Two Brothers Together at Last

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WHO: Bros. Broskis. Brodudes. Brodinskis. Brorades. Mattie and Al~ 
WHEN: Thursday night, Apr 29th
WHERE: Alfred and Matthew's apartment
WHAT: Full immersion is just what you think it is.

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"Alfred just shut up- for one ever-living second," Matthew took a deep, steadying breath and finally pushing himself up off of the floor, looking himself over and quietly brushing himself off. There was still a light aching in his head, something around them not quite right and something very... different. He shifted closer to Alfred and reached for his arm, holding it lightly. "I don't... I don't remember anything either. Before... wherever this is even."

The slightly older brother tightened his grip slightly and looked around once more before starting to pull Alfred out of the center of the room, trying to shove down the nerves churning his stomach and the want to curl up in a ball and not move. "Just- come on. We shouldn't... we shouldn't stay here-" he said quietly.

Just where they should go he wasn't entirely sure. There were doors, multiple doors, and stairs that lead both up... And a set that seemed to be almost demolished that lead down to... Somewhere he didn't even want to get near. "What... What do you know? I know... you. And my name- Matthew... But- What are we doing...?"

Something just barely registered in the corner of his eye and he twitched, looking over and swallowing.

"Did you hear that...?"

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Alfred had felt it.

The presence of something else. Something that was watching them. The gaze along the back of his neck. The feeling of something otherworldly pressing in. He'd only felt this kind of danger once before and that was a dark theatre with only a British man to comfort him. His chest throbs and he reaches up to touch the non-existent remains of the bullet. A chill courses through him and before he can think-

His hand his around Matthew's arm and he's dragging him to the closest door, pulling him inside and just barely closing it so he can look outside still. "Stay quiet." He breathed, still peeking outside, hand still tight and breathing almost completely stopped. "I think I see something."

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Matthew's heart was pulsing in his ears, too loud, he tried to control his breathing but as Alfred whispered something was there- All he could do was try not to completely panic. He clutched his brother's arm back, need to know greater than his need to hide as he tried to wedge over his brother's head and look out the door. "W-Whe-" he cut off, a twitching walk in the dark part of the room they had just been in and making his heart drop.

This wasn't happening.

This couldn't be happening.

They were going to die- he could already feel it- his mind- it wasn't all there-

"O-Oh my god-"

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Slapping a hand over his brother's mouth as the creature's head snapped towards them, Alfred hushed him, dragging him further into the darkness, feeling his own heart start to pound, body tuning for a fight reaponse but the need to stay near his brother was overpowering everything. Well, almost everything.

The darkness pressed in and he trembled, more frightened of that then the monster prowling about outside the door. He swallowed, hugging his brother closer. "M-Mattie, y'all gotta keep calm and talk to me." His voice was pleading, the same desperate tone it was everytime they were caught in a poweroutage. "Don't freak. J-Just talk to me. Please."

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"S-Shhh- shh Al-" Matthew found himself oddly coming back, his own fears trampled (at least for now) by the need to comfort and help his brother. Alfred had never done well in the dark, and Matt knew that, and he knew that whether he was freaking out about something that may or may not be there it didn't matter. Older brothers, even three days older, had a job to comfort and protect their younger brother. "I'm here-" he breathed out.

His arms quickly wrapped around Alfred and he pulled himself up slightly, shifting from the one being comforted to the comforting. He could here shuffling, some odd sound he didn't really understand, something... inhumane; but that could wait, that would leave. Hopefully.

"Shh... Shh Al it's fine," he whispered, cheek to cheek and holding onto Alfred with everything he could muster. "We'll fine a light- just take deep breaths and keep your eyes closed, e-eh?" It was a bit of a far fetch, actually being able to find something to light in this dilapidated old castle, but he had to offer some sense of security, some sense of hope... To both of them.

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Breath coming out in forced, deep and nearly silent gasps, Alfred finally felt himself calming down, clutching at his brother for dear life. His heart slowed after a lonf few minutes and then was soft and regular, his breathing also a little paced but less shallow and slower. Leave it to his brother to not freak out and deal with his fear before dealing with the-

Head snapping up as he remembered the immediate threat, Alfred slowly pulled himself away from Matthew and crept towards the door, nudging it open, peering around the main hall. He heaved a sigh of relief, looking back at Mattie. "Looks like it moved on." He said, running a hand through his hair, finding it sticking up from sweat.

"And you're right," he started to pick through the room, apparently some kind of closet. "We're gonna need some light before we move on."

Glancing back at his brother, he smiled. "Don't look so down! We'll get outta here lickety-split! Wherever here is..." now that there was light flooded in from the hall, Alfred was back to normal and ready to save the day! Or something like that.

