Night 49: Quarry
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America typically had a pretty vivid imagination, so he could picture a lot of things being out in the hall waiting for him. What he hadn't considered, however, was the hall itself not being there. Instead of a nice, reasonably creepy, relatively dry corridor, America walked into a full on thunderstorm. It took all of five seconds to get drenched in the downpour, and the nation let out a frustrated groan as he looked around. Just what the hell had happened?
America threw up his hands in frustration, then shot an accusatory glance at the other nation, making sure his voice was extra loud to carry over the storm. "England, this is totally your fault!" The old man had been the one just talking about going outside, so it was perfectly reasonable and fair to place the blame on him. Of course he immediately turned to go back inside, but--wait. Where had the building gone?!
"Uh, what's going on here?" Not that dreams were ever supposed to make sense, but the architecture at least had conformed to the basic laws of logic up until now. America made sure to keep his flashlight on, then turned back to get a better look at where they were apparently stuck, since the whole fucking building had up and vanished.
America typically had a pretty vivid imagination, so he could picture a lot of things being out in the hall waiting for him. What he hadn't considered, however, was the hall itself not being there. Instead of a nice, reasonably creepy, relatively dry corridor, America walked into a full on thunderstorm. It took all of five seconds to get drenched in the downpour, and the nation let out a frustrated groan as he looked around. Just what the hell had happened?
America threw up his hands in frustration, then shot an accusatory glance at the other nation, making sure his voice was extra loud to carry over the storm. "England, this is totally your fault!" The old man had been the one just talking about going outside, so it was perfectly reasonable and fair to place the blame on him. Of course he immediately turned to go back inside, but--wait. Where had the building gone?!
"Uh, what's going on here?" Not that dreams were ever supposed to make sense, but the architecture at least had conformed to the basic laws of logic up until now. America made sure to keep his flashlight on, then turned back to get a better look at where they were apparently stuck, since the whole fucking building had up and vanished.