Eddsworld in Corpse Party: 2nd Chapter

Chapter 2: No Way Out

Genre - Horror/Action
Rating/age - 13+
Warnings - Swearing
Disclaimer - I don't own Eddsworld.
AN - See down below.


Tom's POV

  I started to regain consciousness. My head was throbbing while my ankle felt broken and twisted. I managed to move it so; I guess it was just a sprain. As I slowly hoisted myself up, I took note of my surroundings.

It was so dark; I could barely see a thing. Suddenly, the lights flickered on. In shock, I finally could make out what my surroundings were. There were many damaged old desks and small chairs. The floor had some cracks here and there, along with some loose floor boards. This room seemed almost barren to me.

"Where the hell am I?" I wondered.

As I walked towards to the front of the room, I saw Tord lying down, still unconscious on the floor. He looked dead and lifeless but I wasn't too sure. I wanted to get a closer look but some of the chairs were blocking my way. Obviously, I tried to move them but it seemed like they were glued onto the floor.

Great... now what do I do?

My ankle was in pretty bad shape so I couldn't just jump over them without causing any pain. Looking around, I saw a door nearby. I walked towards it, opened it, and ended up in the hallway.

The hallway was exactly the same as it was with the room just now, many broken floorboards and holes. It seemed as if I was in an old torn down school or something. Avoiding some of the holes, I found myself at the other door just a stone throw from the previous door. Looking through the slightly blurred window, I saw the exact room that I was in before, only that Tord was closer to this door.

Opening the wooden door, I, with slight difficulties, jogged towards Tord.

"Tord. Tord. Hey. Tord."

I was anxious in knowing if he was alive or not. He didn't reply at all, no answer, not even a single threat that Tord would normally give him. As I leaned in closer, I heard him breathing softly.

He wasn't dead after all.

Tord started to gain his self-conscious.

"Huh? Tom? W-What's up?" he stuttered out.

"Don't you what's up me! I thought you were dead. What a shame it wasn't true though." I sighed out.

The two horned Norwegian sat up. His eyes darted around the area he was in and immediately, his first expression was plastered by puzzled look on his face.

"Huh? Where are we..? What's going on?!" he nearly screamed.

"That's what I'd like to know." I muttered.

Tord stood up hastily and made a wild dash towards the windows. He was trying to bust them open.

"They won't budge. These windows are sealed up tight. And it's pitch black out there. I can't make any heads or tails of what I'm seeing." he moaned.

"What the hell is going on?" I quizzed, getting a bit worried again.

"Well...this is clearly a school building..." The Norwegian stated as he looked around.

"Don't these desks seem unusually small to you? Like... and elementary school?" I continued to ask questions curiously.

"An elementary school?" he answered, growing concerned. "It can't be... can it?"

Tord walked towards a sheet of paper on the wall. There was a short gasp from him, before silence took over the room.

"What is it?" I questioned him, curious on what he had discovered.

"The print out... on the wall... it says 'Heavenly Host Elementary – Notice to all Faculty and Students'..."
I was confused for a mere moment.

"Heavenly Host..? Isn't that the elementary school that preceded Kisaragi Academy? The exact one that was shut down and demolished?!"

Worrying, Tord started to freak out. It was surprising, since he was normally the one who was the bravest among the gang.

"Oh God. What's happening?! Where the hell are we?! And where are our friends?!"

"Calm down. We'll find them." I sighed out, though the fear of being in this school was bottled up inside of me.

Tord and I just stood there in silence. It was the first time in my life that I have been shaking so hard, I could hear my teeth chattering. I'd become completely light headed, and I couldn't even think straight – much less wrap my brain around what was happening to us. I kept telling myself, it was all a dream... some horrible nightmare... but no matter how hard I wished for it, I just couldn't wake up.

And the silence was the worst part of it all. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to say something. Anything at all.

"I don't have the slightest idea what's going on...but how about we try to finding a way out of here?" I said, glad that the silence broke with just a simple question.

"... A way out?" he asked concerned.

"We just can't stand here quaking in terror. We need at least do something...you know?"
Besides, I don't want to be in this creepy place any longer.

"But the windows are all sealed shut. And I don't just mean they're stuck, or locked... it's as if they are like decorations on the wall. I don't even think they CAN be opened. Is it even possible to leave this building?" he shook his head as his eyes wandered around.

"I'm not sure. There must be an entranceway... or an emergency exit... at least something... some means of getting outside."

I looked away for a moment and remembered there was a doorway out of this room.

"Let's go see if there is an entranceway. I don't think it's
far from here."

Beckoning him towards the door, I found the same wooden floorboard I found earlier in the other room. Seeming like it would be needed for something or anything, I picked it up. Both the Norwegian and I were outside the classroom. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed a door at the end of the corridor.

