Jonathan ran around the dimly lit hallway, passing by locked doors and attempting to find the exit. The interior design of the hallway seemed to be slowly decaying away with the wall paint that hung loose against the walls and among all that chaos were scratch marks, from simple plain scratches to ones that seemed to spell words. Jonathan could feel the vibrations caused by the loud stumping that seemed to get closer and closer no matter how fast he ran. "uoy elpoep era lla eht emas...yhw rehtob gninnur nehw uoy wonk m'i annog hctac pu syawyna?" Jonathan heard from afar as he continued aimlessly running about the hallway and attempting to open the doors. After a while Jonathan found a vent and opened it up before climbing in and quickly crawling as far as he could, eventually he reached a two way path, on the left was complete silence but on the right he could hear the muffles of a child crying, he desperately wanted to take the left path but his conscious wouldn't let him, after a whole minute of contemplating he decided to turn right to check on the situation. The vent path led to another room and through the small lines between the vent lid he could see a small child curled up into a ball in the corner of the room.
"Emily?" Jonathan softly asked, the room went quiet for a bit, "Mister?" Emily said back. "Are you okay?" Jonathan asked gently, "Of course" she replied getting up and patting her dress. "There's something coming" Jonathan said.
"I know"
"What? you know that thing?"
"ylime...the "thing" is my other half"
"That's your twin?!"
"No. That's what happens when you're a bad kid...i can talk to it for you.."
"Really?"
"Yea...just come out"
"uhh...you talk to it first, then i'll come out"
"Don't worry, i won't see you" Emily said as she exited the room, Jonathan waited a bit before crawling out of the vent and into the room. The room was covered in various wall drawings of a little kid who always had a huge monster standing next to her in every drawn scene.
"ereht uoy era"
"tf" Jonathan said turning back and for the first time amidst the chaos seeing the thing's appearance. It looked like Emily...but wrong, like a stolen painting replicated through cheap colour combinations...but it had eyes, it could blink, it could move them and it stared but it seemed as though it couldn't fully see, like it was guessing movements. "It can see, it just doesn't look like it because those eyes belong to me" Emily said from behind the thing, almost as if she could guess what Jonathan was thinking.
"And here i thought you couldn't get any creepier" Jonathan said mockingly laughing already admitting defeat of having been lured out of his hiding place.
"because we'd rather be victims that fought, to at least know we tried"
"huh?"
"The answer to your question earlier"