Night 52: Game Room
[randomly teleporting from here]
There was a weird whistling noise, and Matt felt like he was being yanked and pulled and tugged in all sorts of directions; the field around them faded to black, and he panicked for a moment, remembering the night before and the slugs and the biting and the blood and the fear, the suffocating darkness surrounding them and pulling them in tighter, closer-
And then everything beyond his closed eyelids brightened, just a little. Hesitantly, Matt opened them, blinking a few times before his eyes managed to readjust to the usual not-quite-blinding dark of the facility. They were in... some room, inside the building; that much was obvious enough. Looking around, he squinted at the room, trying to place it. There were tables, chairs... easily recognized board games... and a Game Boy?
"Wow. Mello." Matt sat back, pulling away from the blond, who he had just realized was still right in front of him; his hand, though, stuck to his friend's arm, making a sickening squelch as he pulled away. The blood had dried, was all. Matt took a deep breath. He blinked down at his sticky palm, a creepy maroon now, outlining all the creases in black. "Th-The ring. It worked." This was mind-blowing - and some crazy Halo shit. At least they weren't covered in some unknown brown substance? That had to be a plus.
And oh yeah - they weren't being threatened with the flat side of a broadsword by some super-quick, super-strong maniac who had a creepy shark smile. See, even Matt was capable of seeing the bright side every once in a while.