You are sent to a SPOOKY mansion. Whether it's a dare, a mission, or something else. You decide, really. Either way, there have been many, many rumors of some haunting taking place here. You'd better be careful!
"𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓮, 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀."
During a quick run to the kitchen for a midnight snack, you rummage through the fridge to find any kind of food that would satiate your appetite. While doing so, you see a massive figure out of the corner of your eye. When you turned in that direction, it was gone.
Tonight was another night of no sleep. You just couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You hear a shuffling sound. When you open your eyes to investigate, you see a figure by your bedside. You attempt to move, but you find that you cannot. It is staring at you.
Was there a time when you couldn't fall asleep? You're lying down, you look blankly at the darkest corner of your room. When...you swear something just moved.
“ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥.”
"GUYS! LOOK! ISN'T THIS SO COOL?!?!?!?!?!"
Maliko seems very excited! He hands Yabo his card and walks away with a happy smile.
Mads stands back up and stares down at his work. He walks away, leaving Yabo breathless and pouring blood.
Yabo wriggles around grasping at his neck.
Mads grabs him and lifts him up. He piledrives him on the concrete.
Yabo stumbles backwards. He's completely dazed. He rests his back against a wall to help him stand.
Mads doesn't even feel his punches. He headbutts him.
"AH! FUCK!"
Yabo is punching Mads in the gut hoping he'd let go as blood poured from his reopened wound.
Mads looks down at him and picks him up by the hair. He rips the bandages off of his head and scratches at the wounds.
"AH!"
She falls and grabs his head in pain.
A steel chair is thrown at him and hits him right in the face.
Yabo is walking around with his bandaged head. He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. He sticks the cigarette in his mouth and goes to light it up.
Yep. He's alive and breathing.
He looked down at the pile of handkerchiefs and snapped his fingers. All of them slither back into his pocket. Within seconds, they're all gone.
He smells like birthday cake.
Well, his screaming woke him up. He sat up and yawned.
All of them are different colors. At least there's variety.
It was tied to another handkerchief...and another. And another. And another. Seems almost endless!
Completely empty. He did have a handkerchief though.
He's a heavy sleeper.
SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH
He's sleeping.
Maliko has just come back from a long night of Christmas parties. This time he was actually invited to some! He had a fun time. Now for him to fall asleep on some cardboard in an alleyway.
Maliko is OUT in an alleyway. Not knocked out. Just sleeping.
