Bodil felt guilty, he should have never brought Simon in the first place. "H-Hey Simon look I-" Bodil turned but paused, Simon was no where to be seen. "Simon?" He looked around, where was he?

"Hey Simon if your hiding then come out t-this isn't funny." Bodil said as he walked towards the end where Simon once stood. "Where did he...did he leave?" Bodil walked to the black door and tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge.

"H-Huh?! Hey wait a minute!?" Suddenly The room felt very cold, Bodil turned around and froze, all the mirrors looked like they had been in a freezer, all of them where covered in frost and ice. "What the..." Bodil walked up to one of the mirrors, he could no longer see his image, he touched the cold ice and tried wiping it off but it was like the ice was part of the mirror itself.

"M...artin....Martin....M-" Bodil turned around, upon hearing a child's voice. His breathing became unsteady as he looked at the end of the hall to see the door to the next room, what's going on?

He quickly rushed over to it but the door was frozen shut! "Haha...you can't escape m....mister." Bodil looked behind him to see a child standing there at the end of the hall of mirrors. "No one escapes the fun house...no o-ne." The boy began to walk towards Bodil, who tried to open the door, but it seemed almost impossible!

"Haha, how sad...ill have to tell my f...friends that you didn't make it through the.......first room." The boy giggled, reaching out towards bodil. Suddenly, as if blessed with hope, the door swung open, making Bodil fall through, the boy frowned as the door slammed shut.

"What the h-hell..." Bodil tried to even out his breathing, his heart beat was sped up as he sat there on the floor. Words from before floated through his mind, making him clench his fists in frustration. 

   "Simon you don't have to be scared you know. I'll be right by your side the whole time anyways"

     "Promise?"

    "Of course I promise!"

Bodil looked down at his orange and yellow tie, he couldn't even keep a simple promise like that. Simon could be in danger and here he was, dwelling on that stupid promise and their stupid fight.

Standing up, Bodil glanced around the dark room. The floor was checkered, it was dark but there was a light pointed directly at a huge red and white target, next to the target was a small black box.

"Hm?" Bodil slowly walked over, maybe if he looked around he'd find clues to where Simon was? It was possible. Bodil grabbed the box, opening the lid to see many small knives, newly sharpened.

"What the...what are these for?" Bodil muttered as he picked up one of the blades. "Haha, i see that you've found my knives set." A voice stated. Bodil turned around to see a man with brown hair, wearing glasses that covered his brown eyes. He looked like he was dressed for the circus or something.

"W-Who are you...? Where's Simon?" Bodil asked defensively, the man tilted his head slightly. "Simon? I've never herd of someone named Simon. But my names tom." The man...or Tom stated, rather calmly, even though Bodil was carrying a box of fully sharpened knives as a defense weapon.

"How do I know that your not lying?" Bodil questioned, not trusting of the person who'd had just appeared. "Hm? Are you asking me to prove myself? Well...I'm sorry but there is no way I can prove that. I was only summoned here to stop people like you from getting through." Tom stated smiling.

"Cut the crap! What do you mean by stopping people like me?" Bodil asked, glaring at Tom. "There's no reason to get angry.  I just have to kill you before you get any further. That's probably what happened to your friend." Tom said, chuckling.

"What...but Simon was..." Bodils grip on the black box only tightened, how could Simon be dead...he was just alive a while ago...no this didn't make sense. He wouldn't believe it at all.

"Well, I do believe that those knives are mine. Do you mind returning them, after all they aren't yours." Tom requested, starring at Bodil. He glanced down at the box, Bodil didn't want to give it to him, tom did say that he'd kill him. Plus this is the only weapon in the room.

Tom seemed to have noticed Bodils hesitation and frowned. "You don't seem to want to give them back, that proves to be a problem." Bodil watched closely as Tom started to advance towards him, making him back up a few steps.

The lights flickered, "Do you really want to die? Haha, this is lame." In an instant Tom was right behind him, Bodil yelped as he struggled to get away from the man, but the box was ripped straight from his hands.

"See it wasn't so hard to hand back what's not yours." Tom said, his smile seemed to be more insane than it was before. Bodil looked around the dark room, hoping to find a door of some sort.

Tom laughed, watching Bodil panic. "You can't run, no one escapes this fun house." Tom pulled out one of the knives, he threw it, missing Bodils shoulder by only an inch.

"Tsk, missed...guess I'll see how good your luck stands." Before Bodil knew it, knives were being thrown left and right. "D-dammit...I'm not going to die here..." Bodil quickly ran across the room, ducking behind the target.

His heart beat quickened, he could hear the foot steps of Tom getting closer. "You can't hide, I'll find you either way." Tom chuckled, grabbing another knife and glancing at the target.

Bodil turned his head slightly to the side, his eyes widened as a knife went right through the target, almost nailing him in the face. Bodil backed up a little, only to fall back.

"Haha, f-o-u-n-d you~!" Tom cheered, grabbing yet another knife. "Shall we start the show?" Another light turned on, revealing the black door he was looking for. The door to the next room, maybe Simon was at the end of all these rooms?

The door was cracked open slightly, meaning it wasn't locked. "If you can make it to that door without dying, your lucky." Tom states, aiming his knife towards Bodil, whom looked at the exit. "Simon...."

Without hesitating, Bodil took off running towards the door, from one side of the room to the other side where the door was. Tom was caught off guard, surprised that the boy ran without thinking.

He quickly grabbed some knives and threw them, a few managed to hit its target however Bodil had made it to
the next room, just as more knives hit the door as it shut. "Hm, it's a shame...maybe he is the one? Nah, what am I to think I'm only room two after all. Let's just see what despair awaits him." Tom then walked back into the shadows, awaiting his next unlucky guest to arrive.

Waiting for all the pray to walk in...right into his trap...

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Before anyone questions who tom is, I'll just say that he's an oc of mine. I wanted to make some rooms different so...lets just see what the next one is :)

-Admin