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"Of course you'd find a key after I've been pied."

"C'mon, don't be a sore loser. You didn't even lose anyway! I win, we all win. Plus, you two look good in red."

Ayuu chuckled. "I strongly beg to differ, but I'm glad you think so. At least we wore old clothes."

"And we're... having fun?" Ellis sounded decidedly skeptical.

The clowny room chose that moment to give a loud, shrieking giggle, startling a gasp out of Ayuu.

"Not in here we're not." With a calm ze didn't feel, the grimm opened the far door, grabbed the hands of zer dumbfounded significant others, and dragged them out into the hall where they were promptly covered with webbing.

With a sudden woosh, all the lights go out. When they return a few seconds later the feast has vanished, save for a few scattered bones.

Stepping into a new room, his eyes took a few moments to adjust but it was apparent a guest was expected. On a large dining table was a feast, the entire table was filled with food. The only issue was this food was moving or seemed to move. The meat which to him was a mystery type loaf thing seemed to have chunks of something very red in it and his stomach churned.

He saw goblets filled to the brim he was about to indulge himself since he had worked up a thirst but the liquid was red, to red for his liking so he stopped mid reach and sighed.

Turning his head to scan the entire room he was plunged into sudden darkness. Not paniacking he tried to recall the room's layout from what he did see and then the lights came back on and the food, that enoromous feast vanished! It was like a group of vultures descended and left in moments leaving only bones behind. It was in all honesty disgusting.

Turning he chose a direction and walked over to it.

Eywa wasn't entirely certain but....it almost seemed like the hallway got even darker as they ventured further along. There was something very unnerving about a place this dark that seemed devoid of sound and magic...maybe even life itself. Were it not for their own glow and that of Soot's eyes, as well as the glowing marks that appeared infrequently, the hybrid had a feeling they would have felt a surge of pure terror. As they thought of this, they glanced to the right and saw two glowing marks on the wall a space apart from each other...but wait....was that a recess in the wall? They moved closer and felt it, surprised but immensely relieved to find a door. Not even giving it a second thought, they opened it and rushed in with the hope that there would be light on the other side.

Fine. He was fine. Promise let out a relieved sigh, ignoring the weird sensation at the sudden loss of pain from the doll that had fallen. If only Marique was also allergic to cats like he was....

Oh well. Promise stiffened as the cat rubbed against him, suddenly grateful for the fact that he was wearing sweats instead of going in shorts. There was skin underneath his fur. Skin that, when rubbed up against by cats decided to redden and swell. If Marique saw that....

Well, he might just leave him. Promise side stepped away from the cat, his lips pulling down into a frown. He couldn't have that happen.

A brow was raised when Marique claimed that nothing was wrong with his pants. But..."I must have misheard, sorry." he bashfully looked down towards the vespercat. Pain did weird things to his mind. It must have been his imagination. How embarrassing.

The sudden gasp that came out of his lover's mouth was enough for the grimm hybrid to completely forget about his own embarrassment. "Mari--what's wrong?!" He worried his lip as his arm moved to cup Marique's face, his eyes roving around, trying to deduce what the issue was himself. "Where does it hurt?" Jeez, he was sounding like his brother. Still..Promise couldn't help but worry. He didn't like seeing anyone in pain, but Marique...Marique was his everything. He worried his lip, brushing his thumb against the hybrid's chin.

His sharp gaze moved towards the man's leg as it moved. "Did...did your leg start having pains too?" What--Just what was this haunted house? It seemed obviously fake but...inflicting random pain? How did they make that work? What sort of charm were they using? He shuddered, nodding at Marique's suggestion. It was best to just get out of the room before something else happened.

And he meant to follow. He really did. But something else seemed to brush against his leg that wasn't the cat, clattering to the floor and made his leg freeze up in pain once again. Promise let out a pained whine, his fingers spasming against his leg as if that would help ease the pain. Was it the cat's doing? Blue eyes glanced down at the familiar that was now rubbing against his leg. It didn't...seem like it....He sneezed, looking towards his lover.

They should really get going.

Ruttaga

Not cool. Totally not cool.

As Sathe hauled him from the room, Ruttaga's pride flared with indignation. He swallowed an angry flush and mentally berated himself. He had invited the baphomet along in order to spook him; not to get spooked! Besides, he knew it was all fake. There was nothing to worry about. Even so the chimera had to resist taking one last look over his shoulder. He felt the probing gaze of the eyes follow him all the way to the door.

They entered a room of total darkness, and were it not for Sathe's firm grip around his arm, Ruttaga would not have known the other boy was even there. The two paused by the door frame, waiting for their eyes to adjust to the gloom. They never did.

“I got something better,” Ruttaga replied after Sathe spoke. In the darkness he grinned. He pounded his fist against his collar bone to help clear his throat. Then, on the exhale, he shot a jet of flame out between his teeth. The visual effect was bizarre. Ruttaga felt as though he were looking through muddy water or a thick, thick smog.. He could barely make out the dim outline of the flame before it disappeared again. Even curiouser, it illuminated nothing of their surroundings. The light existed in a void unto itself.

“Huh. How do you think they did that?” The chimera ran his hand along the wall as they crept down the hall. His tail swung along behind him for balance.

Mutilated carcasses hang from the rack above, most of them with their ribs and insides exposed. The floor and walls are slathered with blood, and gorey lumps cover the countertops. Droves of flies buzz through the air, while rats squeak and scurry underfoot.

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1: You find a key!
2: Something heavy bumps up against you. You turn to find yourself face to face with an upside down corpse, milky dead eyes staring straight through you.
3: The sound of heavy breathing follows you throughout the kitchen, getting closer and closer until you can feel moist air on the back of your neck.
4: An intact carcass begins to shudder and shake, and a second later a swarm of rats erupt from its chest and spill out over the floor. (You may claim the familiar below!)

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5: A knife suddenly whistles past your head and embeds itself an inch deep in the wall. Run.
6: You find a key!


North: An ominous door.
East: The way is blocked.
South: An ominous door.
West: The way is blocked.

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irishgirl1017

The night air is still and uncomfortably quiet. Even under the full moon, the shadows cast by the graveyard’s headstones are too long and too dark. The dead branches from the surrounding trees and hedges grasp at you like clawed, bony fingers.

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1: You find a key!
2: In the distance you hear a lonely howl that curdles your blood. A few seconds later something growls behind you, much, much closer.
3: You find yourself unable to move as vines grow up around your ankles and pull you down towards the earth.
4: A plastic pumpkin container lays overturned on the cobblestones… Looks like someone left it behind by mistake. It still has some candy inside!
5: There’s a rustling from a nearby tree, and a black shape bursts out. It dives towards you, then rushes past, and settles on a headstone with a croak. From there, it regards you smugly.
6: In the middle of the path, a ghostly spectre materialises in ragged fluttering robes. It passes through you and leaves you chilled to the bone.
7: The earthy mound in front of a worn gravestone shifts, and a gnarled hand erupts from beneath. Something begins to claw its way to the surface.
8: Hushed whispers follow you throughout the graveyard, whispering secrets no one could know. There is a sudden shriek, then silence.
9: Something strokes your hair and down your neck. You hear a cackle, and your shadow slithers away in to the darkness.
10: You find a key!


North: The way is blocked.
East: An ominous door.
South: The way is blocked.
West: Continue.

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Sara Siren Noire

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