Lore/Story Wynncraft Novel #2 Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter: ENJOY!

Death​

A detailed, grey, ceiling fades into view above my head. I get up and walk towards the mansion’s stairs. The pain is gone, and I have no scratches or blood on my skin. My clothes are intact and my head's clear. WHEN YOU’RE READY, COME TO MY OFFICE. The voice didn’t echo of muffle, it was like it had been planted into my head. I reply, almost as if I am talking to myself. “Am I dead?” I muster, continuing up the stairs. WHY OF COURSE YOU’RE DEAD, JUST LIKE THE LAST 326 TIMES. I strain, trying to remember something, but I cannot recall ever dying, or this mansion, or the voice that occupies it. “Then why can I not remember anything such as this?” I insist. The voice laughs, YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD LET YOU REMEMBER? I close my eyes, there is nothing I can remember about my death, except on the clocktower. My eyes open instantly, and I’m struggling for breath, the spiders, so many! The pain, I trip up the steps and struggle to my feet. Then I’m fine. I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND RELIVING THE EXPERIENCE OF DEATH, IT IS NOT ENJOYABLE. COME TO MY OFFICE, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I find myself walking towards some double doors, instinctively, like I've done it before. Then sitting before me is a skeleton. It holds up a grin, taunting you, and your existence. It is staring into my soul. YOU ARE HUMAN, I LIKE HUMANS. THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN THEY REALLY ARE. BUT YOU, YOU’RE DIFFERENT. YOU ARE A STRONG, RESILIENT KIND. A BIT LIKE THOSE LOVELY VILLAGERS. ALTHOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE MOST OF THEM HAVE LOST THEIR TONGUES. IN FACT SPEAKING TO THEM IS LIKE SPEAKING TO MY FRUIT FRIENDS. He indicates towards a bowl of fruit, every single one of the fruits has been given googly eyes, I have to try extremely hard not to laugh. THEY ARE NOT FOR EATING, BUT YOU CAN HAVE SOME COOKIES. He indicates with his other hand towards a plate of chocolate chip cookies. “Thanks but no thanks, Mr…” DEA... ER I MEAN… BILL, CALL ME BILL. THAT IS A COMMON NAME IS IT NOT? Insists the skull, “umm… yes it is.” I stare at Mr Bill’s neck. “How do you speak?” AHH YES, ABOUT THAT…. I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW. I look away. “So what do you want Mr Bill?” OH, ACTUALLY I DON’T LIKE THAT NAME, JUST CALL ME DEATH. I look at his eyes, well, holes. “Okay, Death.” YES THAT’S BETTER, WELL YOU WAS KILLED BY A QUEEN SPIDER, YOU ARE UNLUCKY. BIG BEAST SHE IS. DON’T WANT TO MESS WITH HER. THE THING IS YOU NEED TO IF YOU WANT TO BE ALIVE AGAIN, BUT OF COURSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO. I WOULDN’T… “Yes I want to live again! So what do I need to do with her?” HMM YES, YOU NEED TO KILL HER. He says bluntly. I blink at him, “Kill her?” I stammer. YES, JUST GO THROUGH THE BIG DOOR OUTSIDE AND FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE. “I look at him through my fringe, and he nods at me. LITERALLY. I sprint out the door and leap through the large window pane on the other side of the mansion. OH COME ON, WHY DOES EVERYONE DO THAT? I hear him moan as I roll the landing and sprint towards the large door.