I'm taking off running, my shoes clanking against the metallic floor, the demon trailing behind me with a knife in hand and a wide, fanged grin on his face. I need to lose him somehow or I'm fucked. I begin thinking of ways to get out of this situation before he kills me. I never gave his Void space a permanent design - he likes to change things around however he sees fit for his "games" - but he always gives his victims a chance, no matter how. My attention diverts to the steam vents. These vents are running all throughout the building. Probably for the aesthetic, but, perhaps, I can use them for another purpose.
Without another thought, I extend my hand towards a pipe as I pass it. A sharp bone fires out, however glitched and fragmented due to the damage I had already sustained during the original encounter. I don't have much magic, but I had to give myself something - I'm dealing with demons here, and whether I created them or not, I had to have some sort of defense against them, so I settled for this. I was always one for the Sans stuff, huh?
Anyway, the bone cuts through the vent, causing steam to rocket out and hit Shadow dead on. I continue running through the metal corridor, before slipping into the first room I see. A bedroom, by the looks of it. There's a closet, a bed, a lamp . . . among other things my mind is rushing too much to focus on right now. Because I won't fit underneath the bed and hiding in the lamp is just stupid, I settle for diving into the closet and closing the door carefully, so as to not cause noise. I sit on the ground, beginning to calm myself down. It's not like he'll see, right? He's never been the brightest, even though he likes to think he is. Guess we have that in common, huh?
Then, I hear him walk in. "Oh, Diamond͘ . ̨. ̶. C͏ome ͞o̶ut͡,҉ com͟e o͏u̵t, wh̴eréver͠ y͡o͏u̷ ͢ar̷e.͜~" His voice is glitching, changing in volume and pitch wildly every second, but seems to be more stable than usual - come to think of it, since my attempt at making him fade had failed his entire form has been glitching less than usual. I hold my breath. If he even hears my breathing, I'm fucked. He walks very close to the closet, almost alarmingly close - I can see him through the crack at the bottom of the door. He doesn't seem to notice me, however. So, he walks away. I soon hear the door of the bedroom close behind him. I crack the door open slightly to make sure he's gone. He's not in sight. I breath a sigh of relief, stepping out into the open.
Then, I feel a sharp pain in my back.
"Ni̷ce ̀t̸ry҉,͘ ͞D҉įa҉m͘ond͜,̢ but̴ ͏I͡'̨m̶ p̕ra̢c̸ti͝c̨a͜l͝l͡y͝ ̧om̵nipr̢es̵eńt͝ ͘in ͝thi͢ş ̴p͘lace.̨ You ͢m̡ade ͡m̧e̛ to͜o͠ ͜pow͟erful ̕f̷or yo̕ur own ̀g̀ood̷." I feel the blood begin to soak my clothes. The demon laughs, pulling the blade out and pushing me to the ground. Everything begins to fade around me.
Everything . . . goes . . . dark . . .