deformed bone

That door looked like an ordinary, ordinary door.

It's the kind of door that you can't remember any of its features even if you push it open and close it countless times a day.

The only thing worthy of attention is probably the color of the door.

A red that is neither bright nor pleasant.

As if some unspeakable existence deliberately chose the most uncomfortable color number when choosing a color for it.

And when you observe it with your consciousness, this uncomfortable and unpleasant feeling will be a thousand times... ten thousand times stronger than what you see with your eyes...

Contrary to its seemingly ordinary and mundane appearance, the door feels wet to the touch.

Cold, wet, sticky, constantly wriggling...

Like the tongue or viscera of some huge and ugly creature sticking out.

Even if he only touched that thing consciously, Calvin still shuddered from that terrible touch.

In a trance, he felt as if he was attracted by that door.

Oh no, that's not "feeling", it's reality.

At the moment when he tried to close the door and approached the "door" with his consciousness, the shape of the door itself also changed.

A faint and hazy filthy light seeped out from the crack of the "door", and the surface of the "door" quickly clustered with slime-like unknown objects. The thing was black and red, like mold or something else. What rot.

In fact, they are far more dangerous than mold and rot - they are extremely "sticky" and extremely tough.

The moment Calvin "touched" the door, those things rushed towards Calvin at an appalling speed.

As "consciousness" itself, it should have no shape or outline, "consciousness" should not be bound, but that thing did it.

They were like ropes one after another tightly entangled Calvin's consciousness, and then slowly stretched out countless branch-like tentacles and inserted them into Calvin's consciousness.

【"No no no no no-"】

Calvin let out a miserable cry uncontrollably.

Painful, very painful.

Pain, as well as fear, and all the negative emotions beyond human expression were within Calvin's consciousness.

If this is not the worst situation, then the development of the next thing may be left behind.

At the same time that he was captured by the "door", Calvin realized with great horror that he was gradually becoming solid and concrete.

It was as if his consciousness was being transformed into reality bit by bit, and the faint and distant emotions and touches that were originally like a dream washed over his nerves like a torrent.

Do not……

Calvin could no longer consciously perceive his surroundings.

He had to reopen his eyes.

He originally had a very faint hope that everything he had experienced before was a lie, a nightmare.

But everything that came into his sight shattered his illusions.

The darkness was real, and so was the red door in front of him.

Even the slime and tentacles wrapped around his arms and dragging him bit by bit towards the inside of the gate are real.

Extreme longing and distorted possessiveness collided inside Calvin's body like substance, and Calvin instinctively felt that disgusting emotion actually came from the outside, from the bit by bit attached to his body The tentacles of the "door" tentacles.

that thing...

Hungryly awaiting Calvin's entry inside the "gate".

That's "Red Deer."

Calvin knew this just by seeing the creature's wriggling sharp teeth and countless eyes glowing slightly in the dark.

That's what Red Deer really looks like.

And now, Red Hart was eagerly awaiting the moment Calvin would be dragged inside the door.

Calvin tried to struggle, but his mind and body were incredibly dull.Especially the tentacles and slime left in his body by the "door" and "red deer"... They firmly imprisoned everything about Calvin in place.

They then dragged Calvin towards the inside of the "gate".

"Let go... let go... I..."

Calvin struggled frantically.

The familiar icy power emerged from his body again, and when it came into contact with the light, those terrifying tentacles and mucus melted into dark brown blood.

But Calvin's rebellion actually aroused the "gate"'s rebellion again.

More slime and tentacles squirmed over, and under their suppression, Calvin's light was constantly dying and dissolving—the "door" did not stop dragging Calvin itself.

When Calvin realized it, his shoulder was almost touching the inside of the "door".

Countless obscene and dark eyes fell on Calvin at the same time, and Calvin screamed.

He's going to swallow it.

This time it was completely engulfed.

Calvin had a premonition that after being dragged into the "door" here, he would never be able to come out of the door again.

And just when Calvin was about to be dragged in by the "door", a pair of hands suddenly came out from behind the "door".

【Awake……】

Behind the slime that seemed to wriggle itself, a rare and eerie face loomed.

A handsome man's face.

And his hands.

【Wake up...don't be confused by it...】

The man opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

But Calvin still heard his intermittent words in a trance.

Don't be fooled--

confuse?

wait wait wait……

It was like a flash of lightning suddenly lighting up the entire dark night sky.

In that brief moment, Calvin suddenly saw everything around him clearly again.

There is no darkness, no door, no tentacles and slime, no nameless and formless unspeakable.

Only himself, and face to face with him... him.

……

……

……

Calvin slowly opened his eyes.

Beside his was a cute little face, frowning and looking at him curiously.

Blonde hair fell from his head, glinting in the backlight.

"Ah, you're awake!"

After looking at Calvin for a while, the owner of that face, a cute little girl, murmured childishly.

Calvin couldn't help blinking.

The next second, the little girl jumped off the bed.

"Brother Virgil—Brother Virgil—the angel has woken up!"

Before Calvin had time to get up, the girl was hopping and running towards the door like some kind of small animal, all the while yelling.

Calvin slowly sat up from the bed, he observed his surroundings vigilantly, and then he found himself lying on a children's bed, no matter from the graffiti on the wall or the toys scattered on the ground, It is enough to prove that Calvin is in a little girl's room at this time.

It must be admitted that the unique fragrance of milk and childishness in the little girl's room almost made Calvin think that he was still in a dream—if the little girl turned into a zombie or a devil and appeared again In front of Calvin, he would not feel strange at all.

Of course, the little girl quickly returned to Calvin—she didn’t turn into a zombie or a monster—and she brought Virgil to Calvin with all her attention.

"Brother Virgil, look, he really woke up!"

Calvin heard the little girl make a particularly arrogant voice behind the green-eyed man.

"Vigily?"

Calvin stared at Virgil in a daze.

The latter's eyes turned slightly red when he saw him.

"You woke up...you...finally...oh my god..."

Vigilie stuttered a bit even when he spoke.

He ran towards Calvin, stepped on a Lego block scattered on the ground, and almost fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to notice, and rushed to Calvin like a big dog. next to the text.

"you're awake!"

He held Calvin's face in his hands, and looked at Calvin's face carefully with tears in his eyes.

"What happened? I...we..."

Calvin felt his brain was in a mess.

He was so confused that he couldn't figure out what was going on with him.

He vaguely felt that there were some things that he needed to deal with, but at this moment, there was only a blank in his mind.

Only a piece of childish, clumsy country music kept repeating in his head.

"You almost disappeared."

Virgil suddenly reached out and hugged Calvin in his arms. He rested his chin on Calvin's shoulder and whispered with sobs.

"disappear?"

Calvin murmured.

He tried again to remember what happened to him before, but something strange happened, and he felt as if he couldn't remember anything.

"I don't know……"

Calvin murmured helplessly.