Characters: Canada and anyone who happens by...
Setting: Entry way
Time: Late on Night 015
Summary: Canada arrives in the dollsyhouse
Warnings: none
With Kumajiro prodding his leg in a timely reminder, Matthew rose from his couch and switched off the television. "Okay, Kumagoro, I'll get you your lunch now." He began heading toward the kitchen, wondering idly whether it was too much to eat pancakes twice a day. Suddenly, his ankle collided with something solid, and he fell to the floor with a startled yelp.
Sighing heavily, he picked himself up off of the floor, brushing the dirt from the red hooded sweatshirt he was wearing. Once upright, he froze in shock. This wasn't his house.... Glancing around at the unfamiliar décor, the confused nation wondered if he'd somehow hit his head when he fell. Hesitantly, he tried the doors. Locked, of course. Great....
Let's see now.... Just to be sure Matthew tried the other door. It turned out to be unlocked, which was good. But it led to a coat closet, which didn't actually help much. There wasn't much else in the small entranceway. But from the marble floors and the fancy decorations on the ceiling, he could guess that the owner must be quite wealthy. But how had he gotten here? And why did he have the distinct and unpleasant sensation of being watched?
“This is like something out of a horror movie....” He whispered softly, starting to hope that this was some kind of head-trauma dream. Matthew took a deep breath and made an effort to push away those thoughts. Horror movies weren't real, and this wasn't necessarily a product of brain damage. There had to be a logical explanation for this, right? The faint sound of footsteps from one of the other rooms was encouraging. Whoever it was would at least know who the house belongs to.
“He-hello?” He called out nervously, working hard to get his voice to an audible level. “I don't mean to intrude, but....I'm sort of....” He struggled for the right word. “...Lost?” Yeah, that pretty much covered it. He was very lost....