make your escape, but what if it was another trap? You had a hard time believing the easiest way out came with the hardest parts of pain. You peek out into the hallway and noticed the exit sign up ahead was blinking, pointing left. You gulped and began making your way through this mile-long-like hell. Your footsteps echoed, your heart raced with a gripped fear, and your body was ready to go into survival instinct if anything would have popped up. Further and further, it seemed endless, like a conundrum.

That until, "Begone!" You had no time to react fast enough when you felt your body get hit by a powerful weight that caused you to fly into the wall, stunning you to a daze. You soon felt large palms wrapped around your throat as you was lifted into the air, force to stare down at your attacker and to your horror it was the Tall Man.

"The ritual has begun, no time to waste." He stated before slamming your back into the brick wall, causing you to cough out blood, gasping for air. His grip on your throat tightened and he continue to slam you hard against the wall. Harder and harder, he held no restraint as you could feel your life fading, that until the wall broke and you were released from his grasp, falling down violently upon a flight of wooden stairs. When you hit the ground, you had no time to cry out in agony as you watched in a state of passing, your right hand bending back, breaking a bone along with your right ankle's heel breaking through the flesh.

The shock was too much, but your survival instincts became stir, you could see a blur of red in your visions, as the Tall Man descended down the steps, his footsteps echoing with the rapid beat of your heart, you began to crawl, doing whatever you could possibly do to get distance from the man. This was not your day, for the worse of the worse could put your life on the thin line. You looked back, regretting that you did and spotted the Tall Man already down the steps, his gaze fixated on you, as his movement became slower as if toying with your life on the brink to its calamity. You looked ahead, seeing a flash of light, red and neon, and there to your greatest of horrors was the way out…blocked by a Black Coat’s corpse. Your heart sank, your life now impossible to go on any further, and the ending was already here. You did not want to die like this, but fate chose your ending another way. You slowly looked back and there the Tall Man stood, gazing down at you with pity.

You did not need such from the killer, but you were shocked to see he was beginning to change. A broad clear appearance that he had, one different from the others. This appearance of his being almost old, different colored eyes, gray hair, a sharp tooth, and wrinkles on his forehead to imply stress and mid-age. Who was this man?

“You may call me the Entropy, but I do not care which name it is that you can come up with. Demon, monster, the tank, or nemesis. I am of whatever you perceive me to be, one who is only doing what is made to do. It is time for the ritual, there is no going back,” He said, reaching down to grasp your neck, pulling you up into the air as he squeezed your throat once more, ignoring the condition of your body as you could feel your air leaving you along with some rupture ribs.

“Discord!” You heard Celestia yelled, her voice loud, but also full of vicious anger. Discord was his name and as he loosen his grip and turned back to where the sound of the boss’ voice came from, blood splatter across your face as the loud gunshot was heard echoing in this small dark path with little light supporting the exit sign above your head. You fell back crying out in pain, before coughing on your own blood till you spat it out, becoming horrified at the corpse of Discord before you with a solid dark hole in his forehead.

Motionless…stiff…almost as if given a better merciful death than the others. The sound of Celestia’s footsteps were heard and when you turned to face the direction it was coming from, you had no time to react to the powerful force of a solid dark butt of a rifle slamming into your face, knocking you out cold in an instant.

You soon woke up after a few minutes, feeling another surge of blood rush up your throat before you coughed it out. Your body numb and too weak to move, you started to look around, left and right, and found yourself being dragged by two black coats across a white hallway where some people, surviving lab coats resided conversing with one and another and even performing research on any device they can get their hands on. This place was never seen before, especially when you were dragged into a massive room, spread out with a large circular metal platform, form lines connecting to the top left and right; and bottom left and right sections of it. In the center stood a pod with a metal chair in front of it. What resided in the pod stunned you with all its beauty.

Positioned in a fetal position was a small baby. The gestalt of it was almost beautiful, puzzling, and terrifying to question its very purpose in the hellish asylum. This was all planned out since you were a kid.

“Hurry, we must make haste!” Celestia was heard yelling, her voice loud with every order being barked out. You felt too tired to look all the way left and right, your body in no condition to fight out of these soldiers’ grip. When they got you onto the chair, some began placing binds on you attached to the chair, manually tying and locking you tight so movement would be impossible. They knew you had no will left to fight, but still proceeded with their binding, creating the case that something big was going to occur and you were most likely needed to be restrain when it happens.

“I’ve waited years for this, to finally get back what was taken from me. Years of hard work will pay for this and nothing shall come out of vain. The pride in this work will become the epicenter of success. Rebirth shall be settled and so forth the Butterfly Metamorphosis project shall finally be completed. Begin!” She yelled as you could hear the chair begin making a loud static noise along with a vibration going along your ears as the chair started to shake. Though your body was numb, the vibrations and sound would only travel to your ear as you begin to grasp the fact the small life form in the pod was needed in this project.

You began shaking your head left and right, panic starting to stir in you as you began breathing in and out, heart racing, as the thought of fighting back once more to survive echoed like a voice in a hollow cave. Soon, you looked down to see your palms get puncture by needles that started to drain your blood, but also push in another ounce, dark blood specifically came into your body, turning your arms’ veins into blue.

You could now feel the blood, abnormal as it may be, going through your body as you started to gasp for air. As the moment of your life beginning to end flashed through your eyes once more, the chair ceased, the systems halted, and red lights turned on. The binds that kept you down were suddenly released and before you had any chance to react, your body gave out once more, blacking out from the loss of blood and added transfusion. What you did hear though that continued to echo into your unresponsive form was the sound of explosions, along with the agonizing cries of pain the white coats and black coats were giving. Something was happening to stir up the sound of gunshots.

When things started to quiet down, your body returned back to consciousness, you were on the floor in a pool of blood, the wounds you had sustained was no more, but the corpses before you was evidence that a gruesome event occurred. You did not question the strangeness in your body’s energized and healed status and stability that had you on your feet, instead, you could only look left and right in horror of this grotesque sight. Who freed you and why were you still alive?

Celestia was nowhere to be found, but the sound of another person crying out in pain before being silenced was heard not too far from another hallway spotted behind an opened door. The way you imagined him crying was painful, but the sound of a chainsaw was heard becoming responsible for it. It felt better off not investigating it, only just leaving the area. You turned around, seeing the doors you came through, you started to hesitantly rush towards them, glad you gained another chance to survive.

When you opened the two doors, you were blinded by a flash of light. Your vision started to adjust and before you was not what you hoped to see again. Pinkamena wearing a searchlight helmet wielding a baton. Her naked form smeared in blood and unable to react fast enough, she outmatched your speed with not just the sound of her laughter but also movement, swinging her baton hard that collided against your face, knocking you to the ground stunned.

“My precious lover…let’s finish the ritual…together…” Her voice would echo into your head at the end of her sentence as you felt your body stir up again and soon black out. Whatever the blood did to you may have just saved part of your body and repair its form in such a mysterious way, though it did not help you keep awake.

You were at her mercy now.

Author's Notes:

Final chapter coming soon, after that, will clean this story out of errors the best I can and see what I can do for the sequel. Safe days, darling.