Fell Sans | SOULplay

It was a sunny day outside; the only clouds you could see were a very far long ways off into the distance, miles away from Mount Felbott- speaking of which, you were climbing said mountain at this current moment. You sighed as you wiped your brow- goodness, it was hot out here, so high up in the middle of summer. Your skin felt gross from the boggy humidity of your 6:23 A.M. hike up the mountain that loomed over your meager little homey port-town. The grass and shorter weeds brushed against your ankles, and you wanted to scratch the itch on them so badly- but you were almost at your destination. You look ahead to see it- the cavern on the old trail path you were walking and hiking along. It had a wide, large cavernous maw, but the inside looked cold- in fact, it was frosting in the back; you could see the glimmer of a thin sheet of ice along the stones deeper in the cave as water dripped from the entrance's stalactites. You huff and puff, dragging your feet along until you can sit on a beanbag-shaped rock by the entrance and take your hiking pack of your back to rummage through it to find your grilled cheese biscuit pack. There were still nine of them left- but you had started at twenty-one. You sigh before splitting one of them in half and putting it back in the bag as you put it back in your pack. You bite into your snack and flavour slowly washes over your mouth. Even though it's soggy from the temperature differences, it still manages to taste as wonderful as it did when you made it. You sigh again, getting up from the blissful relief of the rock. Your legs ache, but your curiosity claws at the insides of your skull. You slowly, cautiously make your way inside the cave. Of course, despite all your carefulness, your foot catches on a large, bulbous tangle of vines on the floor. You fall. But you don't hit the ground. You fall into a hole- knees roughly banging the edge as you clumsily tumble downwards into the deep dark abyss of another cavern. You feel yourself pick up speed as you continue falling- that is, until your head slams against the side of the hole just a minute after you fell.

...It's dark. Really dark. You can't see. Where are you? Something's covering your eyes- like a sleeping blindfold. You jolt as a sensation akin to needles poking you gentle on every pore and inch of skin you have consumes you for a second until you squirm. The blindfold is lifted. The first thing you see is a skeleton, about twice your size, with a slickly shiney, plump, round, 3D heart-shaped object in its hands. Its skull looks weird- rounded and unrealistic. It has a wide smirk on its face, made of wide but sharp canines- one of which is a golden tooth near to the far right. Its left eyesocket has a thick but small glowing redy-orange ring, akin to that of a fire but unnaturally smooth and cleanly edged to look like a ring, in the center, which appears to be a sort of eye as it looks right at you. Its right eyesocket is empty; dark; pitch black. It wears a red turtleneck sweater underneath a black winter coat with long, fluffy, yellowy fur on the hood, inside, bottom, and wrist cuffs- and the zipper is oddly shaped, too, with large golden triangles that clearly lock together perfectly, or would if it were actually zipped up. It also wears black basketball shorts with a singular, thick golden stripe down either side, and golden crew socks under red converse shoes with untied yellowy laces and yellowy toes. It pokes the red heart-shaped thing in its hands again. You writhe uncontrollable as something akin to painful pleasure spikes all over your being. Its smirk grows wider, sharper, as it suddenly flexes its thumb and roughly shoves it towards the object, penetrating the red, glossy surface as if it were incorporeal. You yelp as pain rips through you, then pleasure as the skeleton wriggles its thumb inside the object.