writing Feld0's Regime

[Finesthour 7,287]

This is a troll/creepypasta fic that One Fine Djentleman and I wrote.

 

CHAPTER ONE BEBEH

(If you're going to brohoof this post, brohoof Djentlemans as well please!)

 

The sound of screams echoed around the compound as Tom watched the life leave his victim. The stench of blood rushed into his nostrils, which almost caused his lunch to escape through his lips. His victim then laid lifeless before him, which was returned with a roar of cheering to come from the stands around him. Tom scanned the arena with his eyes, seeing each of the people he used to call his friends cheer down at him. From Klopp to Arylett, all that could be seen was the bloodlust of the crowd. Soon, Feld0 stood from his throne. Tom’s stunning performance in the arena earned him Feld0’s approval. From behind Feld0 stood his trusted companions, the fearsome Zoop and benevolent Swoop.

“Should he live, Feld0?” Zoop and Swoop questioned Feld0, inquisitive of the fate of this man. Through their lives, they all have built friendships with the many citizens of the Forums(?).

 

Feld0 kept his iron gaze on the figure of Tom, staying silent all the while. Swoop then slowly approached his master and put a single hand on Feld0’s left shoulder. Quietly Swoop said,

“Master, Tom has proved himself in the battlefield. I believe he has proven himself worthy to join the regime.” Without saying a word, Feld0 slowly nooded and raised his right hand, signaling to Calamity to open the gate below. Within seconds, Tom was inside of the lockeroom of the auditorium, cleaning the fresh blood off of his hands. From what he was told, he had killed an old member named Shadrahk, but that is was not of importance who he was exactly. Tom had feared for the life of his closest friend X-Fizzle, so he had accepted the invitation to join the ranks of the Feldian regime. Tom held deep regrets for his decision, but there was no turning back now. Once you were in the ranks, you never left with your life.

 

 

Once Tom had cleansed himself, the rest of the mods slowly approached him.

“Are you prepared, Tom?” Feld0 asked Tom, preparing to initiate Tom to the rank of Royal guard.

“Yes, my master,” Tom said, swallowing his fear as he realized what was happening. Zoop grabbed Tom’s arm, pulling him back towards the group of moderators that stood by him. As Jonke raised the cloth to his face, he felt his senses begin to fade. As if the world collapsed from beneath him, he fell to his knees, as the mods gathered in a circle around him.

Tom awoke to pure darkness. The room was dark around him, no trace of light reaching his eyes. Reaching up to his face, he felt a blindfold grip his head. Great, what now?-he thought. Scenarios flashed through his head as to what this “final step of initiation” would be. Scenes of gruesome murders played within his mind, which caused his entire body to shake. He did not want to kill another living being, not after last time. Tom knew that he was going to be forced though. There was nothing he could do anymore. He was under the fist of Feld0, and there was no escaping. Why else would they have blindfolded me? How could you of been such an idiot Tom!- He repeated these words in his mind, feeling hot tears swell up inside of his eyelids.

 

 

 

Suddenly, Tom heard the sound of a creaky door being forced open. Although he could not see, Tom picked his head up to look at whoever it was. Tom wanted to scream at the figure to leave him, but his tongue was stuck within his mouth. Within seconds, Tom felt hands on his torso, which caused panic to rush through his body. What’s going to happen to me!?

 

As if his mind was read, a small voice whispered,

“I’m getting you out of here, Tom.” Tom then felt his veins turn cold. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the old moderator in the regime, Neikos. What is he doing, and why is he trying to save me!?

 

Tom then felt light rush to his eyes as the blindfold on his head was ripped off Neikos. He took in his surroundings; a repulsive and dirty room, with what appeared to be pools of blood surrounding him. At the sight of this, he heaved, holding in the vomit that rushed from his stomach. Tom knew that to escape this hell, he needed all the energy he could get.

“How are we gonna escape, Neikos?” Tom asked, doubtful if he could truly escape. No one has ever escaped here, how are we gonna do this?

 

“I’m not sure, Tom. But you HAVE to trust me.” Neikos said, reassurance in voice. Truthfully, Neikos wasn’t even sure if he could get out of her. But he did know this new inductee could be his only ticket out of there. “Now come on, we can’t afford to waste time,”

 

Neikos lent a hand to Tom, pulling him along as he walked towards the barren corridors that filled the almost desolate labyrinth where Feld0 initiated new mods. The only light source that they had were small light bulbs, which only dimly lit the halls. Tom could hear the faint cries of help from around the corner of the hallway they were walking in, which sent spasms of fear through his veins. He felt like shutting down right then and there, but he had to keep moving. He needed to escape from this living hell. As Neikos guided him around the said corner, they could see their old friend Devin McCourty hanging upside down from the wall. There were chains inside of his ankles that kept him hanging. Blood was trickling down his body as his eyes shot open to stare back at Tom. Devin began to scream through a sewn together mouth, his body thrashing as he did so. Tom yelped in surprise as he grabbed Neikos’ arm, leading him away from the sight. Neikos had seen this sight many times before, unaffected by the gruesomeness that had once shocked him. Neikos simply shook his head as they walked away from Devin.

