[AllK] Real phobia

真实恐惧症

https://caballero671.lofter.com/post/1ed4da26_2b42ade26

1. It is still the style of the K-series, and it may be a little scary

2. There is a tendency towards CP, such as the Monk element in this chapter

3. Blind people cannot pay attention, ordinary people (?) pay attention, and people outside pay attention.

4. Contains my favorite Crazy Mountain elements, private settings, ooc

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"The mountains were covered in thick snow, their tops reaching the horizon. The sky, which gradually changed from deep purple to orange and then to light orange, was dotted with stars, some of which twinkled constantly."

"We are standing so high that they are as big as the eyes of some prehistoric monster," the young man's face wrapped in a hat was red and rough from the wind. He stomped his feet in thick elk-skin boots on the ground, and the white snow immediately turned into a ball of dirt under his feet.

"It sounds beautiful." A gentle voice sounded.

The young man raised an eyebrow when he heard the response. "It is indeed beautiful. Most importantly, it is rare to see."

He turned around and said, "Klein, it's such a shame you can't see it."

The young man stood at the edge of the mountain, fascinated, gazing at the peak that reached the sky. Under the phantom light, he could see some black buildings standing among the tall and majestic peaks. They were too far away to see clearly, but this was enough to excite him.

Klein was sitting not far from the young man.

Klein was a handsome young man with smooth brown hair and a pair of brown pupils. Unfortunately, there was no focus in these beautiful eyes - he was blind.

"Mr. Jimmy, why are you talking so much to this blind man?" A man with tight muscles and shallow "川"-shaped wrinkles between his brows came from the other end. He was wearing a black uniform, exactly the same as the man behind him. He was obviously a mercenary.

"It's troublesome enough for us to go up that mountain, why do we need to bring such a burden with us?" He didn't look at Klein directly, and his attitude towards his employer Jimmy was not necessarily good either.

Because these mercenaries, who only cared about money, were the only people in the area willing to take them up the mountain, Jimmy didn't seem angry at his impatient tone. There was even a hint of a smile on his slightly rough, freckled face. "Don't say that, Sam. After all, Klein said he also wanted to see the famous Emsas Mountains. Since we've met by chance, let's go and see it together."

"Oh, knowledge, what can a blind man know?" Sam snorted softly, "If he knew what was good for him, he shouldn't have come to this damn place." The frown between his brows deepened a little.

Klein, who was sitting next to him, twitched his ears slightly, revealing a thoughtful look. Jimmy, however, seemed to have heard nothing. His freckled face was still smiling carefreely, looking immature and arrogant.

...

"Guess how long it will take us to get there, Crane?"

"Do you need me to lead you, Klein?"

"...No need. Thank you, Jimmy." Klein reluctantly pulled his hand out of Jimmy's, feeling Jimmy's calloused fingertips gently brush across Klein's palm.

"Wow, then you better not fall." Jimmy said with a smile.

"I won't. I have my own cane." Klein's answer was cold.

The snow crunched beneath their feet, and the cold wind blew in gusts. After an unknown amount of time, Klein began to hear waves of ethereal music—the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the cave entrance.

"...We're here," Sam murmured, and everyone followed his gaze.

Some kind of solid unknown black metal is mixed with the natural cave structure to form a castle-like building that reaches into the clouds. It does not follow any currently known laws of symmetry, but presents a peculiar beauty.

That was the black building they had seen before.

"Take me in, Sam." Jimmy's cheeks flushed, his hands clenched into fists, and even trembled a little. He had a premonition that something special would happen today.

He didn't care whether they were surprises or something else. Who cared? He only knew that he was going to be famous!

"Mr. Jimmy, are you sure?" The frown between Sam's eyebrows deepened. He seemed to be about to say something, but Jimmy didn't want to listen anymore. "Take me in now. When I go back, my commission will be doubled."

Sam closed his mouth. A group of people began to walk into the Black Fortress.

Klein stood silently behind everyone. Where no one was paying attention, he clutched a feather necklace in his coat pocket and exhaled nervously.

The cave was very cold and empty at the same time. The sounds of human footsteps and breathing mixed together to form a strange melody.

Klein's perception and hearing were extremely sensitive, and this situation was very uncomfortable for him.

"Are you okay?" It was Jimmy. He held Klein's hand and gently peeled off Klein's cane and leaned it against a corner.

Perhaps it was too cold in the cave, so his speech was a little slurred, but soon, he began to speak fluently.

Having lost his cane, Klein could only helplessly follow Jimmy's steps.

