A Harsh Slap in the Face
"There has to be something...." Arthur mumbled to himself. He opened any doors he came by, but none seemed to hold what he was searching for. "One would think a place that generates any type of room at random would at least have something of a market or the like. I wanted to find a birthday present for-"
Suddenly, the hallway went dark.
He froze in his tracks, startled, eyes adjusting to the dark. A small bead of sweat trickled down his face. His lantern wasn't with him, it was back in the bedroom. Why did he leave it there? He heard a whisper, farther down the end of the hall. "He-Hello?" He called out. "Is someone there? Do you know why the lights-?" Another whisper, only this time it was behind him. He swiftly turned, still seeing no one. "What the devil...?" An eerie feeling crept upon him, making him shiver. He felt the floor beneath his feet creak, as the whispers seem to get louder. ".... Alexander?" Arthur realized it was the other man's voice he was hearing.
Then, he heard the monsterous roar that had echoed in the dungeons, that still haunted him in his dreams. The hairs on his neck rose, his scarred skin erupted into gooseflesh, blood drained from his face. The hallway shook. and then he saw the horrid, pulsating, fleshlike slime cover the floor. The walls. The ceiling.
He hadn't escaped the Shadow after all. It was here. He was too terrified to run. He collapsed to the floor, held his head in his hands, and let out a tortured scream.
[[ooc: Fluffytimes are postponed for him, back to the haunting memories. Was going to post this at a later date, but I'm bored :/ Whether your muse can see the "shadow's presence" or not it completely up to you.]]
Suddenly, the hallway went dark.
He froze in his tracks, startled, eyes adjusting to the dark. A small bead of sweat trickled down his face. His lantern wasn't with him, it was back in the bedroom. Why did he leave it there? He heard a whisper, farther down the end of the hall. "He-Hello?" He called out. "Is someone there? Do you know why the lights-?" Another whisper, only this time it was behind him. He swiftly turned, still seeing no one. "What the devil...?" An eerie feeling crept upon him, making him shiver. He felt the floor beneath his feet creak, as the whispers seem to get louder. ".... Alexander?" Arthur realized it was the other man's voice he was hearing.
Then, he heard the monsterous roar that had echoed in the dungeons, that still haunted him in his dreams. The hairs on his neck rose, his scarred skin erupted into gooseflesh, blood drained from his face. The hallway shook. and then he saw the horrid, pulsating, fleshlike slime cover the floor. The walls. The ceiling.
He hadn't escaped the Shadow after all. It was here. He was too terrified to run. He collapsed to the floor, held his head in his hands, and let out a tortured scream.
[[ooc: Fluffytimes are postponed for him, back to the haunting memories. Was going to post this at a later date, but I'm bored :/ Whether your muse can see the "shadow's presence" or not it completely up to you.]]