 

Once they were a lengths away, Tom felt tears begin to roll down his cheeks. He hadn’t even felt them swell in his eyes, they just began to drop. Tom felt his entire body grow limp as he crashed to his knees, his simple crying now turning into violent sobs. He laid on the bloodied rusted grown, wrapping his arms around his chest as he sobbed. Neikos stared down at him impatiently, but knew where Tom was coming from. He had done the exact same when he traversed through Feld0’s building, so he could not be blamed.

Sniffling as he looked up at Neikos, Tom began to open his mouth, trying to force words to come out.

“H-how does someone do this?” Tom asked Neikos. “How does someone possess such a disregard for life? What drove him to this?”

Neikos looked at Tom disparagingly. He had once asked this question, and this often plagued him.

“Do you think I know? Do you think ANYONE knows?” said Neikos, as he began to lose his composure. “The truth is, there is no way to find out. We can only survive, Tom. Everyday under Feld0 is a fight for life. Even us mods can never be sure if Feld0 will just do away with us at his own leisure. It’s sick, I know, but we have to learn to cope with this.”

Tom soon began to rise from the ground. Slipping on blood, he grabbed onto Neikos for support. He knew that he had to get out of this place.

Edited July 2, 2012 by Crona

[Shankveld 4,949]

Crt F "shank".

Not in it, not reading it. HMPH

~

[MVC NVMXD JVRXD 2,406]

Dammit, forget to fix that "(?)" after Forums.

 

By the way, you should brohoof this too, because Crona and I both wrote this

Edited July 2, 2012 by One Fine Djentleman

[Doctor XFizzle 8,669]

Oh my god, Tom killed Shadrahk! You bastard!

 

Write more please. Interest = piqued.

[Nightfall 3,950]

What. Is. This.

 

 

#creepypastybeyondbelief

[Tom The Diamond 1,830]

Yikes, looks like Tom sure got himself in a pickle, amirite? I wonder how he gets out.

Also, I am Severely flatdisturbed by this.

Edited July 2, 2012 by Tom The Poltergeist

[NeverNeverland 1,940]

Feld0's a tyrant. Seems legit. Nice story you boys written thus far, you plan on making more?

 

By the way, you should brohoof this too, because Crona and I both wrote this

 

Fine. Because you asked so nicely.

[Doctor XFizzle 8,669]

Yikes, looks like Tom sure got himself in a pickle, amirite? I wonder how he gets out.

Also, I am Severely flatdisturbed by this.

 

Right, since that Tom cares so much about my well-being. Don't deny your feelings for me.

[Finesthour 7,287]

Yikes, looks like Tom sure got himself in a pickle, amirite? I wonder how he gets out.

Also, I am Severely flatdisturbed by this.

 

This is about you, not the other Tom.

[MVC NVMXD JVRXD 2,406]

Feld0's a tyrant. Seems legit. Nice story you boys written thus far, you plan on making more?

 

Yeah, we're doing this in chapters. We put one out tonight because Crona got tired and couldn't think of ideas anymore.

[Pinkie D Pie 1,036]

Can't wait to read more. Brohoof for you.

[Akemi Homura 7,680]

Devin began to scream through a sewn together mouth, his body thrashing as he did so. Tom yelped in surprise as he grabbed Neikos’ arm, leading him away from the sight. Neikos had seen this sight many times before, unaffected by the gruesomeness that had once shocked him. Neikos simply shook his head as they walked away from Devin.

[Tom The Diamond 1,830]

Right, since that Tom cares so much about my well-being. Don't deny your feelings for me.

He does? That's nice of him.

 

But

'...

This is about you, not the other Tom.

You sure? Cause there are like, m-u-l-t-i-p-l-e To-ms here, or users with a name that could be shortened to 'Tom'.

 

And the thing is, this 'Tom' has already breached our defenses...

 

You've seen what he's done to our colleagues!

 

And worst of all:

 

He could be any one of those Toms.

 

He could be in this very thread.

 

He could be you.

 

He could be me!

 

He could even be...

 

http-~~-//www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuJCdn9BeYo

Edited July 2, 2012 by Tom The Poltergeist

[Finesthour 7,287]

You're the only Tom who is a mod.

 

>argument invalid.

[Doctor XFizzle 8,669]

He does? That's nice of him.

 

But

'...

 

*sigh* guess I'll have to stoop to your level now

 

[MVC NVMXD JVRXD 2,406]

You're the only Tom who is a mod.

 

>argument invalid.

 

I never thought Tom THE DIAMOND would use this small detail to cover the fact that this story makes him fear for his life.

You tell him off, Crona!