The Catacombs' Forbidden Crystal: Prolouge / Posts 1 - 7

Author's note: ElementR here, this is the first part of the story that I'm working on. Think of Undertale and Pressure, but if it was turned into this weird blog-like story. Once I finish the story, I will upload the whole thing on this wiki.

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Post #1 - April 29, 2008

Hello everyone, this is my first blog post, I will be talking about events that have happened in my life. I will be referring to myself as Ren. This first story I will tell is pretty boring; it happened back at 9th grade high school in my history class.

Me and other classmates were taught about the complex story behind the forbidden crystal in the depths of a catacombs, also basically a whole other world but smaller when you think about it, on an island of Newfoundland in Canada. The people who know about that place refer to it as “Le Lieu des Créatures Souterraines”, which is French for “The Creatures’ Underworld”. The rumored creatures of that catacomb are covering a crystal with powers that they don’t want to be in the wrong hands.

Many people that volunteered in a corporation that existed since 1977, called “The Undersurface Research Center”, had died trying to find the crystal for analyzing and for the world to get use of it. The volunteers went to the catacombs as a way to search for it. The creatures always patrol the restricted areas of the catacombs, while there are places where the creatures are calmer until one mentions the crystal. The USRC company is still around and is still having people risk their lives for that crystal.

I always wondered about what those creatures are and why the crystal exists, and the powers within it. but that’s all I can really remember from that one time in class, not so much huh? Even then, I hope you guys will be reading my next post, hopefully not another history lesson post that is. Now I’ll just play with my Xbox 360, see ya!

Post #2 - May 1, 2008

I want to talk about two strange events that happened to me when I was younger. One time, it was night and everyone was getting ready to sleep. I was messing around in my room, and when I was running out of my room and into the hallway, I suddenly bumped into my sister. Then immediately when that happened, I’m suddenly in my grandparent’s room in bed at night, as if it was a video that had randomly cut from one scene to another.

Another similar event happened when I was a toddler. It was during the day, and I was craving for another baby bottle to drink, so I went to my mom and tried to ask her for another one. When we both go to the kitchen, my mom asks me a question, possibly about if I wanted another bottle to drink, and then I’m suddenly in my bedroom at night.

These two events confuse me looking back at them, because they both felt as if they actually happened except for the random cut to where I was. I like to think that they both could’ve been a dream, but why would I be in my grandparents’ room? I think it’s best to not think too much about it.

Post #3 - May 9, 2008

My friend, Mark, and I had an interesting conversation today on Xbox Live about the catacombs, creatures, and the crystal that I mentioned to you guys in my first post. Which also means another history lesson I guess… yay…

We were both playing Uno, when I asked him about that time in history class. Mark responded with, “Oh yeah! I feel like those rumors about those creatures are just exaggerations”. After that, we both started to think about what the powers that crystal could possibly contain, ironically. I said, “Maybe they have the cure to acne!”, as we both started laughing as I forgot it was my turn in Uno. After we finished a round of Uno, I invited Mark to my house to search on the internet about the supposed creatures that inhabit the catacombs. We look through archived interviews on volunteers that survived but failed to retrieve the crystal. We then looked at an imageboard, 4chan, where some users talked about what the creatures could possibly look like.

We noticed that one of the similarities from the interviews and the discussions in 4chan is that one of more common of the creatures are large gray-black colored toxic-scented whales where its scent can lead you to dire sickness, or even death. Those whales swim in the massive pool parts of the catacombs. People call those whales “Mauvaise malodors”. I saw reports that some volunteers had died from a whale in the catacombs throughout the 1980s. A survivor from one of the interviews had said that the whale smelled stronger than any bleach ever. The recorded side-effect from the scent varies, like instant nausea, clogged throat or nostrils, vomiting, dizziness, heated body, badly affected skin, etc. The insides of a Mauvaise malodor’s mouth glowed very bright yellow, which had blinded the people who saw it.

Both Mark and I felt concerned about what had happened to the people who died in the catacombs and couldn’t imagine experiencing the negative side-effects of the Mauvaise malodors, or any of the other dangerous creatures. I never thought that creatures of this scale could exist, it feels too crazy to be true. Mark suggested finding out more about that crystal. But when we searched it up, most that we could find were the same stuff that is protected by the creatures, lest the fear of potential misuse and exploitation of its powers.

