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Deputy Pratt ([personal profile] theweakhavepurpose) wrote in [community profile] redmarsshit 2019-10-30 03:41 am (UTC)

Deputy Pratt || Far Cry 5 || In Game - End of the Event

The area behind the ranch was trees and some smaller fields that Pratt had been cultivating into what would be vegetable plots in the future. The trees were tall and had spreading canopies in various colors, some dropping bright acorns in strange shapes. None of them were pine trees and it certainly wasn't a forest.

Until now.

Pratt hadn't even really noticed the change, he'd been digging in the field, a trench that would help to irrigate the few pepper plants that he had growing, staked against a few pieces of broken PVC pipe to keep them upright. Princess Thug had wandered away a few hours ago to go hunting, but he wasn't concerned - she'd be back in a few hours like normal. He didn't want to impede her natural instincts by keeping her inside or on a tether.

But this time when Pratt looked up to head back to the barn and store his tools away - the barn simply wasn't there. Well it might have been but it was impossible to tell as hundreds of trees had sprung up all around Pratt, tall pine trees so close together the light from above barely trickled down to the ground, the only open space remaining was the small field he'd been digging in.

Backing up he looked around, calling for the wolf, wondering where to run to, and what had happened. But over some loudspeakers that shouldn't even be there came a few tinkling lines of what sounded like a music box and all the color drained from Pratt's face.

"No... NO!"

The distorted echo of a song starts to play, sounding as if it's coming from underwater almost. Playing over itself in places and off tempo. Only youuuuuu.

Familiar Ground - Cull the Weak
There's a strange sound from within the room up ahead. Maybe it's music, maybe it's the dripping sound of water reverberating against concrete floor. But coming inside the room will reveal that nothing is as it should be. Tables and chairs are floating midair, even though it's inside there's trees and a gravel path and everything is tinted red. Things seem to be moving in slow motion and there's the perpetual sound of music that seems to come from every direction, the tune just slightly off between each speaker.

Pratt is up ahead, or he's behind you, or he's standing off to the side. He's there - in his green uniform and looking like he hasn't slept in a week. But is it Pratt?

The voice commanding someone to cull the weak or make your sacrifice certainly sounds like Pratt - but he doesn't seem to really be speaking. He doesn't seem to be doing anything but standing there.

There's another voice KILL KILL KILL strident and louder than Pratt's guttural monotone you are no hero. But the source of that one can't be found.

Welcome to the Trials. Make your sacrifice.

Network
Don't go into the room!

Don't run the trial. Don't do it don't do it

DON'T.

He's here.

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