FNF Chiller: A Descent into Madness

The moment I woke up, everything seemed normal, yet eerily different. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep with my best friend, Corrupted Skid by my side. But now, I found myself surrounded by the twisted duo of Insane Skid and Pump, their eyes gleaming with an unholy intensity.

As I struggled to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before me, Corrupted Skid's words echoed through my mind: 'Don't worry, Corrupted Pump. My eyes are starting to close around me as my vision went dark.' His voice was laced with desperation and fear, but also a hint of resignation.

Insane Pump cackled maniacally, his words dripping with malice: 'Corrupted Skid! Go fall asleep! Your soul will be lost in the dark!' The darkness seemed to closing in around me, suffocating me with an unrelenting grip.

As I fell to the ground, wracked with intense pain and despair, Corrupted Skid's anguished cries pierced through the air: 'Corrupted Pump! I'm sorry that I can't save you! I'm feeling very tired and dizzy!' Insane Pump's mocking laughter only added to my anguish.

The scene was set: a desperate struggle against the creeping madness, with no escape from the clutches of insanity. Corrupted Skid's pleas for his friend's return fell on deaf ears as Insane Skid sneered: 'The sounds of despair and loss of hope! They're calling in the darkness! So stop resisting Corrupted Pump!'

As I lay there, helpless against the forces of madness, Corrupted Skid's cries grew weaker, his voice fading into the abyss. Insane Pump's words were like a cold wind, cutting through my soul: 'Don't worry Corrupted Pump! You'll be one of us! You just need some more insanity!'

The horror of it all was too much to bear. I didn't want to die, consumed by this madness, losing myself in the darkness. But as I looked up at Insane Skid and Pump, their twisted faces seemed to mock me: 'It'll never work! That's how the Insanity works here!'

In a desperate bid to break free from the grip of insanity, Corrupted Skid's voice echoed through my mind once more: 'Corrupted Skid! Can you hear me? I want you to break free from this Insanity!' But it was too late. The darkness had already consumed him.

As the madness took hold, I found myself laughing insanely, my voice echoing off the walls as I began to sing with a microphone in hand. Corrupted Skid's smile, his normal self shining through amidst the chaos, only added to the horror.

I turned to him and whispered: 'Wish me luck, Corrupted Skid.' But it was too late. The Insanity had already taken hold, and I was lost forever in this waking nightmare.

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