Return of the Hall of Horrors

[cardio_swindle]

[From the outside, when you open the door, the room looks like a warm, inviting tavern, smelling possibly of mulled cider, mom's apple pie, hearty stew... A cozy seat by a roaring fire with spirits just behind the counter for the taking, and that fresh pie cooling on a table.]

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[butadoll]

[ oh, she's very, very familiar with that feeling ] . . . who's there?

[ ooc: Should have mentioned this in the meme post, but got turned into a girl by the tea party. Hope that's okay. ]

[cardio_swindle]

[There is no answer. The hallway is eerily silent in the aftermath of the scream. The faint echoes of splashing liquid and the creaking of the chains holding the dead.]

[That and the deep, amused, familiar chuckle in Tokusa's ear.]

[but_a_doll]

[ and if Tokusa was a little bit freaked out before, this takes the cake. Completely freezes up before bringing herself to look over her shoulder very, very slowly ]

[cardio_swindle]

[It's crawling down the wall behind Tokusa, it has Cyril's torso and face and a spider's body and legs for the lower half.]

My my, you look lovely. [The... Cyril part of the creature coos, low and sinister as it reaches forward to curl fingers around Tokusa's throat, one spidery leg also raising to touch the woman's hip.]

[butadoll]

[ eyes wide, Tokusa is now completely rooted to the spot, partially because of the sight of the morbid creature and also because of the fingers closing around her throat ] Wh -

[cardio_swindle]

[Another leg wraps around her waste and the creature pulls her closer.]

Shh, women should be silent. [The creature whispers in her ear, fingers tightening, painful enough to bruise and choke.]

[butadoll]

[ spots flashing in front of her eyes, she begins to clutch at the fingers, attempting to pry them off, all the while trying to gasp for air ] N -

[cardio_swindle]

[Another leg wraps around Tokusa, teeth scraping her neck, and then, abruptly, the hand lets go and the creature is hissing in pain and fury.]

Just planning on being lunch? [Tyki's got his hand through the spider creature's torso, and he slashes his arm, tearing it in half. Impersonating family irks him, greatly.]

[butadoll]

[ She gasps for air, clasping her neck and coughing. Unbeknownst to herself, she's begun to shake slightly. ] What - what was - ?

[cardio_swindle]

[The legs are still curled around her hips, they twitch, and Tyki doesn't offer to help.]

Less questions girl, more moving. [He's already walking away.]

[butadoll]

[ Still shaking, she shudders as she pulls them off and throws them somewhere into the darkness far, far away from her ] I have . . . a name. [ but she's following Tyki anyways - what else can she do? ]

[cardio_swindle]

You won't have a name if you're dead.

[Tyki's walking, fast, his stride long and purposeful, only stopping to test doors they pass, behind Tokusa there's more of that skittering sound, scraping on the walls and ceiling. Watching eye.]

Find a door.

[butadoll]

That doesn't mean you should - [ but then she catches her tongue and begins to look for one. No more time for arguing when you're in possibly mortal danger.

And she's really, really not liking that noise. So going to have arachnophobia when this is over.

A few moments later, she spies one. Walking towards it, she pulls it over to find . . . ]

[cardio_swindle]

I can leave you here easily. [Tyki offers, before she pulls the door open. He's at her side immediately, grabbing her arm and hauling her with him into the room without looking, slamming the door shut behind them.]

[The room is like a little girl's decorated in lace and pink, with porcelain dolls seated on every surface available. Dressed prettily in bows and ribbons, with wide, blank eyes and blush painted cheeks.]

[butadoll]

I - [ flinches at the sudden contact, but she's pulled along.

Inside the rooms, she looks uneasily at the dolls seated around the room; the blank stares are rather disturbing, which is why she's never been too fond of the toys ] . . .

[cardio_swindle]

[A melody, some child's lullaby, begins to play, and Tyki stalks around the room, running his fingers along the walls in search of an exit. He doesn't seem to notice, but the dolls eyes are slowly turning to watch Tokusa.]