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[It's the day before Halloween. The costumes have gotten less and less amusing as they've started to shift and seem real, as the cries of friends have lured them to barrel out into the foggy night to return battered and without memory of it, as the hallucinations have started to tear at people, little by little.
Yeah, this damn experiment can be over and stop fucking with everyone now, thanks. -_-
So Zoro is pretty tired of it even before he opens his door in the morning and finds himself squinting down a dark stairwell that definitely, definitely shouldn't be there.]
What the...?
[It creeps in slowly, but deep under the skin. The twisting sensation of something is wrong that goes beyond misplaced architecture as his eyes adjust to the dark and the stairs seem to get steeper-almost dizzyingly steep. They aren't really there, this house doesn't even have any goddamn stairs, he knows that perfectly well, but-a shuddering frisson of unease runs down his spine and makes his hand clench on the doorknob before he can even see what lies at the bottom of the steps.
Because there is something there. When he finally makes it out, every muscle in Zoro's body locks, jaw ticking and eyes wide-a small shape in white crumpled in a heap at the foot of the stairs; a small white arm outflung toward a white sword in accidental release. …..-What? No. No. Not this. They don't fucking get to use this-
Then the shape twitches, familiar dark hair gleaming as the head lolls on the ground sickeningly, bent the wrong way, fuck, fuck-and the roil of horror and nausea burst from Zoro in a strangled shout as he jerks back so hard he hits the ground, nearly cracks his head on his bedframe.
He'll be sitting there, stunned, if anyone comes to investigate, though he'll be getting out of that room in fairly short order.
But he can't get away from what he just saw-because it's following him. Not metaphorically, either-though that, too. Every time he opens a door, every time he's close enough to see someone else open one-there's the dark, gaping maw of stairs that shouldn't be there, leading down-and a broken, too-small shape-
...Needless to say he'll be going more than a little crazy over the course of the day, winding tighter and tighter, and soon enough he'll be getting out of the house entirely, the house and all it's godfucking stairs.
Anyone who meets him while he's out and about-he's a dangerous guy on something of a hair-trigger, with a Darth Maul outfit and mask that seems to move far too much like a real face.
He'll return to the house the next morning, coming in out of the fog bloody and so disoriented that he'll lean his head against the front door briefly, trying to remember why it's a terrible, terrible idea to open it. ...It'll come back to him soon enough.
[OOC: Forward-dated, and will also encompass parts of Halloween itself, after the tent shows up in the plaza. Specifying when you come across him would be great, and anyone is welcome to while he's out! The parts at home are closed to people who would be inside the Straw Hat house at the time, however. ...A-also sorry for being slow on tags elsewhere, Halloween is crazy. *___* I'll get to them but I had to get this up before it was too late. orz]
Yeah, this damn experiment can be over and stop fucking with everyone now, thanks. -_-
So Zoro is pretty tired of it even before he opens his door in the morning and finds himself squinting down a dark stairwell that definitely, definitely shouldn't be there.]
What the...?
[It creeps in slowly, but deep under the skin. The twisting sensation of something is wrong that goes beyond misplaced architecture as his eyes adjust to the dark and the stairs seem to get steeper-almost dizzyingly steep. They aren't really there, this house doesn't even have any goddamn stairs, he knows that perfectly well, but-a shuddering frisson of unease runs down his spine and makes his hand clench on the doorknob before he can even see what lies at the bottom of the steps.
Because there is something there. When he finally makes it out, every muscle in Zoro's body locks, jaw ticking and eyes wide-a small shape in white crumpled in a heap at the foot of the stairs; a small white arm outflung toward a white sword in accidental release. …..-What? No. No. Not this. They don't fucking get to use this-
Then the shape twitches, familiar dark hair gleaming as the head lolls on the ground sickeningly, bent the wrong way, fuck, fuck-and the roil of horror and nausea burst from Zoro in a strangled shout as he jerks back so hard he hits the ground, nearly cracks his head on his bedframe.
He'll be sitting there, stunned, if anyone comes to investigate, though he'll be getting out of that room in fairly short order.
But he can't get away from what he just saw-because it's following him. Not metaphorically, either-though that, too. Every time he opens a door, every time he's close enough to see someone else open one-there's the dark, gaping maw of stairs that shouldn't be there, leading down-and a broken, too-small shape-
...Needless to say he'll be going more than a little crazy over the course of the day, winding tighter and tighter, and soon enough he'll be getting out of the house entirely, the house and all it's godfucking stairs.
Anyone who meets him while he's out and about-he's a dangerous guy on something of a hair-trigger, with a Darth Maul outfit and mask that seems to move far too much like a real face.
He'll return to the house the next morning, coming in out of the fog bloody and so disoriented that he'll lean his head against the front door briefly, trying to remember why it's a terrible, terrible idea to open it. ...It'll come back to him soon enough.
[OOC: Forward-dated, and will also encompass parts of Halloween itself, after the tent shows up in the plaza. Specifying when you come across him would be great, and anyone is welcome to while he's out! The parts at home are closed to people who would be inside the Straw Hat house at the time, however. ...A-also sorry for being slow on tags elsewhere, Halloween is crazy. *___* I'll get to them but I had to get this up before it was too late. orz]