Aya's Current Status:• Location: Mid-air existential crisis• Mood: Apocalyptic panic mixed with spicy regret• Thoughts: "Gravity is a scam and I want a refund."
Aya had fallen before. Off trees. Into pit traps. Tripped over her own legs trying to flirt with a shiny beetle once. But THIS—this was different. This wasn't "oops" or "ouch." This was "the universe just filed a restraining order against her existence." This was the Fall That Broke Reality.
Air screamed past her like a thousand angry banshees with kazoo horns. Her limbs spun wildly, flailing like a rejected yo-yo. She tried everything—starfish-pose parachuting (fail), graceful gliding (ugly fail), screaming in different musical tones (honestly just made it worse).
Aya: "OKAY! THIS IS FINE! THIS IS TOTALLY—WHEEEEEEEE—NOT FINE!!!"
The descent never ended. It refused to end. It was falling on loop, like a cosmic joke told by a spiteful god who didn't know when to stop.
Aya: "WHY IS THERE NO GROUND?! I WANT GROUND! I MISS GROUND!"
She flipped upside-down, sideways, inside-out emotionally. Gravity was no longer a force. It was a personal vendetta.
Eventually, she gave up. Spread out like a miserable sky pancake. Belly-up. Arms out. Eyes dead.
Aya: "I am a leaf on the wind. A very, very SAD leaf. Blow me into a volcano already."
The wind howled. The abyss gaped. Time had no meaning. Her sanity was bouncing like a rubber ball.
Aya: "At this point, I hope I just crash into a soft pile of—OH LOOK. ROCKS. PERFECT."
She squinted. Shapes. Floors. Beneath her, stacked in strange, monstrous layers like some twisted birthday cake from hell. Forests of vines. Oceans in the air. Burning mountains. Ice palaces. A bottomless labyrinth of environmental betrayal.
Aya's heart plummeted faster than her body.
Aya: "Nope. Nope nope nope nope—WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FLOORS?!"
Each level screamed hostile. A new flavor of horror. The kind of biome that looked at you and said, "I dare you." The kind that eats heroes for breakfast, poops out legends, and flosses with your remains.
Aya flailed. Twirled. Spiraled.
Aya: "SOMEONE HIT PAUSE! ANYONE?! I'M NOT READY FOR DLC!"
And then a bird flew by. Casually. Mockingly. With a little hat.
Aya: "…Screw you, Sky Pigeon."
She fell past clouds. Past what looked like a floating skeleton castle. Past a giant snake skeleton giving her a wink.
Aya: "I SWEAR I KILLED YOU! STOP BEING CUTE!"
The floors got closer.
Aya's mind snapped in half, taped itself back together with sarcasm, and snapped again.
Aya: "THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. I'M A COMET. I'M AN AERODYNAMIC NIGHTMARE."
And then—
She saw it.
The Worst Possible Floor.
Looming at the bottom like a final boss's waiting room. Shadows writhed. Creatures waited. Monsters stared upward, waiting to greet her with teeth and contracts.
Aya: "Is that a mouth with legs? Why is there a mouth with legs?!"
[DING!][Warning: You are approaching the Seventh Floor.][Estimated Survival Chance: HAHAHAHA—no.][Begin praying now.]
Aya: "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO TO PRAY TO ANYMORE!"
And down she went.
Into the jaws of insanity.
First Floor – Rocky Nightmare
The air shifted. She felt it in her exoskeleton. The light changed. Shadows sharpened. Below—no, around her—jagged rocks jutted from nothingness like the fangs of a fossilized god.Her old stomping grounds. The place where bones crunched and hope died with a splatter.Blood still painted the stones. The stains hadn't dried. They hissed at her like old wounds re-opening.
And then—there it was. That damn snake. Still dead. Still smug. Its bloated corpse drifted alongside her, slowly pirouetting like a ballerina of rotting flesh.
Aya: "OH, YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! I KILLED YOU, YOU SPAGHETTI DEMON!"
No answer. Just the sound of its spine clicking in slow-motion revolutions. Snap. Snap. Snap.Its jaw hung open. Grinning. Mocking.
Aya couldn't scream anymore. Her throat was raw. Her mind, fraying. The air here tasted like iron and regret.And still—she fell.