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While Alfred was back to normal, Matthew slumped heavily against the wall, taking a few more moments to breath and force himself to calm down. He could feel his heart still pounding against his chest, something ringing in his ears as he closed his eyes again, rubbing his face quietly and breathing out. "Y-yeah," he said, a slight tremor still in his voice.

"Hey- look... ah... I doubt we're going to find any lighters in this place..." Matthew muttered, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother, the light a welcomed relief from the darkness as well. "Look for... a flint, or something we can make a spark, and something to hold a spark... If this place isn't to damp then it looks like it might be old enough to have torches..."

He paused, thinking on his own words for a moment as he stood up slowly and looked around as well, frowning. Now that there wasn't an immediate threat, he could think- Where were they? What were they doing here? Why couldn't either of them remember anything-?

There had to be some way-

His eyes fell on a piece of paper, oddly out of place in the dusty room. It didn't look like it had been there too long- He picked it up, scanning the words quietly.

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Watching his brother out of the corner of his eye to makes sure he didn't collapse, Alfred continued to search for anything that could help them along. Getting to his knees, he dragged a large chest out, opening it and coughing at the dust that billowed out. Waving a hand to try a dissipated it, the American looked down, grinning. "Jackpot! Mattie look-"

As he turned around to show his brother the score of tinderboxes and a lantern with oil he'd found, Alfred blinked at the paper. Standing up, he leaned over Matthew's shoulder, eyebrows furrowing as he read.

"Memories... Erased?" He murmured, shaking his head. "And killing someone? I'm surprised that the monster isn't out to get your virgin blood." The last part came off as joking but Alfred was still scared as hell.

He quickly busied himself with the lantern and filling it with oil. "Our main goal should be to get out of here, not kill some random guy."

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Something came over Matthew as he read the note, eyebrows knitting together tightly as he tried to think. This all sounded ridiculous, but- that was his signature down at the bottom. How could it be... Was this place the reason that they didn't remember? Or rather, according to the note... that they choose not to remember? It's better off like this. Just follow these instructions- seemed like a far cry if he wasn't sure it was his own writting.

"Just- shut up Al," Matthew snapped quietly at the virgin comment, sighing heavily and folding the note for safe keeping in his pocket. "I signed that note. I know it was mine- and if I'm telling us to do something I think we ought to eh? Maybe we should just... dig around a little more..."

He trailed off and started to search through drawers, opening each one and making sure they were all empty, blinking as he found a tinderbox. "This is so weird-" he sighed, straightening and looking back at Alfred, offering the single tinder. "Why are these things in a place like this? It's almost like... someone's set us up. Put us here... intentionally-"

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Alfred turned around, a glow now issuing from the lantern. He took the box of tinder, frowning at it before shoving it into the bag strung over his back. "Look, if someone put us in here, there's got to be a way out," he said, taking his brother's hand, dragging him towards the door and peeking out of it, looking around for the lurching monster. "We are not sticking around to kill some old guy, c'mon already."

His breath caught as a noise echoed in the grand hall but no movement followed and he pushed the door open, hurrying out, still pulling his brother. He wanted to get out this stone castle... thing and he spotted two large double doors. "See look! An exit!" Half-running to them, lantern waving wildly in his hand, Alfred couldn't help but feel the panic leave him.

But before he could touch the door,, he was on his knees, a pounding pain in his head. Lantern rolling away, Alfred clutched his head, growling quietly as a completely alien presence pressed in, making his head ring.. Only when his eyes were swimming with tears and the dizzy swing of the room did Alfred look up to see the door covered in... Flesh?

"Dammit." He muttered, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, shoulders shivering. "Fucking hell- what the hell is going on!?"

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"Y-You idiot-! Be quiet!" Matthew's head immediately started to ring, vision flickering for a few moments as he stumbled back away from the pulsing mounds of flesh that seemed to be growing from the walls themselves. He panted hard, even the air not quiet feeling right as it hit his lungs, stale, rotten. The elder brother just barely managed to catch his brother's arm, quickly yanking him away without caring about the discarded lantern.

He could feel the air getting even heavier, something wrong as the lantern's light flickered out. His back hit a wall (solid- not moving, not writhing flesh-) and he slid down it, pulling Alfred close and tight against him. "B-Be quiet-" he hissed quietly, trying to see in the darkness and only managing to hear what sounded like that ghastly creature again. "W-we've... g-got to do what the note said-" he panted, voice just barely above a whisper, almost pleading.

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Alfred hissed as he was pulled back and stumbled into his brother, finding himself pulled against a warm chest. His breath seized for a moment as he looked back over his shoulder, watching the lantern gutter and die. His heart stopped for a moment, eyes widening before they slammed shut and it skipping into overdrive, slamming against his ribcage.

His nails dug into his brother as the darkness pressed in

and there was nowhere to go and the shadows

were everywhere and seeping into his lungs and

oh God he couldn't breath-

"M-Mattie-" He said, voice shallow and that of a five-year-old. "W-We need the light-"