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You really, really weren’t a fan of sketchy places.
This was a very sketchy place that you were told to go to. Your best friend, who probably would never see you again since you were going to be murdered out here, gave you an oddly unspecific address on a tattered, weathered slip of paper. She left a little note, too.
When you need a good time or a distraction without worries, this is my go-to. Come tonight and I’ll show you around!
This was terribly inconspicuous and even a little melodramatic for her tastes, as it was mysterious, ominous, and quite frankly, a little spooky. Against your better judgement, you decided you ought to check it out; your day had been so pathetically awful that it really couldn’t get worse.
It did.
When you arrived at the “location” that your friend had dropped a pin on in the “maps” application for your phone, you found yourself at the top of a closed-off stairwell leading down into the old, abandoned part of the city’s subway systems. We had subways? It was grimy and stank of aging staleness, the once-vivid colored signs and subway schedules now dim and fading. A fluorescent orange barrier had been set up in front of the stairs, with a metal sign posted beside it.
Do Not Enter.
Okay, you were officially freaked out.
The night air was cold and dank, the sky a deep indigo sprinkled with nearly invisible specks of white stars littered throughout its blanket of darkness. The moon was half-hidden by a thick, grey cloud as it drifted haphazardly across the horizon, and you looked back to the stairwell, checking the map on your phone to assure you were in the right place.
Allegedly, you were.
You shook your head, rapidly texting a frustrated and very strongly-worded message to the best friend that pulled this little shenanigan on you when you saw it- a dim, almost unnoticeable flash of light from beneath the ground, somewhere deep inside the tunnel. Shaking your head of what clearly must have been an illusion, you continued typing your angry text as you turned to walk away; however, a sound stopped you in your tracks.
A low, thrumming bass from beneath your feet crawled up the bones of your legs all the way to the sternum protecting your rapidly beating heart. Then, a cheer, a wolf-whistle that whispered in the wind, disappearing just as it reached your ears before evaporating into the night air. You were close enough to listen closely, finally able to identify that someone was definitely down in the subway entrance before you, despite it being blocked off. You peered over the small gate and the side rails, seeing that same flash of light again, and you realized it was a slow-ticking, cool blue strobe light that was hardly visible from the top of the staircase.
You glanced at the unfinished text on your phone screen. Maybe this wasn’t a mistake, or a prank. Maybe this was it.
You shot your friend a quick text instead, a simple ‘I’m here’ to evoke her into coming out to get you if she was truly there. You tapped your foot anxiously, glancing around you at your surroundings in paranoia and fear as the slummish part of town engulfed you in an unsettling silence.
“[Y/N]? Is that you?” You startled at the sudden sound of a voice cutting through the silence, its tongue the knife that slices through the quietness of the night. You squint, turning in a circle to try and find where the voice had come from. “Down here, [Y/N]!” Your eyes fly to the creepy staircase, and she stood a few steps below the gate.
“Oh my god, where the hell did you bring me?” you whispered urgently, frantically looking around. Your friend giggled quietly before beckoning you to come closer.
“C’mon, you’ll like it, I promise!” She pried the gate open for you, the metal emitting an eerie, low creak that sounded far louder in your ears than it should have.
This was a bad, bad idea.
As you came closer to her, you noticed her appearance, and she noticed yours. You gaped at her revealing shorts, fitted white shirt, and glitter-covered skin. There was near neon white paint scattered across the skin of her bare legs in the shape of different hand prints, streaks of it where the hands were clumsy. Her makeup was slightly darker than usual, but nothing crazy. She wore a pink flower crown, and it glowed in the black-lighting from underneath the ground. She clucked her tongue at your sweater and leggings, shaking her head as she laughed at you.
