There are D00rs Unopened...

[timisnotme]

Who: The Masked Man (timisnotme ),  J (41810 ) and Delta (thinkin_man )
Where: J's room in the Basement
When: September 12th, nighttime!
Rating: PGish
Summary: Masky has been instructed to bring J and Alex to the forest for nefarious purposes. And a curious Delta tags along for the ride.
The Story:

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[41810]

Guess who just jumped out of his freaking skin.

As per usual, J's sitting in front of a computer, the screens on the wall keeping an eye on all the transmissions of the mansion while he, disinterested, plays around with some video he's shot in the meantime. He's in his jammies, staring at the screen, and suddenly there goes his door.

Leaping up, J dives for the next room - his bedroom, curiously enough, after having changed things around after the last attack -, terrified, a hoarse cry leaving him.

[thinkin_man]

Delta follows the masked man from the woods. He continues tailing him until he stops at J's front door. The Alpha certainly sees Tim's leg raise to kick the door down. He lunges forward to react, but the door goes smashing to the ground before he can get to him.

Delta tries grabbing Tim's upper arm to prevent him from getting through. This isn't Tim. This isn't even Markus. The kid is like a zombie, and Delta will not allow him to hurt anyone.

[timisnotme]

A low growl escapes his throat as Delta holds him back. He twists away, trying to break Delta's grip on his arm while aiming a punch at his chest. No one is going to keep him from his quarry.

The wall comms around them spark to life with harsh static as Masky struggles to get to J before he escapes.

[41810]

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god" is all J can spit out as the monitors lacing the hall to his room, the walls of it and the walls in the room he's just run from explode with noise and fluttering pieces of static. He can't understand what's happening, what's taking the masked man so long, but he knows something else is out there. Something is stopping him.

And God, he doesn't want to know what it is.

He slams the door shut and leans against it, starting to pile shit against it - but there isn't much, and he's left with a weak pile of clothing against the door and as many books as his tiny bookshelf can carry (not much). The closet is in the other room, where he usually sleeps anyways, and he wonders if he can snap it back to this room.

Pausing, terrified, J listens, trying to hear anything going on in the other room.