Night 20: Intercom, Early Night

[damned_intercom]

The intercom came on, though when it did, the Head Doctor's voice wasn't the first thing that could be heard. The faint, crackling sound of an old version of Jingle Bells echoed through the halls, all nostalgic warmth and kitschy tradition within its lyrics twisted into a haunting, eerie anthem

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[not_classified]

"Evenly matched, you two. Fight and die on each other's swords. This is what you both wanted. The powers of the Great Evil King and the Great Hero! Now take it!"

Ari was surprised at this... He was giving them power? No.. He was trying to adjust the world again!

But before the boy could shout a warning to the two, he saw Beiloune raise his hand and begin to glow. And then the ground grew very warm beneath him, surprisingly warm... There was a bright flash of light, a crackle of energy, a rush of...something... And then everything went dark.

Ari woke again to the sound of pleasant music and darkness. And...he was lying down? Quickly, the boy sat up, feeling the bed beneath him. What was going on?

There was a strange voice drifting from..somewhere, though it had a hint of static to it. "You'll all be sorry someday. You'll all be sorry that you weren't good boys and girls." This made Ari frown, worry creeping into his expression. Who was that? Beiloune? Someone else? And where was he

[thirdtonever]

It wasn't every day that you woke up with music from a country too many miles away to be counted crackling down out of an old intercom at you. In fact, it hadn't ever happened to Chase Young. So he knew something was wrong immediately, and that was only one of the factors that made him open his eyes and leap into a fighting stance, prepared to defend himself against whatever intruders had dared infiltrate his home.

Only it wasn't his home. It was the dreariest room he'd seen since his trainee days at the temple, and somewhat more sparse. That meant that he was probably in Hell.

But at the moment, Chase didn't factor Hell into his equations. He had, as of last night, fallen into a meditative trance like he usually did, seated carefully on his throne. The expectation to wake up in the same manner was high, and since he hadn't, there was more than something wrong - there was everything wrong. If this was another alternate reality

[thirdtonever]

(Going to here.)

[no_side_effects]

Wesker's peaceful sleep had been interrupted by Christmas music, of all things. The sheer oddity of it was enough to postpone him being angry for a few moments as he sat up and opened his eyes to the darkness

[tte_bayo]

Naruto slept plain through the intercom voice, the music, and the loud screech. He only grumbled once and violently turned over in his bed, twisting sheets. Apparently it all had a delayed effect; twenty seconds after the intercom clicked off he suddenly sat bolt upright. White sheets twisted messily around his frame

[tte_bayo]

( Ninja-ing here. )