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The Artist’s Maze (Rift Malfunction)

There is a world that mimics one that used to exist. Where friends build extravagant bases and sold their collected wares in shops. But now, that world and this mimic are both nearly gone; Being erased and replaced by a world filled with lies and fractured memories.

 Once you find yourself there, in this forgotten world, the walls raise and you feel them shift around you to form a maze. It is important to recall this advice:

Stay to the right.

 Even when the walls shift around you, even when the floor changes color and the walls resemble your friends, even when eyes stare down at you and laughter echoes around you, and finally when you feel breathing down your neck....

You must, no, you need to remember:

 They are not real. None of this is real. This is a prison in a trashcan waiting to be deleted. An error that needs to be fixed before it gets too out of hand.

 The walls continue to shift, but now holes are beginning to appear in them. Through the many gaps, you can see something wandering through the halls like you. The being’s footsteps are off. Their body drags against the wall as if they’ve been injured and a red-like substance sticks to the brown, palette board-like walls on the other side.

 Luckily, they haven’t seemed to have noticed you yet. You’re unsure if you want to call out to them. A part of you wants to find them. But, the other wants to run as fast as it can to get away.

 But you can’t run away now. You need to find him.

 You need to find the center of this madhouse and end this nightmare once and for all. You need to save your friend before you lose him forever. And maybe if you save one, you can save them all...

 Eventually, you find the center, you find him leaning against a gnarled tree that branches into the purple sky. He’s bleeding from his stomach and he looks like he hasn’t slept for months on end (the crossover hasn’t even lasted for a month) by what you remember, at least).

 As you approach, Beef’s eyes open like a computer booting up after restarting. His chest weakly rises and falls with each breath.

 “ B....B....”

 He’s trying to say something. You can’t tell what he’s saying, so you move a bit closer.

 “ B-Behind.... you....”

 Your ears swivel as a noise comes from behind you. A rumbling snort that’s swiftly followed by a giant shadow that looms over you and Beef. 

 When you turn around, you are met with a giant bull-like creature. A massive, painted axe is in its hooves as it glares down at you. You recognize that its side is bleeding. But it’s not actually blood:

It’s... paint?

Two options now stand before you:

{ESCAPE}

{PROTECT}