"You're blind, it's so boring without anyone to explain things to you," Jimmy muttered to himself. He took Klein's hand and walked straight to a wall. He grabbed Klein's hand and raised it upwards. "Touch it, it's a mural."

Klein's fingers slowly touched the uneven wall.

The mural, spanning countless years, remained vivid and clear. Klein vaguely sensed something was amiss. The mural beneath his palm depicted something completely unheard of by humanity. It seemed to depict a new species of creature: capable of camouflage, communication, widespread (or perhaps a powerful population), and its appearance...

Klein's breathing gradually became rapid.

"What do you think of Him?" Jimmy's cold breath fell on the side of his neck. A strong hand tightly grasped Klein's wrist. Its fingertips had no calluses, but they were so hard and strong.

Klein was forced to continue groping at the mural, sketching out the creature's true appearance bit by bit—from bottom to top, countless octopus-like tentacles converged under a humanoid rectangular body. It had human-like hands and a neck, and above that neck was a human-like head. However, where the facial features should have grown, six pairs of giant, overlapping wings grew. Each wing was covered with eyes, blooming like a rose on the face. Beneath the bottom three pairs of wings were smiling lips.

What do you think of it?

Weird, bizarre, terrifying, yet full of damn symmetrical beauty.

"What do you think of Him?" "Jimmy" asked again.

Klein felt a strong tug on his wrist, and he uncontrollably reached out to "Jimmy" beside him.

"Jimmy" forced Klein to put his hands on his face.

The sticky, cold glue adhered to Klein's delicate skin. A chill and nausea surged over him. Its face wasn't a stagnant pool, but rather a living thing. Klein's hands could even sense its subtle movements.

Disgust, hatred, fear.

"No, no, no..." Klein never truly realized that in his pursuit of the secret of his friend's transformation into a feathered serpent, he would one day actually encounter the horrifying truth of this world.

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"Klein, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become dazed?" Jimmy's voice woke Klein from his trance. His fingers brushed across the mural, and the uneven marks on it outlined a terrifying contour. Klein pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Jimmy?" Klein looked at the man beside him at a loss. Unfortunately, he was blind and could see nothing except the thick darkness in front of him.

"It's me, I'm here." The pitiful look of the person in front of him really pleased Jimmy. "What were you thinking about just now?" he asked.

"Let me touch your face." Klein shook his head. He reached out and touched Jimmy's incredibly smooth skin. Klein's fingers gently traced the contours of Jimmy's features, finding him so deeply handsome.

Klein frowned before speaking, "I seemed to be hallucinating just now. I saw the monster on the mural."

"Monster?" Jimmy's voice sounded playful. "Little blind man, the one on the mural is a god." Then, he bent down and pressed his lips tightly against Klein's ear. "The name is 'Amon'."

Jimmy stood up after saying this and dragged Klein along without saying anything else.

Klein, who couldn't see anything, was being pulled hard by him. He shouted in panic, "Wait a minute, please give me back my cane."

What he finally fell into was an unusually hard embrace—"You don't need it now."

This isn't right. Klein's brain was whining. There seemed to be something wrong with Jimmy, but what exactly was wrong? The thought flashed through his mind and was almost immediately forgotten.

Because Jimmy is Crane's only support in the weird fortress without a cane.

He struggled to free himself from the strange embrace, but took the initiative to hold "Jimmy's" hand. This action seemed to please the man beside him. Klein heard the low vibration in his chest, the low laugh in his throat, and the subtle noises in this laughter - like the whispers of some animal.

The sound gave Klein a headache, but he endured the discomfort and continued to follow the people beside him into the fortress.

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This was the first time Amon was so interested in a human.

In His long life, this prank seemed so wonderful and exciting.

Klein was a blind man who could not be frightened, a human filled with the scent of feathered serpents and werewolves... No, more than that, He even smelled the scent of some old friends in this little blind man.

It seems that everyone likes this little toy as much as He does.

However, it's first come, first served, and for now this human belongs to me.

The two men walked within the lightless fortress. Two steps, three steps. With each step, Jimi's features faded a little. His short orange hair had become thick, black curls, and his face undulated, as if the bones within were adjusting their positions. His freckles faded, and his once emerald pupils, like old, peeling walls, revealed a night-like darkness after the pigment had peeled away.

Klein seemed to be unaware of anything, or perhaps he knew everything. However, he remained silent, allowing the increasingly slender finger to squeeze into his palm and interlock with his.

As early as when he decided to explore the secret of Mr. Azik's transformation into a feathered serpent, he should have understood that the journey to touch the truth is irreversible.

