Closet?

While the Colonel and his men were finishing the rest of the burial ceremony...

In a faraway solar system, a plot was slowly being hatched as a young boy no older than 12 was currently getting ready to kill his father.

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An eye peeked out of an old and dusty closet.

The eye slowly looked all throughout the room. The eye was looking at a bedroom; the windows were bound shut, and a gray cloth covering was unevenly taped onto them

A small amount of light went through the covered windows that barely lit up the room.

A soaked bed cover was lazily thrown onto the floor, right next to the big queen-sized bed that lay against the wall.

On the right side of the bed, an old, big red pool of some red substance stained the dirty white carpet.

The closet door slowly opened with a creak as an incredibly thin boy stepped out of it.

The thin boy had long, disheveled purple hair that reached down to his shins, and his eyes had an absent look to them in this dark room. It was hard to tell what the true color was, but steeped in all of the darkness, they looked as if black ink had stained the boy's eyes.

The boy walked away from the closet, leaving it open, and crouched down as he began walking to the door. The boy quickly laid down on the old and dry carpet and peeked under the door. He could barely see under the door, but it was enough. He saw a dark hallway with three doors, two in the middle of the hallway on the left and right, and a beaded doorway at the far end of the hall.

The boy stayed there for a few minutes and focused on the bead door all the way down the hallway, but after a few minutes, there was nothing.

The boy stood up and opened the bedroom door.

As the boy opened the door, a vile smell blasted from the hallway and into his nose. The boy hastily leaned on the doorframe as he began to retch. The boy continued to lean on the door frame for a little while before getting up and walking down the hall.

With every step, the stench got greater and greater until he reached the two doors. The stench was at its greatest as he looked towards the left door.

The purple-haired boy was looking into the bathroom. He walked closer to the door and looked into the bathroom.

The bathroom had white tiles along its floor and walls, and some dried red substance was all across the tiled floor and in the sink. He looked to the right, where the bathtub was. Semi-clear curtains were set up, blocking anyone from clearly seeing inside. But even with the curtain, multiple silhouettes could be seen in the bathtub.

The silhouettes looked like a singular taller person with two other shorter people Sitting down in the tub.

The boy's breathing began to grow rampant as he looked towards the silhouettes. He quickly grabbed the bathroom doorknob and closed it.

He quickly turned his head, not looking towards the other door, and continued walking down towards the beaded door.

The beaded door shook as the purple-haired boy walked through the doorway.

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As the boy walked through the beads, he entered the kitchen or living room. To his left was the old kitchen with a bar, and to the right was an old leather couch that was set up in front of a dusty TV.

The boy sat down on the couch and lifted up the cushions. He eventually pulled out a small black rectangular remote, and the TV buzzed to life with a single click.

With a flash, the TV turned on and flooded the dark living room with light.

A man dressed in a red suit appeared on the screen.

"Good morning, DowCity residents! This is your favorite new anchor, Dolly Dollson!"

"And today we have some exciting news!"

"So do not go anywhere as we go into this ad break!"

The man in the red suit gave a toothy smile as the screen immediately transitioned to a beautiful blue sea with bulging waves.

A tantalizing female voice whispering came from the TV.

"Have you ever wanted to go to Grand Wsra?"