My brothers and sisters seem to call it
“The Catacombs.” Which isn't really fair. Until I moved in, we
didn't keep corpses down there. Hell, we usually didn't MAKE them
down there. No, we used “The Catacombs” to store our beloved
Hallowed. And they are indeed HALLOWED. Not Hollowed. Having Him
inside your head, rearranging things, changing you into something new
and PURE... That is a holy act, if there ever was one. They aren't
capable of hate, cruelty or anger. They don't act out of malice...
Heh. Most don't act at all, until given instruction from Father. If
all the humans of the world were like them, well... The world would
be a better place. It would, however, be spectacularly BORING. And we
just can't have that.
Ah, but despite how special they are,
they don't do well in public situations. So we keep them hidden away.
Good old fashioned hidden compartment, leading to a secret elevator.
Down to the Catacombs. No idea how deep down it is, but the elevator
ride is fairly lengthy. Annoying for when it is just me, but oh MAN
does it provide an... Atmosphere... For my guests. We PROBABLY should
install some new lights down there, because... I admit... If one of
my guests got out, we would have a REAL hard time finding them. But
the risk is worth it. Just for the look on their face, when the
elevator opens up into pitch fucking darkness. People have a primal
fear of the dark, you know. All of them. Doesn't matter how brave.
That dumb animal part of the brain remembers its ancestors
experiences in the dark of the night. So my guests take one look into
that WALL of dark that greets open elevator... And even the most
defiant moron or mouthy shithead shuts up and stares for a few
moments. With that EXPRESSION. We all know it, don't we? Heheheheh.
DREAD.
Then I wheel them out, and deep inside.
The Hallowed, they kind of... Shuffle around in there, when not given
any orders. They are quiet, of course. But that just adds to it, you
know? Sometimes I like to wheel the guest in, and just... Leave them
there, while I slip away for a while. Usually attending another
guest, Father knows we have PLENTY... But when I come back, the slow
panic is... Well... Delicious, really. The silence. The dark. Without
sight, the senses get all heightened. And it doesn't take long for
the guest to realize they aren't alone. Maybe their eyes adjust to
the dark, and they see SHAPES. Heheheh. Just silent shapes moving in
the gloom. And the guest has no FUCKING idea what to expect. They
don't know that those are hallowed. Some don't even know hallowed
exist. And the hallowed don't care about the guest. They never
interact with them in any meaningful way. Some wander close, but
unless the guest is in their way, they'll just keep on going...
The interesting stuff happens when I
manage to put a guest in the way, though. Heheheheheh.
But eventually I do come back. And you
know, 9 times out of 10, they usually happy to have me back. Relieves
the tension. Of course... Since I figured that fact out, I have been
experimenting with keeping my mouth shut when I come back. Trying to
mimic the pace of the Hallowed. So I grab the chair and begin SLOWLY
pushing. And they usually ask if it is me. They call my name, start
making demands. Most never beg anymore. Want to die with... I
dunno... Dignity or spitting defiance. Makes them feel more in
control, I guess. I had a phase like that. Useless. If I kept them
long enough, they would know how fucking useless defiance is. Making
Jokes. No one DIES with dignity... If you collected all the dignity
from all the stupid fucking humans in the world, it wouldn't amount
to enough for a single truly dignified death.
Heh. Been meaning to talk to some of
the other “executives” in the building about pumping some of
Spinner's gas into the Catacombs. Doesn't bother the Hallowed any, or
me. Though everyone else would need to wear some kind of gas mask to
keep from hallucinating. Shouldn't be a problem for them, not like
anyone but me really uses the place, except to grab Hallowed every
once in a while...
Huh. Also probably need to talk to
Spinner about what kind of lights might be useful to have in the
place. Something that can help the gas, the sound and the dark do
their work. I want time to lose all meaning when my guests are in
those halls. Let the play chambers become a safe space, despite what
goes on. Heheheheh. Oh man... That would be fun. Torture Chambers
becoming the only place my guests feel “safe.” The ultimate in
escape proof Cells. How about that? HAHAHAHAHA.
But the cherry on top is going to be
what we are building in the Catacombs. BENEATH them. There was this
one time, we were all in a Hedge Maze with some dumbass Runners.
Hunting them down. Slaughtered all but one, and she didn't come out
too good. Quite the experience for us though. I LOVED it. But it
could have been better... So. With a little support from The Cipher,
we are building our own little Minoan Labyrinth beneath the
Catacombs. The Entrance is going to be a hole in the floor. And we'll
have an exit built somewhere else in the Catacombs. Away from the
Elevator, of course... Heheheheh. It will be filled with all sorts of
HORRIBLE things. I'll probably have to be the one to set up the
traps, of course. Not like they can hurt ME. But it will ensure they
are appropriately LETHAL. And HILARIOUS. You know... Hmmm. Maybe I'll
set up traps from each of the Saw movies. That would be a good
reference, and... I dunno. Maybe “reward” the more cultured
guests, who might have seen those movies? Freebie Traps? I do like to
play favorites, heheheheheheheh.