Amon was very satisfied with his reaction, and the smile on his extremely symmetrical face became even brighter.

"Let's go to the main temple." He said this intimately to his favorite little toy so far.

Klein didn't consider why the person around him was so familiar with the fortress's structure, or perhaps he had become somewhat numb. He followed Amon's lead and stepped into the so-called "main hall." In the center of the high platform beneath the ancient dome sat the long table from "The Last Supper," surrounded by chairs topped with statues. Small items like wall lamps and dining racks were also present. Though old and dusty, they still glimpsed the brilliant light of countless years ago.

But Klein was destined not to see all of this.

Although the "main hall" or "side hall" didn't make much difference to a blind man, Klein was still sensitive enough to notice that many items were placed in this huge palace.

For the first time, he wanted to break free from Amon's hand to see those things, and Amon agreed to his wish.

Amon released his restraints on Klein and watched him cautiously grope towards the sculpture in the hall. The curve of his lips widened further—two more steps.

One step, two steps, Klein moved forward with difficulty.

Perhaps it was because the elk-hide boots were too thick and heavy. When he accidentally kicked an equally heavy obstacle, Klein's delayed sense of touch caused him to lose his balance for a moment.

"Peng"

He fell to the ground and no one came to help him.

Klein felt his body lying on a stiff animal corpse. He groped around calmly and, not surprisingly, touched a stiff hand.

There are five fingers on the palm.

Klein trembled as he peeled off his gloves and felt the thin calluses on his five fingers.

A great force half dragged and half lifted him up, and at the same time put gloves on him without him struggling.

"Put it on, Klein. The main hall hasn't been used for a long time, so there's always some dirt inside." Amon hugged the little blind man affectionately.

However, the hug didn't last long. Firstly, hugging wasn't something that God truly understood. Secondly, poor Klein was trembling violently. Oh, that was also why the merciful Amon hugged him. Thirdly, there were more important things for Klein to do.

"Go ahead, move forward, and be careful where you step." Amon gently pushed Klein on the back.

Klein's body finally stopped shaking, and his face turned pale. He pursed his lips, groping forward bit by bit. Amon stood behind him, smiling, his thoughts unclear.

"Bang, bang!" His heavy boots hit the wall repeatedly, and Klein's lips tightened even more. He carefully avoided the "obstacles" on the ground. A flash of pity between his unfocused pupils made a trace of greed flash across Amon's pupils that were like eternal night.

Klein finally approached the first sculpture he had encountered since entering the main hall.

"Take off your gloves and feel Him." Amon's voice came from not far away. The noise in his voice was particularly serious in the main hall, which made the human voice he simulated seem a little inferior.

Klein slowly removed his gloves, like a nun removing her robe. Amon stood a few dozen meters away, watching Klein's delicate, white fingertips caress his sculpture.

The edges of his smoothly trimmed nails gently scraped across the wings on the face of the angel sculpture. Amon rarely felt a slight itch gradually spreading across his face, which caused layers of compound eyes to appear on the originally smooth skin of his mimicry.

Klein was unaware that countless eyes were staring at his back not far away. He was simply immersed in the reality and horror of the sculpture, while uncontrollably stroking the angel sculpture—from top to bottom.

Then came the second sculpture, the third...

The rugged and bizarre sculptures showed Klein another side of the world, a side that was equally real.

How insignificant humans are, Klein thought silently.

He slowly walked back to the first sculpture, his unfocused eyes fixed on the angel's face and the cascading wings. But this time, Amon called him.

"Klein, turn around."

Klein blinked and turned back, only to see a thick darkness before him.

Amon approached him, and unknown to Crane, the real angel was right beside him.

A cold, hard hand touched his eye sockets, and the wings on the angel's face covered his eyes, blooming like flowers. Countless eyes quietly stared at the blind human.

Are you willing to be God's favored one? For countless years, the favored one has only their own God silently asking this question in their hearts. He knows the answer, and the answer must be as He desires.

"Come down, come here." Amon stretched out his arms to Klein, and the embrace between his pale arms was open to the one he recognized as his favorite.

His out-of-focus brown eyes collided with his dark black counterparts, and Klein leaped downward, landing once again in a solid embrace.

If this is the reality that I am destined to face, then I am willing to face it.

His cold lips pressed against the warm ones, and Klein opened his eyes wide—

A stream of cold liquid flowed into the abdominal cavity.

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Maybe there will be a sequel? I mean maybe.

But you can guess when Amon took the blame for Jimmy😏