Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-44935662-20200207224258

Here is an eldritch grimdark tale I puked onto paper. If anyone has any thoughts on improving it then I would be grateful otherwise I'll post it on the wiki if I get a positive reponse.

'''  'The centre could no longer hold. The last thin thread keeping mankind’s self-destructive tendencies in check finally snapped. The bombs rained hell down upon all major cities and skies lit up with a bright blue flash. Very few were able to flock to safety in various shelters built globally by their respective governments. Among them were little stacey and her parents. As mutually assured destruction came into fruition the father drove his family to a bunker that he had commissioned when tensions between nations were at a dangerous high. This structure was however never fully finished due to the team behind it inexplicably quitting without a word to him. What protection it could provide would have to do despite the incompleteness. They sealed the metal entrance behind them. The last sight they would see of the outside being a mushroom cloud in the distance.The only belongings they salvaged were the clothes on their backs and little stacey’s beloved teddy bear.

Sadly even then they were not safe yet. The Father started to lead them further in praying they could get down into the lower-chambers before radiation comes to claim them. The door to the stairwell that would have quickly got them down into safety wouldn’t open no matter how hard the father and the mother tried. The only hope was a scantily emergency elevator that could lead them down to the beds, kitchen, and clinic.The father’s stoic mask was starting to crack as he led his cherished wife and his little princess into the barely trustable elevator. He figured this machinery could either lead to safety or allow a quick end. Both options would save them from the godless misery that could be brought upon them by the bombs up above.

The elevator doors closed shut and it slowly began to descend. Little Stacey latched onto her mother as the space around them shook from the shockwaves above ground. When the quakes passed and nerves now almost fully shattered the slow and silent descent continued. Not a single word being uttered by the three of them all the while. In their  heads thoughts of everything they have ever known, loved, and detested now being vaporized off the face of the earth as they stood there with an uncertain future ahead of time. The blue light of the shaft keeping them company while lost in thought. Things kept growing unfortunate for the trio as the last wimpers of humanity crawling through their minds caused the parents to forget a timeless and self-evident truth: It can always be worse and it can always get worse.

In the blink of an eye a loud thunderous noise echoed through the shaft nearly rendering all deaf.The once somber blue light morphed into blood red. As if the line itself was cut the ele seemingly free-dropped down at an inhuman speed. Little Stacey was crying and screaming as her parents braced each other for a almost-certain deadly Impact. At what felt like the speed of light they fell impossibly into deep depths of the earth. The father's eyes closed and arms holding together his family he expected what hopefully would be a quick end. He would not be so fortunate.

Somehow and someway the elevator stopped suddenly and gracefully as if nothing happened. Not a single physical injury or side-effect among the family reared its head. As their eyes opened and disbelief overcame their faces, the doors to the elevator opened and a cave waited before them. After a moment of recomposure and emotional reassurance to the distraught daughter the family walked forward, the parents deluding themselves into thinking shelter and salvation laid in a cavern ahead. Little Stacey yanking at her mother’s clothes pleading with her mom and dad not to go further into the darkness. She sensed danger of course but sadly the wisdom of the child was overwritten by the arrogance of  the adults. Barely ten minutes into their trek a booming inhuman voice spoke to the family from seemingly nowhere and everywhere.

“Welcome trespassers from earth. A new and joyous life can now greet you if you so choose it.” '''

'''The father, putting on a mask of bravery, shouted at whatever hidden person was amongst the cave to reveal itself and drop the act. Figuring it to be one of the construction workers who he thought upped and left. He ignored the voice in his screaming at him that this monstrosity was not a human being and this nothing but idiocy. Before the father can even finish his rant and before little stacey’s sobs could even reach a audible pitch, multiple glowing pink tendrils shot out of the dark sidelines of the cave and latched onto the mother and the father. They didn’t even have the time or chance to let out an “I love you” to their little girl. The now visible and various sentient masses of tentacles ripped apart Little Stacey’s mommy and daddy limb by limb. Gleeful childish giggles coming from their unseen mouths. The mother’s blood in particular splattering all over Little Stacey’s upper-body. A blank unfocused gaze overtook the once expressive face of the child. Contrary to what was assumed by all parties present in this horror the father did have one last thought before he met his end: the workers he hired to build the bunker. He realized his final moments they didn’t quit without notice due to the imminent war. They made an unthinkable discovery and these things got to them. The little girl stood there detached from everything and anything around her. That is until the booming voice spoke again.

“Young one, you have a choice. You can either join your parents in their non-existence or you can join us so that you may find true solace few humans have enjoyed. It is your call.”

With no other choice in plainsight and with not a single thing in the universe left to lose she nodded in grim acceptance. She shielded her eyes when a bright red portal opened up in front of her instantly. Dropping her once beloved Teddy Bear on the ground, the same one her late mother won for her at a state fair, she walked into it and into a horrible fate. It was of course no heaven that welcomed her for she found herself immediately and tortured in unimaginable ways. Crazed torment done emotionally, physically, and often done in certain ways no child should know about let alone experience. The little girl screamed, cried, and weakly fought against the daily flayings, the fiery immulations, and the stabbings and dismemberments all done by a diverse variety of demonic beasts. Sometimes they did it while taking on the appearance of Little Stacey’s deceased loved ones.

This went on for years, decades, and even centuries until her physical form finally mutated into something unrecognizable from her former self. All memories of all her old life and her humanity gradually being lost to time. Aeons after aeons passed in the netherworld and Little Stacey was no more. What was left could not even recall her birth name. Now she was another denzin in the netherworld who frolocked in the bueatiful pain she and her pals inflict upon any meek lifeforms who inadvertently crossed through their forbidden gateways which are scattered across the cosmos.

Billions and billions of years later the surface of earth a race of intergalactic explorers and one of the many successors to the human race known as the Ashikians made their landing on the planet. In the following decades amidst their chartering and colonization of what homosapeins once called their home a research team discovered an ancient bunker deep within an unexplored wooded area. There lay right at the entrance a intact teddy bear still as clean and crisp as the day the bombs originally fell. Despite the sense of dread growing across the team one of its members did try picking up the bear only to fall to the ground shrieking loudly. They did not settle down until a few days later with no memory of their brief psychotic break except for a jumble of impossible alien words once uttered amongst old cults from a different age and in a different tongue than what is known to this species.

“That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.”

As these words echoed above ground the beast that was once a little girl now happily frolocked in her brightly colored volcanic hellscape. On this day she whimsically devoured the flesh of an overly curious treasure hunter who explored too deeply inside a temple located within the seventh moon of Rygon. Even though it’s echoing cries were delicious to her she did hope that it too can someday find the same solace she had found eons ago. 