"Oh hey there's a d-" Tord stopped dead.

He was looking down at the floor which had a hole in it. It was not too big to jump over it but, there was a possibility you can fall in.

"We need to get across it. Do you have something useful?"

I handed him the wooden floor board. Well, at least it came useful after all, I thought. I wouldn't want to carry that board everywhere.

After we crossed it and went in through another door, there was wide hallway. Only this one had more rooms and holes in the floor. I decided to walk into the nearest room. Tord tagged along behind.

Inside the room, I came across a dead lifeless body.
Screaming in terror, I leapt back. Tord was about to ask why I was shrieking when, he also saw the dead rotting corpse there.

"Is that...a dead body? What is it doing here?"

He sounded absolutely terrified by the fact that it was just in front of us.

"Maybe it's a fake..?" I stepped closer and examined it at a closer range.

My heart sank.

"They...are r-real." I stuttered out, standing up shaking.

Another voice we heard started to echo around the room.

"You two..." the voice said.

Almost immediately, a blue wisp-like glowing spirit appeared from the dead corpse. Both Tord and I jumped back a little.

"You two are new victims, are you not?"

"Victims?" I wondered.

"A gh-ghost!" Tord screeched out, looking appalled.

I would have started laughing, if only we weren't in this horrifying situation.

"Who are you?" I asked firmly.

"I was brought here against my will...and confined just like
you..."

"Confined? You mean...there's no way out?"

I started to worry a little. But knowing that ghosts can be lying bastards, I tried to keep calm, unlike Tord, who couldn't.

"I'm afraid not. This school exists in a reality all on its own, cut off from the world you know..."

Puzzled more than ever, I decided to ask it another question.

"So... why have we been brought here?"

"...They brought you. They're constantly bringing new victims into this school. More and more, all the time... sinless innocents, one after another. This is a cursed, multidimensional nexus. Multiple planes of existence, all piled on top of one another...created by powerful, vengeful spirits. 'Closed space' or perhaps, 'closed spaces'. You, and we as well, are the unlucky victims of an inevitable abduction."

Another abduction? Great.

"Closed... spaces?" I asked, curiosity poking at me.

"Indeed. And it seems that you two are not the only ones who have been brought here. I'm sensing numerous others."

Did that mean... everybody else is here...too?

"So our friends, are in this school too?" Tord asked the blue flame.

"I don't know the exact number, but I do know that others were pulled into these closed spaces at the same time as both of you were. They are definitely in this school. However...you cannot meet them. They are positively in this school, but the space they occupy differs from the space we occupy. If you wish to see your friends, you must find some means of entering their space, or bringing them into this space. Even then, escape is nigh impossible. But at least, maybe you'll be able to die together."

"Oh... oh God. Is there no way out of here then?" the Norwegian asked the ghost, with a rather scared-to-death look.

"You said we were brought here by vengeful spirits. Who are they? And why have they taken us?" I continued to quiz the ghost, with an annoyed tone.

"... I don't know. Neither the motives of our captors... nor a mean of escaping this hell. All I know is that with some effort... you can at least live out your days together, in the same closed space. And that alone is a fate worth fighting for. Two heads are definitely better than one. Your chances, as well as your opportunities, are so much greater when working together... do whatever you can to find a way out of here. Don't... end up like us..."

The ghost then got interrupted by the creaking of a door. We all drifted our glance to who had opened it, but no one was there. Suddenly, the chalkboard was being scraped on, the noise made her high screech each time it was written on the board. It almost made my ears bleed.

"No!" the ghost yelled.

I wondered why it had shouted when I noticed, I saw a dead ghost girl with long black flowing hair. She was wearing a red, kind of torn dress and had a pair of sewing scissors in one of her hands. The dead ghost girl was leaning up against the wall hugging her knees whilst looking straight at us, with a deathly glare.

"T-Tom. L-Let's get out of here!" Tord panicked, as he made a run towards the door.

"Leave. Now!" the ghost ordered before it faded away.

Sprinting towards the door, I managed to leave that hell-like room. The Norwegian was out of breath. So was I.
Panting, I managed to cough some words out.

"Wh-what the hell was that? A child spirit?"

"It seemed like it. I've never believed in ghosts until now in this situation. I-Is this really happening?" The Norwegian asked, gasping slightly.

"There were definitely ghosts in there. First time I've ever seen something like that." I stated.

"So...you saw it too, right?" the two horned Norwegian asked nervously.

"Yeah... and we were even talking to it."

"I just, don't understand any of this! Where the hell are we? We need to get out." Tord looked like he was about to go loony and lose it there.

"All I know is that, there's no easy way out. Like it or not, we're stuck in here. And we will have to cooperate to each other no matter what."