“Thank goodness I brought a change of clothes for you, [Y/N], because that definitely won’t do.” She tugged your arm, pulling you halfway down the stairs until you were hidden from those above and fully below ground, and shuffled around in a bag that had been hidden on the corner of a step. She tugged out a lazy white v-neck, black shorts, and a flower crown, the colors ranging from forest green to spring verdant. You looked at her blankly as she stared, expectantly waiting. “

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Bạn thực sự, thực sự không phải là một fan hâm mộ của những nơi sơ Sài. Đây là một nơi rất sơ Sài mà bạn đã nói để đi đến. Bạn thân nhất, người có lẽ sẽ không bao giờ nhìn thấy bạn một lần nữa kể từ khi bạn sẽ bị ám sát ở đây, đưa cho bạn một địa chỉ kỳ quặc unspecific trên một mảnh giấy rách, phong. Cô để lại một lưu ý nhỏ, quá. Khi bạn cần một thời gian hoặc một phân tâm mà không cần phải lo lắng, đây là của tôi đi đến. Đến đêm nay và tôi sẽ cho bạn thấy xung quanh! Đây là terribly không dễ thấy và thậm chí một chút melodramatic cho thị hiếu của mình, như nó là bí ẩn, ominous, và khá thẳng thắn, một chút ma quái. Đối với bản án tốt hơn của bạn, bạn quyết định bạn nên kiểm tra xem nó ra; ngày của bạn đã như vậy pathetically khủng khiếp mà nó thực sự không thể có được tồi tệ hơn. Nó đã làm. Khi bạn đến vị trí"" bạn của bạn đã bỏ pin vào trong ứng dụng "bản đồ" cho điện thoại của bạn, bạn thấy mình ở đầu của một đóng cửa ra cầu thang dẫn xuống vào cổ, bị bỏ rơi một phần của hệ thống tàu điện ngầm của thành phố. Chúng tôi đã có tàu điện ngầm? Nó đã được grimy và stank của sự lão hóa staleness, vivid khi màu dấu hiệu và tàu điện ngầm lịch bây giờ và phai mờ. Một rào cản huỳnh quang màu da cam đã được thiết lập ở phía trước của cầu thang, với một dấu hiệu bằng kim loại, được đăng bên cạnh nó. Không đưa vào. Được rồi, bạn đã chính thức freaked ra. The night air was cold and dank, the sky a deep indigo sprinkled with nearly invisible specks of white stars littered throughout its blanket of darkness. The moon was half-hidden by a thick, grey cloud as it drifted haphazardly across the horizon, and you looked back to the stairwell, checking the map on your phone to assure you were in the right place. Allegedly, you were. You shook your head, rapidly texting a frustrated and very strongly-worded message to the best friend that pulled this little shenanigan on you when you saw it- a dim, almost unnoticeable flash of light from beneath the ground, somewhere deep inside the tunnel. Shaking your head of what clearly must have been an illusion, you continued typing your angry text as you turned to walk away; however, a sound stopped you in your tracks. A low, thrumming bass from beneath your feet crawled up the bones of your legs all the way to the sternum protecting your rapidly beating heart. Then, a cheer, a wolf-whistle that whispered in the wind, disappearing just as it reached your ears before evaporating into the night air. You were close enough to listen closely, finally able to identify that someone was definitely down in the subway entrance before you, despite it being blocked off. You peered over the small gate and the side rails, seeing that same flash of light again, and you realized it was a slow-ticking, cool blue strobe light that was hardly visible from the top of the staircase. Anh liếc nhìn lúc chưa hoàn thành văn bản trên màn hình điện thoại của bạn. Có lẽ đây không phải là một sai lầm, hoặc một prank. Có lẽ đây là nó. Anh bắn bạn của bạn một văn bản nhanh chóng thay vào đó, một đơn giản 'tôi đang ở đây' để gợi lại cô ấy vào sắp ra để giúp bạn nếu cô ấy đã thực sự có. Bạn khai thác bàn chân của bạn lo âu, glancing xung quanh bạn lúc môi trường hoang tưởng và sợ hãi như là một phần slummish của thị xã chìm bạn trong một sự im lặng đáng lo ngại. "[Y/N]? Đó là bạn? " Bạn giật mình lúc âm thanh đột ngột của một cắt bằng giọng nói thông qua sự im lặng, lưỡi dao lát qua sự tĩnh lặng trong đêm. Bạn lé, quay trong một vòng tròn để thử và tìm thấy tiếng nói đã có từ đâu đến. "Ở đây, [Y/N]!" Đôi mắt của bạn bay đến cầu thang đáng sợ, và nó lại một vài bước dưới cổng. "Oh my god, nơi các địa ngục đã làm bạn mang lại cho tôi?" bạn thì thầm khẩn trương, điên cuồng tìm kiếm xung quanh. Bạn cười khúc khích lặng lẽ trước khi vẫy tay gọi bạn đến gần. "Thôi mà, bạn sẽ thích nó, tôi hứa!" Cô pried mở cửa cho bạn, kim loại, phát ra một kỳ lạ, thấp creak nghe có vẻ to hơn xa trong tai của bạn hơn nó cần phải có. Đây là một ý tưởng xấu, xấu. As you came closer to her, you noticed her appearance, and she noticed yours. You gaped at her revealing shorts, fitted white shirt, and glitter-covered skin. There was near neon white paint scattered across the skin of her bare legs in the shape of different hand prints, streaks of it where the hands were clumsy. Her makeup was slightly darker than usual, but nothing crazy. She wore a pink flower crown, and it glowed in the black-lighting from underneath the ground. She clucked her tongue at your sweater and leggings, shaking her head as she laughed at you. “Thank goodness I brought a change of clothes for you, [Y/N], because that definitely won’t do.” She tugged your arm, pulling you halfway down the stairs until you were hidden from those above and fully below ground, and shuffled around in a bag that had been hidden on the corner of a step. She tugged out a lazy white v-neck, black shorts, and a flower crown, the colors ranging from forest green to spring verdant. You looked at her blankly as she stared, expectantly waiting. “