"Wretched vision"

  '.....'

  Sail stared out at reality as it begun to melt. His pupils turned to liquid and fell to the bottom of his eyes where they sat and accumulated at the base. From there, the liquid surged and quickly filled up his eyes in a rising wave of pure black. Two small new white spheres swirled inside the centre and birthed forth two new irises for him. Sail immediately turned and dashed a little in a fluster before just turning obsidian in his moment of weakness.

  It was now an inverted world. It was how you might imagine having the eyes of a chameleon in a world made of organs might look. The colors were stark blacks and reds. Everything had a surge and pulse either melting or flowing. As though existance was entirely made of pulsing veins and geometric diagrams. Sail could slightly see into the flow of motion and principle itself as though he had peeled open a new sense to see the underbelly of reality.

  '...Such scale.'

  Sail had the instinct to hold his head but was currently unable to move so this was denied. The obsidian statue frantically looked around the black and red world, it was akin to how a wick might feel living inside a melting candle. Immediately he could spot several sharp white lights piercing through the noise. The scissors blades glowed with a soft white hue and various black threads were enveloped inside.

  Such scissors had loose white strands that floated across the entire room. Both strands originated down from one of the given doors. The third one from the left on the far most wall looking like some form of bedroom. Amidst all the debree, it was hard to grasp the actual layout very fell within all the information but the white essances shone through clearly.

  All the doors themselves had there outlines pulsing in the same white glow. Alongside, there existed a human shaped light that similarly had various black outlines and information stored within in it. The black threads if had to be compared to something were a sort of extremely detailed critic labeling and pointing out things that could only be understood intuitively and not explained. The very nature of this human light's brain, their insides, the bell upon its hand and so forth. It was an x-ray of spirit, soul and body with a vast array of additional information all at once.

  'B rank skill huh... Isnt this supposed to be against my foes??... Is this implying the entire world is my enemy?..shit...'

  He looked out at his situtaion with a new found 270 degree field of vision.

  As a result, his attention was caught by something beyond both the white scissor blades and the white human figure. He looked at the frame of a random given door which hosted a small white glow deep inside. The white light coiled as a spring and shot forth instantly from within the door. Sail could clearly see the world as though in a form of pseudo slow motion due to the amount if information he was receiving. The coiled spring had a large end that was about to smash into.. Sail undid ever noir to let his voice loose.

  "Shilling!"

  At his word, the human shaped light immediately turned and acted in attempt to dodge.

  The large round end on the edge of the white spring arced slightly to compensate for this and then shattered straight into the glowing human at immense speed cleanly launching it upwards with an immense resounding smash. A bell shaped light and various teru teru bōzu splashed out into the air as Shilling's body ragdolled, launching straight through the bedframes. His figure crashed into the wall above the doors on theeast side, filling the area with dust.

  The giant end of the spring bounced of the figure once it collided and the rest of the spring came slack and piled up behind it like loose rope. The spring then whipped back taught and was sucked into the door it came from as though it was never there.

  The black outline threads had showed Sail the nature of such a thing. It was a giant boxing glove on the edge of a spring. The glove itself was much more large than the door it arrived from and Sail was able to see through and instantly grasp the warping effect of such doors. Through his wretched vision he could now confidently feel that this was currently a fight in which he was facing 3 enemies.

  The doors, the velvet scissor, and the boxing glove. Sail also quickly pieced together that this was likely the sucker punch, the original spirit that was talked of in the 26th floors description.

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  'This...'

  Sail looked into his mental system and saw the timers counting down on all his active skills for the first time. Even his mental vision was an ever shifting bundle of bright reds and blacks. Like he had shifted to reading in some perverse dark mode.

  [Dash[C] : 00:00:12]

  [Wretched vision[B] : 00:09:17]

  'Only 12 seconds, damn it..'

  As he read his skills, he stared out at the mass array of white glowing doors on all sides in an ever more growing stressed and nervous state. The scissor on the floor had just recovered and begun floating again. It softly started spinning and speeding itself up. Sail could see inside its core and understand it was currently imbuing itself back up with the blood of its past victims.

