No real title as of yet, kind of short, and it's not my best...but it was something I felt like writing. ^^;
That was what Professor Utonium first gazed upon after the massive showers of light. Puddles of crimson seeped underneath the table, the metallic liquidâ€™s heavy stench tenaciously clinging onto every pore of his skin. The atmosphere was utterly disgusting. Walls were splayed with sugar and spice, both blended together with the unmistakable red. Colorful dolls were torn apart from their interior, the cotton also drenched with the substance he despised most.
Smoke was wafting around mercilessly. It stung his eyes, like acid burning the core of his vision, fresh tears erupting from every blink he managed. Memories were diminishing. Sequential order was insignificant compared to the situation now; what mattered was his creation, waiting for him just beyond the cracked kettle.
He vaguely heard himself chortle, calling out futilely, [i]â€œHello?â€