harper beck
they/he
twenty-nine
august 11
stow-on-side, galar
pansexual
forger
rocket admin
long black tulips, born in your blue tints. lemongrass eyelids, smoke in your slick lips.
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fern delaney
AREA 2 [OHJ]
POSTED ON Oct 10, 2022 22:07:48 GMT
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“Well this is…quaint,” Fern murmurs in an aside to jayden cross as they’re led through the initial door to a brightly lit hallway. It’s certainly not what they anticipated when signing up to wander through a supposed house of horrors. Even more so when the door they came through had a big ol’ bloody handprint slapped across it.[break][break]
This is like any other hallway–perfectly normal, mundane. Nothing amiss. The door at the end must lead to something darker. They’re sure of it. And well, it better because they came into this expecting to be startled, and if that wasn’t the result, badgering Jayden into coming along with them will have fallen flat entirely.[break][break]
Only the next door yields…another hallway.[break][break]
Another hallway.[break][break]
And another.[break][break]
Another.[break][break]
The changes are imperceptible at first, and it makes Fern a bit cross that they can’t just be done with hallways already. And then the doors begin to appear. Little offshoots. He tries one, and it’s locked. In the next hall, he tries another. Locked. By the time he tries a third, the air within the halls (hall, singular?) has grown heavy with the permeation of rot. Mildew and wet, worn wood. Water stains sink from the ceiling down the walls, and the once pretty-patterned paper curls in different places.[break][break]
There’s the unnerving crawl under their skin–the one they were expecting from the jump. Set to the dissonance of out of tune squalls of string instruments and wailing behind thin wooden doors. At one point, something thumps hard against the wall directly beside Fern as he passes and he jumps before he laughs at himself, low and thin.[break][break]
“Here goes,” they mutter with a scoff of laughter, expecting more of the same. At first, it doesn’t turn. Bending, they lower to peer through the keyhole because they swear in the gloom of the dimming overhead lights, there’s a light shining through under the crack. Abruptly, the light through the hole is shadowed–replaced by a watery, blinking blue eye, the sclera gone yellow and bloodshot.[break][break]
It’s enough to make them stumble back, nearly falling flat before they catch themself with another laugh. Maybe they should leave it alone and keep going. Catch up with Jayden and the others stuck wandering down the looping halls. But it’s just a silly trick so…they try it again.[break][break]
The grimy antique knob rattles…and then gives. The door swings open with a long groan on creaky hinges.[break][break]
Inside is nothing. Nothing at all. Emboldened, Fern steps inside for a better look, not noticing the door easing shut behind them. There’s no decor, no furniture, no windows. Just corner to corner, moldering shag carpet and warped wood panel walls. They stand there, and there’s another twinge of disappointment before they glance back and recall that they’re alone in here.[break][break]
Fern moves and– bumps into the wall? Frowning, they look around and is the room getting smaller? The room is getting smaller. No thanks. The feeling of space closing in around them trips their flight instinct and they return to the door, only to pause again, hand holding the knob in place when it rattles under their touch. From the outside, a lighthearted murmur accompanies it. A shadow dances in the light coming through and they think maybe it’s someone pulling a fast one on them. Unease settles like a stone in their stomach as they repeat their earlier movement and peer through the keyhole.[break][break]
That’s definitely his eye staring back at him. This time Fern does topple back, just to spring up and grab at the handle. How long has he been in here? Enough to look haggard? He was going to get out there and there was going to be no one–just him, and then he’d be alone as he’d been in this room and–[break][break]
Bursting through the door yielded no change. A rush up the same hall resulted in another hall. But gratefully, the return of another, familiar presence. Only then could they laugh at themselves again, but it was still a bit more wary than before. [break][break] VM0MAOW1 [break][break]
[attr="class","ooc"] + unnerving times!!! fern is open to be interacted with as u please :3c[break] + resolve tally: -20 = 30/50
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