Second Floor – Rainforest of Doom
No warning.One blink—it was stone.Next blink—green.Overgrown. Overwhelming. The vines reached like starved hands, curling, twitching, listening. The leaves whispered secrets. Ugly secrets.Too humid. Too dark. Too alive.
Branches snapped near her shoulder.A growl. A chitter. A hiss.
Aya's eyes widened as she locked gaze with it—the centi-tiger.Its body undulated. Tiger stripes coiled over hundreds of legs. Eyes blinked—twelve, twenty, too many. A wet purr rolled from its maw.
Tiger-Centipede: snarl-hiss-growl
Aya: "Not today, jungle sausage!"
It lunged. Missed. She spun downward, brushing against leaves that bled sap as thick as oil.A vine lashed toward her. A reflex. Chop. Snap. Gone.
Aya: "YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE ARMS. WHY ARE YOU FLEXING?!"
She tumbled through trees that bent in unnatural ways. Some tried to bite. One had a face. It winked.
Aya: "NOPE."
Third Floor – Desert of Despair
She hit dry air like a slap to the soul.
The rainforest vanished, sucked away like it never existed. Replaced by heat. Dry, blistering, ancient.The sun here wasn't a ball of light—it was a burning eye. Watching. Judging.The sand below shimmered with mirages—except the mirages moved on their own.
Pyramids rose like decayed teeth, shaped from bones, cracked and hollow.A procession of goblins danced beneath, their forms flickering like broken GIFs—too fast, too wrong. Their mouths stretched too wide. No sound. Just silence with teeth.
Aya: "THIS. IS. BULL."
Something moved. Under the sand.A claw emerged. Friendly-looking. Too friendly. Trying to high-five her?
A scorpion the size of a rhino glared at her. Smiled. Salivated.
Aya: "I HAVE BOUNDARIES."
Then—
Sandworm.
A shriek like the cry of a burial trumpet.It rose, tall and awful, mouth lined with rotating, churning teeth. Its skin peeled back like old parchment. Sand slithered down its body like molting skin.
Sandworm: HHHHHAAAAAA
Aya: "I SAID NO ALREADY! GET A NEW HOBBY!"
It lunged. Missed. She felt its breath—a dry scream against her back. She flipped. Twisted. A blur.
Aya: "I'M TOO FAST FOR YOU, JERKASAURUS!"
She flipped it off as she fell past its gaping jaw.The desert vanished into wind and dust.
Another floor waited below. Darker. Worse.
Aya's breath hitched.
Aya: "How many hells did they stack in this place?!"
Fourth Floor – Magma Mayhem
Heat slammed into her like a wall of hate. Everything glowed—pulsing red, hissing orange, molten everywhere. The air itself burned.Lava churned below, alive, hungry, burping geysers of molten rock as if the earth had indigestion and Aya was the cause.
And then—movement.
A shadow loomed in the haze. A creature of stone and fire. A lava golem, stitched from boulders, its eyes molten pits, mouth a furnace of rage. It saw her. It grinned.
Golem: BOULDER THROW
The sky ripped open with fire. A chunk of the golem's own body tore through the air, spinning, glowing, screaming toward her.
Aya: "DUDE! RUUUDE!"
She twisted in freefall, the boulder missing her by a heartbeat and detonating behind her like an erupting star. Fire clawed at her back. Ash filled her mouth.
Aya: "I'm reporting you to the volcanic authorities—AFTER I STOP SMOKING."
The golem roared again, the ground opening like a laughing wound.
But Aya fell past. Again. Always. Deeper.
Fifth Floor – Frozen Hell
Then everything died.Not her. Not yet. But the heat. The color. The sound.
Replaced in an instant by stillness. Ice. Silence. A void dressed in white.
Snowflakes drifted in midair like frozen time. Glittering daggers. Beautiful. Fatal.Massive glaciers hovered in the sky for no physics-bound reason. They spun slowly, ominously. Watching.
Aya: "OH NOW I'M A FROZEN DINNER?!"
Her limbs stiffened. Frost crawled over her skin like ghostly fingers. Her breath crystallized. Each exhale a whispered prayer. She tried to scream, but her jaw hurt. Her voice cracked.
