The Box

DAY ONE

The test had begun, and seeing I had nowhere to go except for here, I took a seat on the floor of the box, trying to think of other things besides of what had happened in the past four hours. Thinking of negative things was the last thing I wanted to do right now, seeing the negativity would add to the creepiness of the environment I was in. I didn't know where I was, who had put me here, or if I was even alone in the endless darkness. I stopped myself right there, feeling a chill run up my spine.

"Think happy thoughts," I said to myself, attempting to shrug off the small bit of fear that had corrupted my mind.

I was already too late, feeling my body enter a state of insecurity and paranoia. It was true. I had no idea if I was alone or if the sick bastards that had stuck me in this hell had included any other threats in this hell with me. I stood back up, attempting to listen for any growls, breathing, or the sound of any steps within the environment. The hissing noise within the box made the task impossible, as I debated on moving from my current area. I couldn't see anything, so finding my way around the box was far from possible.

As I attempted to listen for anything over the sound of the hissing, I made sure to keep my breathing shallow, not wanting to arouse any sort of attention, if there was anything here accept myself. No matter how hard I tried to hear for anything, the hiss made it impossible, meaning that if I was going to find anything, I had no choice but to move away from the hissing noise. As much as I didn't want to move, I had to, so I carefully moved away from the hissing noise with caution.

I took baby steps away from the hiss, immediately noticing a difference in volume. The hissing noise became much more quiet, as I moved more and more throughout the large enclosure. I took great caution with each step, reaching out with my hands for guidance. The only thing I prayed not to feel was something along the lines of prickly fur or even another human's flesh. The people who threw me in this place were sick and twisted enough to do something that demented, so I just continued to feel around for either a wall or nothing.

For a good twenty minutes, I had walked around the box and found nothing but blank space and four glass walls. I had not heard anything besides the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat within my chest. Even though I had no idea where I was in the box, I knew that the theory I had about being locked in here with something else was all but diminished. As I came to a stop within the darkness, I let out a breath of relief, knowing that I was safe within this place, and that the voice I had heard from the intercom was not lying.

I shook my head at that theory, realizing what was happening. It was exactly what the voice had stated before.

"This is a test of mentality and sanity, meaning this test will play tricks on your mind, human. The darkness is both a matter of wonders and mysteries, able to fool even the boldest of the bold."

I had been tricked into nearly trusting the people that had put me here! I understood the purpose of me being put into pitch-black darkness. It had easily fooled me into thinking that I wasn't alone here, and even now, it still had me on the verge of panic, unsure of what other tricks I might fall for if I didn't keep a level head. This was only day one, and within only thirty minutes, I was already panicking.

"Remain focused," I spoke to myself. "It's just a box. Nothing more. There's nothing to be scared of. It's all in your head."

Indeed it was. Exactly what these sick people wanted me to know. I just hadn't realized it until just then in the darkness of the box. I didn't know who these people were, where I was, or if I was even safe. All I knew is that if I had any chance of surviving, I had to remain level-headed. Easy enough, right? Wrong.

I opened eyes, only to find myself in my computer desk chair, tied down by rope and unable to move anything except my head. I looked around, seeing that I was back in my room, but once I saw the computer screen, I knew I was in danger. The computer screen was a familiar sight. A sight I'd never forget. Fluttershy was in the middle of a dark room, humming a tune that had an ambience of happiness and kindness, until she turned to the screen to face me. The element of kindness was holding a large knife with one hoof, and caressing the blade's edge slowly with the other, continuing to hum her tune.

Her eyes stared into mine, as she stared at me with a deadly smile on her face. I struggled with all my strength to get out of the chair, but it was clear that I wasn't going anywhere, as Fluttershy began to speak familiar words.

"Such a shame that someone that grew up such a sweet boy would pull an act of such unkindness, " she spoke in her normal sweet voice. "For that, you must be shown that such horrible acts will not pass, but don't worry, I'll be as gentle as possible."

At that moment, Fluttershy leaned toward the computer screen, easily passing through the computer screen, just like Samara passes through the television in the movie "The Ring." Fluttershy's appearance had changed from what I saw behind the computer screen. Instead of her eyes being their normal blue color, her eyes had changed into an endless black with her pupil being a single red dot. She looked more evil and demented, but her voice is what added to her character.

"Don't worry, Fluttershy knows what she's doing," she spoke to me.

The voice started out normal, but quickly escalated into a more demonic sound, as she thrusted the knife into my left arm. The pain was unbearable, as she dug deeper and deeper into my arm, proceeding to carving "TRAITOR" into my arm. It was just like before, only with more force and unbearable pain. I screamed for mercy, as Fluttershy continued to carve, humming that same tune in the moment of torture.

I woke up screaming in the darkness of the box, hearing my screams echo off the four walls of the enclosure. Sweat drenched my entire body, as I struggled to catch my breath. I inhaled and exhaled long breaths of fear, as I stood back up, feeling my heart beat inside of my chest. The struggle to catch my breath continued, as my mind came to realization of where I was and that I had just woken up from a horrifying nightmare.

I finally managed to catch my breath after nearly a minute of waking up from the nightmare. Sweat dripped from my forehead, as I calmed myself down to a content level of breathing normal.

"Calm down," I said to myself. "It was just a nightmare."

It was hard to focus in the darkness, as I wiped away the large amount of sweat that had been built up on my forehead. I had no idea how long I had slept, nor did I even remember falling asleep. I regained my composure, and stood in the darkness, noticing that my throat was awfully dry. I was dehydrated and exhausted.

From among the darkness, I suddenly heard a mild giggle, which immediately caused me to jump to caution. I wondered if it was just my imagination, as I carefully navigated through the mass of darkness, suddenly hearing another giggle. This time it was loud enough for me to clarify that it wasn't my imagination.

"Hello?" I yelled, immediately noticing something move within the darkness.

Whatever had moved was quick, but I swore that I had saw something like a yellow stream in the glimpse of movement. The darkness made it impossible to tell, as I moved deeper into the darkness, hearing something very familiar. A humming tune had suddenly made itself known within the box, as I muttered out a word without realizing it.

"Fluttershy?" I questioned.

The humming just continued, as I saw yet another glimpse of yellow closer to me. I attempted to look around, but it was pitch-black everywhere I looked. The humming got closer, closer, and closer, until I realized it was coming from in front of me. I couldn't see anything, but I did see two red dots, as she got closer to me. As defense, I threw punches toward the red dots, but I hit nothing except blank space. The humming grew in volume as I threw fist after fist, hitting only blank space once again.

I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!

That's all I could scream in my head, as the two red dots finally made contact. I continued to throw punches as defense, but it was like fighting a ghost. I expected the impact to be my demise, but instead I felt nothing, as I heard the humming tune dissipate in the darkness.

"Was that real? It had to be?!" I contemplated, as I heard the intercom erupt within the box.

"Day one complete," spoke the same robotic voice. "Day two has begun."

With that, the intercom static faded to nothing, and I was left alone again, wondering if what I had saw was real or just some sort of hallucination. I'd never know the answer, because this darkness was managing to do what it was designed for. I could no longer tell what was real and what was just a mind trick, and I still had two days to go. Two days of hell.