  He immediately wanted to leave. He felt it core in his being. He should use his 12.. or now 10 seconds of dash to get away.

  Sail looked slightly at the slumped figure of Shilling which had now fallen from the crater made on the wall down into the floor and couldnt help but not move his feet to leave. It was then that out of his side view he once again saw a bright light forming itself deep within one of the random doors. His eyes told him that these doors themselves were certainly another ghoul. Its power was an anomaly that allowed it to connect passageways and perhaps was why such threats had all suddenly converged here at all.

  The coiling sucker punch launched out of the door frame and flew straight from the door out into the air with a coiled burst. Once passing the perimeter of the door it enlarged back into its full size and then flew straight out whistling through the air.

  The target had already left.

  Sail watched the timer in his mind as he felt his dash skill leave him. He then looked down at the figure of Shilling as he came to a halt. He could tell that there was still a mass array of saw dust and debree about in the air but it was no matter as he could see straight through it just fine. By reading the information of the black threads he could tell Shilling was unconscious and alive. His ribs were broken, his left arm was broken along with his left lung being ruptured. Sail stood looking down at the figure before him with all the slots between his fingers filled with the heads of teru teru bōzu he had swiftly picked up along the way.

  Sail breathed out slowly...

  "Audio perception"

  As if adding fuel to the fire, Sail increased his sensory load even further. Although he could already clearly see a white scissor coming down on him at the moment, he could now pinpoint its exact sound and spatial location as well. This skill was much more intuitive and he felt its trajectory quite clearly. Shillings neck.

  "TWWWWANGGGG"

  The scissor once more struck strong against the form of a sudden stone figure. Sail had stepped istraight into the path trajectory and simply activated the skill, keeping his hands loose beside him.

  'Always the neck..'

  As the scissor collided, it recoiled back from the impact splashing all the blood on its blade across the floor as well as chipping it slightly. It bounced back far and hovered in the air stabilizing itself. Sail quickly took Shilling and dragged him into the wide open door closest and suddenly went inside. He slammed the door shut and with the tiny white dots he now had for eyes he looked out at a massive warped kitchen.

  Once again the walls were flooded with doors on all sides. Even the wall he came from was now filled with doors. Many that were unnaturally placed, many blocked by various fridges and ovens and many only half seen behind counters. Sail listened closely as his mind tried to focus and piece together his new audio channel.

  At the edge of his range he could hear a new faint laughing. It was a distorted and stunted laugh that came with a slight melody. It was growing louder and he felt a bizarre nature to its movement. He felt through the sound like listening to 8D audio, pinning its location. But such a location was constantly teleporting and never clearly moving in a comprehensable way. The only thing that was clear is that it was increasingly getting louder and closer.

  From deep inside a door on the left, a door the right and straight ahead a white light began swirling.

  Sail watched in horror as boxing gloves with no concern for anything launched forth out from the doors on either side of him landing into the centre of the room. The palms of the gloves rested against the floor and the rusted springs left large trails that stretched back into their given doors. Such loose springs were now laid out, sat above an array of newly shattered kitchen equipment.

  From the centre door straight ahead, a white light coiled in through the door frame and extended upwards as it grew and came into view. The black lines overlayed on the white glow detailed out the appearance clearly to Sail. On the edge of this spring, a grand shape molded into place snapping and jerking into place. It forged itself into the giant head of a jester with it eyes painted as though bleeding and the edges of its hat drooping deep down with giant bells touching the floor.

  Its makeup was detailed with various scars, bruises and a black eye. The head croaked and laughed in a mechanical shake with the sound of its chill-inducing nursery like melody now becoming unmistakable. Its boxing glove arms gently curved and bent upwards with the springs behind them spinning around into continuous waves. The giant laughing head boinged and bounced in place with a permanent fixed smile painted upon it. It arms twisting and waving slightly as if it were giving a greeting.

  Sail couldn't help but question if he should just simply perish and try his chances in another world.