A lot of information about the crystal and the history behind it is currently cryptic. I drew a rough drawing of what a Mauvaise malodor could possibly look like, since there’s seemingly no known photo of any of the creatures, and the attempts to interpret into drawings were loads of ms paint drawings on many internet sites. The drawing was like a cartoon whale but chicken-scratch style, and I used a yellow crayon for that yellow glowing mouth and added some black color parts in its body. I drew it for a couple of minutes based on the little info I got of those whales.

My friend left me home for dinner as I placed my drawing inside of a drawer with my other drawings. I barely slept at night from thinking about if those creatures are real or not, and possibly the safety of our world because of it. Would they go as far as erasing all of humans at one point if they keep coming to intervene? I’m not sure, but I hope that the creatures are all a hoax. I remember having a nightmare long ago about wandering in a catacomb and started to get chased by a tall musty figure. I wonder if that thing in my dream can also be one of the many creatures that I don't know about. Well, I’ll be going back to sleep now, bye.

Post #4 - June 22, 2008

I remember when I would hear fireworks going off at night when I was in elementary school. One time, me and my other siblings were hearing loud exploding noises coming from behind the house we looked at from the kitchen window. It looked as if a lightning strike was continuously hitting only one spot behind one of my neighbor’s houses. It later turned out that this happened from the crazy use of fireworks by a random friend group. That was the reason why we moved away from my old town.

Post #5 - August 20, 2008

I went with my family to Disneyland two weeks ago. The It’s a Small World attraction was unfortunately closed for refurbishment, I used to be obsessed with that ride when I was younger. One of my least favorite things when going on a ride are the drops, it feels like lifting up from your seat while falling, which is why I hated the Jurassic Park ride back then and the California Screamin’ ride. The park always smells like popcorn and pastries, which is probably why I had 8 of the churros. I enjoyed Space Mountain and Haunted Mansion. I lost my hat while riding Big Thunder Mountain, and it turns out to have perfectly landed on another guest’s head. The worst part of that day was my legs constantly hurting from walking a lot. When that happens in many places where people normally walk long distances, I keep saying to myself “I’m never going to any other park ever again!”.But with all of that, it was a good time, and a good way to take my mind off of some stuff.

Post #6 - January 6, 2009

I have a bit of an announcement to make, I’m not going to post much for a while because I’m busy with a lot of stuff currently, like school. I also want to say something new about the current situation with the USRC company.

Ever since November of last year, the corporation has started taking drastic measures to get people to find the crystal. The USRC hired many groups in trucks to search around and recruit people to go to the catacombs. If one refuses to cooperate, then that person would be forced into doing it.

This worries me because maybe I could get taken one day, since the groups hired travels around the country. I don't want to die from something like this, and to happen to you people reading this. I just might have to hope that they don’t come for me or my loved ones. As for now, I’ll see you guys again someday.

Post #7 - March 29, 2014

Hello, it’s been a long time since I last posted. I graduated from college months ago, and now I live on my own. But I have some very bad news. I got a letter from my mail sent by the USRC corporation earlier today at 7:44 AM, it read the following, “Ren (last name), we have selected you to become one of the explorers for finding the powerful crystal in the depths of the catacombs in Newfoundland, Canada. Expect us to arrive at your home, (home address), at 2:50 PM today.”

When I first read the letter, I felt my heart drowning in fear, as parts of my body were sweating. I went to my apartment and into my room, where I slammed my fist at the desk in frustration. I sobbed tears, wetting my shirt. After a while, I had a plan to hide at Mark’s place, thinking that they wouldn't know that I’m there.

I packed my stuff and drove to his house. When I explained to him about what happened, and showed him the letter, he was flabbergasted. He told me to hide in the closet, so I did. It was close to 2:50 when I checked my phone in the dark, my heart started beating. A message from a private number suddenly popped up in my notifications saying, “You really think you can just hide like that from us?”. I dropped my phone as my heart was beating.

When the people from the truck finally came, Mark tried to play dumb with them, but they already knew. They searched through every room in his house. I got out of the closet and was taken to the truck with the people holding my arms with a knife. My friend looked in devastation as I did too. I didn’t even get to say one last word with him. I got inside with my belongings, with a phone inside so I can tell you all about this.

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