Into the Pit by Scott Cawthon

Author:Scott Cawthon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.

Why if it isn’t Millie Fitzsimmons!” a deep, booming voice said. In the darkness, it was hard to tell exactly where it was coming from, but it felt like it was all around her. “Silly Millie, Chilly Millie, the ice-cold Goth girl who’s always dreaming of Death. Am I right?”

“Who are you?” Millie demanded. “Where are you?”

Above her, a large pair of terrifying blue eyes rolled backward, looking down into the chamber.

“I’m right here, Silly Millie. Or maybe I should say you’re right here. You’re right inside my belly. In the belly of the beast, I guess you could say.”

“So … you’re the bear?” Millie wondered if she had fallen asleep after she climbed inside the old robot, if she was dreaming. This was all too weird.

“You can just think of me as a friend. Your friend till the end. We just have to decide if the end is going to be slow or quick.”

“I—I don’t understand.” The space was starting to feel claustrophobic. She tried the door. It wouldn’t budge.

“You’ll understand very soon, Chilly Millie. You Goth girls crack me up … all dressed like professional mourners, so serious all the time. Daydreaming about Death like he’s the lead singer of some boy band and that when you meet him it’ll be love at first sight. Well, Merry Christmas, Millie! I’m going to make your dreams come true. It’s not a question of ‘if’ but ‘how.’ ”

What was happening? She was definitely awake. Had she lost her mind, descended into madness like a character in an Edgar Allan Poe story? “I—I’d like to get out now,” she said. Her voice sounded small and shaky.

“Nonsense!” the voice said. “You’re going to stay in here, all nice and cozy, while we work out how you’re going to have your dream date with Death. The choice is all yours, but it will be my pleasure to present you with some options.”

“Options of how to die?” Millie felt the cold, metallic taste of fear in the back of her throat. Fantasies about death were one thing, but this felt like reality.

* * *

Millie. What a stupid name. She was named after her great-grandmother Millicent Fitzsimmons. But Millie wasn’t the kind of name you saddled a person with. A cat or a dog, maybe, but not an actual human.

Millie’s black cat was named Annabel Lee after the beautiful dead girl in the Edgar Allan Poe poem, which meant that Millie’s cat officially had a better name than she did.

But, Millie thought, it made sense that her parents would come up with such a ridiculous name. She loved them, but they were ridiculous people in a lot of ways, flighty and impractical, the kind of people who would never think how hard elementary school would be for a little girl whose name rhymed with silly. Her parents flitted from job to job, from hobby to hobby, and now, it seemed, from country to country.

Over the summer, Millie’s dad had been offered a one-year teaching job in Saudi Arabia.

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