A shape stirred—lumbering, white, wrong. A yeti, pale as moonlight and twice as sad. It held a fish. It blinked. It saw her. It felt her.
Aya: "Don't even THINK about it!"
Yeti: grunts in sadness
It slowly lowered the fish. Stared at it. Then at her. Then back at the fish.
Aya: "YEAH, YOU BETTER LOOK DEPRESSED!"
It howled—a soft, wounded sound that echoed like the memory of loneliness—and vanished into the fog.
Aya tumbled on. The cold never stopped.
Sixth Floor – Ocean of Nightmares
And then—wet.All at once. No splash. Just submerged.
Aya: "NOPE."
The world turned murky, infinite. Pressure crushed her ears, her chest, her thoughts. She spiraled through a whirlpool, water screaming past her like liquid teeth. Light vanished. Sound warped.
Something watched. No—many somethings.
A jellyfish the size of a house hovered in the gloom. Glowing veins pulsed through its translucent skin. It blinked—yes, blinked—at her.
Aya: "I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR SNACK OR YOUR FRIEND!"
It pulsed forward. Tentacles writhed. A face formed in the glow. Human. Almost.Then—gone.
Below, shapes moved. Big ones. Slow. Ancient.Sea monsters with no names. Long as cities. Eyes like shipwreck lights. Mouths that opened sideways.
Aya flailed—arms, legs, antennae—her whole form a frantic, spiraling no thank you.The water didn't care. The monsters didn't blink. They just... watched. Judging. Waiting.
Aya: "WHERE EVEN IS THE BOTTOM?! WHO BUILT THIS?! WHO HURT YOU?!"
And still, she fell.
Something brushed her leg. Slime. Suction. Cold.She didn't look. Couldn't. Wouldn't.
She screamed into the void and bubbles rose like silent laughter.
Seventh Floor – The Worst Possible Floor
THWACK.
Aya hit the ground like a curse. Limbs sprawled. Air punched from lungs. Shell scraped. Dignity? Gone. Pain screamed through her bones like static through a dead radio.
Aya: "Okay. I'm alive. Barely. That's... technically progress."
She blinked up. And instantly regretted it.
The sky—or what passed for one—was a dome of twitching flesh and blinking eyes. Not stars. Eyes. Watching. Judging. A lidless heaven leering down at the ant beneath it.
And the floor? No better. The rock beneath her pulsed. Breathed. Something moved just under the stone. Something listened.
Then she noticed the shapes. Shadows, no—beasts. Towering silhouettes surrounding her like broken gods. A forest of monsters, twisted beyond logic, limbs bending in impossible ways. One had twenty knees. Another floated without floating. And then—the mouth.
A thing that shouldn't exist. A mouth with limbs. No body. Just jagged teeth, dripping silence, crawling closer like it had places to be and chewing to do.
Aya: "That's... biologically confusing."
A sound pinged in the air like a death knell.
[Ding!][Congratulations! You have reached the Seventh Floor of the Bottomless Labyrinth!][Survival Chance: 0.001%]
Aya twitched. One eye spasmed. She inhaled through clenched mandibles.
Aya: "YOU COULD'VE JUST ROUNDED TO ZERO."
[New Mission: Survive the 7th Floor][♥ Good luck! ♥]
The heart symbol pulsed. It winked.
Aya: "I AM GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR CODE AND REARRANGE IT INTO A BAD FANFICTION."
And then—
The growl.
Low. Wet. Vibrating through her shell, through the earth, through the blood in her head. It wasn't just a sound—it was a presence. A warning. A hunger.
She turned, slowly. Against every instinct. Against her own screaming neurons.
And there it was.
A shape that didn't make sense.
Eyes—burning, not glowing. Burning like thoughts on fire.Teeth—long, jagged, crooked like trauma.Limbs—so many limbs, too many, sprouting from places limbs shouldn't be. They twitched. Clicked. Reached. Welcomed.
And then the voice.
A whisper through glass. Nails dragged across wet paper.
"I see you."
Aya didn't scream. She gulped reality.
Aya: "...I hate my life."
The thing smiled—somehow—and stepped forward.
The rock pulsed again. Something beneath it laughed.
The labyrinth had stopped letting her fall.
Now, it was watching her crawl.