Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 111
“Why does this happen?” Julian asked, seizing the moment to take control.
With five days to survive, his enemies in the shadows and himself exposed, he wasn’t worried. Two Blessings gave him an edge.
“Don’t know,” Oscar replied, his plump face regaining its smile, though a wary glint lingered in his eyes. “It’s a quirk unique to Abyss Prison, affecting only the prisoners.”
“Picture it like this: we’re on a beach, and the tide rolls in, swallowing us. Monsters ride in with it, attacking.”
“But over time, the tide and monsters recede. That’s why we call it the Tide.”
“Hold on—time?” Julian caught the flaw in his words. “It stopped when you killed the last green prisoner, didn’t it? What’s time got to do with it?”
Oscar glanced at the scattered remains, unfazed. “The Tide fades with time, but that window’s long enough for those Glimmerfiends in the water to kill us.”
“There’s another way to stop it: rehabilitate every member of a faction on the current floor.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed, catching key details. He filed them away for later.
“Sounds like a punishment set by the Prison’s enforcers,” Julian said, probing further. “Are you rehabilitating green prisoners to ensure your own survival?”
“We thought so at first,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “But like I told you, the warden and guards can’t sense the Tide. It freezes their time, blanks their minds.”
“This guard beside you? He hears every word, but anything about the Tide gets filtered out.”
“As for your other question—” Oscar’s grin widened, curling with menace. “Can you live without food or water?”
“For us, taking lives is our instinct, like eating or drinking for you.”
“Who fights their nature?”
His kindly smile twisted into something sinister, his eyes gleaming with greed and madness. “Honestly, I’ve been holding back. I’m dying to give you a proper welcome.”
“These rehabilitation tools—pick one. Wanna try? We could have some fun.”
As he spoke, the purple-clad prisoners closed in, their faces lit with eerie smiles, eyes burning with bloodlust, like wolves circling a flock of sheep.
The green prisoners’ gruesome fates flashed in everyone’s minds. Throats went dry, sweat beaded, hearts pounded.
These were monsters in human skin, caring nothing for life. No one here could match them.
“Back off!” Henry snapped, drawing his baton and waving it at the purple prisoners.
Nearby guards noticed the commotion, pulling their batons and joining in.
Under their pressure, the purple prisoners dispersed, their greedy stares lingering on the Testers, but they held back while guards were present.
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