They're he-ere [Active/Open, but ask first]

[sin_of_my_being]

Characters: Mello, Oz, anyone else
Setting: The dawn room
Time: Day 19, Around the time the beetles start to appear.
Summary: Oz and Mello meet under some odd circumstances and get attacked by beetles.
Warnings: Definite animal/insect abuse, a bought of insanity, nasty heat, and bugs. So many bugs.

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[is_not_number1]

Mello may have been glad about the house's newly warm temperature once, but that period of time was long over. It was beginning to get unbearably hot now, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand the heat without utterly losing his mind. Despite the fact that he was still wounded enough from the previous night's incidents to need damn bandages, and he really preferred that they go as unseen as possible, he'd eventually resorted to discarding his shirt entirely. In an effort to get rid of at least some of the bandages, he'd removed the ones that covered the burns on his back entirely. Those wounds were by far the least severe, even if they were still quite visible, and if any of them could afford to be uncovered, it was definitely them. The bandages on his side and his arm, he figured, still needed to be there. The heat was miserable; he'd likely never have done this in the first place otherwise. Without a damn shirt, he looked way too injured. To add to his fresh and bandaged injuries, he still had plenty of scars on his body from the goddamn explosion incident, and it all looked terrible together. He was sweating like a bloody pig, though, and he felt absolutely uncomfortable and disgusting. And right now, the godawful heat was his first priority.

And he certainly didn't like the house's new addition of a damn beetle infestation, either. The bugs were incredibly loud, and they were all over the place. Talk about pesky... If the heat didn't drive Mello crazy, he assumed the bugs would. Hell, they just might have been already starting to; after a while of having been driven insane by the insects' buzzing, he could swear he'd started to hear voices under all the noise. And, when he'd taken the time to listen to what the voices were saying, he'd found that they were not in any way pleasant. If anything, the voices were nothing less than disturbing, or maybe even horrifying. He suspected that they were some sort of echo of the house's past residents-- the ones that had lost out to the house and become monsters. It certainly sounded as though the people he was hearing had given up and killed themselves, and it was damn depressing. Mello might not have had much hope for his fate in this place, but he didn't want to lose himself to the house. Not at all. But... his own distaste didn't change the fact that he was more or less trapped. Probably hopelessly, forever.

Mello wondered, however, if the voices behind the insects' buzzing were significant in any way. If he was right and they were echoes of the house's past residents, then couldn't it be possible that something important could be learned from them? He had to find out. He had to analyze these voices to see if he could find any underlying message. And it was during his search for a peaceful, quiet place where he could sit down by himself and listen to them that he stumbled upon the Dawn Room. That room was usually fairly peaceful...

Right now, though, there seemed to be some strange kid in the room already. Mello didn't know what the hell he was doing-- it looked like he was resting or something. Well, seeing as he'd probably interrupted the brat... he should probably at least say something to acknowledge him.

"Hey," he said, his tone rather cold, "Are you in the middle of something here?" Not that he particularly cared... "And, by the way, who are you? I've never seen you around here before."