so the oneshot didn't pan out but i finally found the motivation to keep updating the horror green
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>All the while, the pack of maladies gave chase, their distorted howls never far behind.
>Tradewind’s legs decried every riotous gallop, merciful numbness snaking its way through each with every leap forward.
>What felt like years passed before the nil-horizon slowly faded into a comprehensible image - a lone door waiting slightly ajar at the end of the passageway.
>Quicker than she anticipated, she was upon it, and the full weight of her dead sprint crashed into the ageless metal.
>Smatterings of dust and metal shavings sprung from the door into open air as it swung inward, the decaying latch decimated by the sudden impact.
>Tradewind tumbled forth through the threshold, a splitting headache having taken root before she even hit the floor.
>Dazed, she desperately struck out behind her with her back leg, hoping to find the door and slam it shut.
>It never did, though.
>It took her a few moments of bathing in abject panic before she realized that the mechanical pandemonium had died out completely - so, too, had the screams of her aggressors.
>The only things she could hear were her own unsteady sobs and the occasional gasp for air.
>Stars in her vision made it almost impossible to see in the darkness.
>Though she wanted nothing more than to stand and resume her escape, the pure exhaustion that had overcome her legs had simply deemed it not to be.
>She let the weight of her fatigue roll her onto her side, and as her cheek found its way to the floor, it was met not with the cold metal she had expected.
>Instead, plush carpet softly caressed her from below - a plush carpet that she recognized.
>Having spent most of her life playing on it, how could she not?
>When the filaments of light in her eyes had finally cleared away, she was both bewildered and elated to find herself on the ground by her bed.
>Not the sleeping bag swaddled on the cave floor, no; the plush, dream-lined mattress she had been yearning for since everything had begun.
>Though she wanted nothing more, she couldn’t bring herself to believe she had been dreaming.
>The continued pain in her leg, the stinging, the screams…
>It was all far too real to discount.
>With no other recourse, she slowly sat herself up, groaning against the dull ache of her limbs.
>The glow from her bedside window cloaked the room in swathes of abyssal light that glittered against the dark, offering shrewd glimpses beyond an inch in front of her face.
>Her pink, decidedly frilly room was as she left it before the trip - a bit disheveled with most of her toys out of their bins, but mostly tidy otherwise.
>As she sat in the faux comfort of the grand imitation, her eyes came to rest on the open doorway leading out into the rest of her home.