How did a (cute girl) like you end up in a place like this?!
Trying your hardest to escape, it also seems like you also have forgotten your 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. As you continue your journey on escaping, you encounter some ghosts especially a little (n...
The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls, casting an eerie ambiance. As Y/N stepped inside, the air felt heavy, laden with an unexplainable tension. Before her loomed Mr. Silvair, an impossibly tall figure, close to eight feet, with striking white hair that glimmered even in the muted light. filled with an intelligence that made her uneasy. Clutched tightly in her arms was mr chopped, smiling and grinning to himself.
"Who them?" Mr. Silvair's voice was gruff, yet strangely melodic, like heavy winds echoing in a canyon.
"Them carry! Them good!" he announced, pride swelling in his chest. Y/N tilted her head, trying to decipher the meaning behind his exaggerated movements and expressions.
"Cannot Understand Language?" His gaze pierced through her confusion, and Y/N swallowed hard. The words swung in and out of her comprehension like shadows in the corner of her eye.
"Sit Chair" he commanded with a subtle nod toward a tattered armchair nearby. Y/N stared at the chair hesitating if she should listen to the figure. Are they hostile?
The head on her hand smiled as Mr Silvair spoke once again, pointing at the couch gesturing her to gently place Mr Chopped on the couch.
"Teach" Y/N sat down obediently as Mr Silvair prepared a coin.
"Object." He pointed at the coin and Y/N instinctively mirrored his gesture. Then, with a whisper of magic, the coin disappeared.
"Object Gone,"
For the next few minutes, Mr. Silvair drew the world around them into focus, teaching Y/N words she could grasp. "Understand?" he asked, anticipation etched on his face.
"Mhm, Understand!" Y/N repeated, mimicking his smile.
With her confidence slightly bolstered, Y/N stood again and wandered around the cramped quarters. It wasn't that big, it was kind of small. Infront of her was a door, what could be behind it?
Curiosity nudged her as she pointed toward the door on the far side of the room. "Door?" she inquired.
"Research Room" Mr. Silvair replied, a gleam of delight in his eyes. The words throbbed in her mind, drawing her closer until her fingers gently pushed the door open.
"W-what the!" she gasped. The room beyond was a chaotic maze of bizarre tools, sharp instruments hung ominously, creating an unsettling collection of 'research.' The sight sent chills shooting down her spine, small hairs standing tall.
"Research Room" he echoed again, his tone oddly triumphant. The shadows clawed at her instinct to turn away. This wasn't the kind of place anyone should enter, a myriad of questions swirling in her mind like autumn leaves caught in a whirlwind.
"U-uhm!" She slammed the door, her heart racing. A chill ran through her, prompting her feet to retreat while she regretted being too curious at all, Now pops the question...What does he research?
'I should leave..' Y/N thought to herself, as she ran out closing the door behind her. She spent no time leaving without hesitation, processing what just happened! walking back up the stairs, the lights flickered as she then felt a stare behind her.
"Goodbye," he murmured.
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As she reached the top of the stairs, she found the door earlier, she was sure it was locked before she even came in here! Not wanting to go back there, it was no choice. She had to go through the door anyways.
TO BE CONTINUED...
EDIT: YALL IFROGT HE HAS NO EYES PELASE IM SOSORRY
