WHO: Bros. Broskis. Brodudes. Brodinskis. Brorades. Mattie and Al~ WHEN: Thursday night, Apr 29th WHERE: Alfred and Matthew's apartment WHAT: Full immersion is just what you think it is.
His head pounded and the shaking wasn't helping. Alfred's hand pressed against his forehead as his eyes blinked open, staring up at the hazy figure of... "Mattie? What-... What's going on?"
Carefully, limbs feeling like they weighed a tonne each, Alfred pulled himself away from his brother, still groaning and rubbing his temples, trying to clear his head. As the world settled and he felt less like throwing up, the American took stock of where they were. Big ol' creepy palace. Perfect.
"Why are we here again? Was this some dare...? I don't remember passing out or... How we even got here." He stood up, looking down at his brother. "Dude... Everything's-... I can't remember anything."
He tensed, hairs standing up on the back of his neck as he looked around, unable to keep the feeling of something watching out of his head. "Fuck- of course some creepy castle... Mattie, this is your fault."
"Alfred just shut up- for one ever-living second," Matthew took a deep, steadying breath and finally pushing himself up off of the floor, looking himself over and quietly brushing himself off. There was still a light aching in his head, something around them not quite right and something very... different. He shifted closer to Alfred and reached for his arm, holding it lightly. "I don't... I don't remember anything either. Before... wherever this is even."
The slightly older brother tightened his grip slightly and looked around once more before starting to pull Alfred out of the center of the room, trying to shove down the nerves churning his stomach and the want to curl up in a ball and not move. "Just- come on. We shouldn't... we shouldn't stay here-" he said quietly.
Just where they should go he wasn't entirely sure. There were doors, multiple doors, and stairs that lead both up... And a set that seemed to be almost demolished that lead down to... Somewhere he didn't even want to get near. "What... What do you know? I know... you
( ... )
The presence of something else. Something that was watching them. The gaze along the back of his neck. The feeling of something otherworldly pressing in. He'd only felt this kind of danger once before and that was a dark theatre with only a British man to comfort him. His chest throbs and he reaches up to touch the non-existent remains of the bullet. A chill courses through him and before he can think-
His hand his around Matthew's arm and he's dragging him to the closest door, pulling him inside and just barely closing it so he can look outside still. "Stay quiet." He breathed, still peeking outside, hand still tight and breathing almost completely stopped. "I think I see something."
Matthew's heart was pulsing in his ears, too loud, he tried to control his breathing but as Alfred whispered something was there- All he could do was try not to completely panic. He clutched his brother's arm back, need to know greater than his need to hide as he tried to wedge over his brother's head and look out the door. "W-Whe-" he cut off, a twitching walk in the dark part of the room they had just been in and making his heart drop.
This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
They were going to die- he could already feel it- his mind- it wasn't all there-
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His head pounded and the shaking wasn't helping. Alfred's hand pressed against his forehead as his eyes blinked open, staring up at the hazy figure of... "Mattie? What-... What's going on?"
Carefully, limbs feeling like they weighed a tonne each, Alfred pulled himself away from his brother, still groaning and rubbing his temples, trying to clear his head. As the world settled and he felt less like throwing up, the American took stock of where they were. Big ol' creepy palace. Perfect.
"Why are we here again? Was this some dare...? I don't remember passing out or... How we even got here." He stood up, looking down at his brother. "Dude... Everything's-... I can't remember anything."
He tensed, hairs standing up on the back of his neck as he looked around, unable to keep the feeling of something watching out of his head. "Fuck- of course some creepy castle... Mattie, this is your fault."
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The slightly older brother tightened his grip slightly and looked around once more before starting to pull Alfred out of the center of the room, trying to shove down the nerves churning his stomach and the want to curl up in a ball and not move. "Just- come on. We shouldn't... we shouldn't stay here-" he said quietly.
Just where they should go he wasn't entirely sure. There were doors, multiple doors, and stairs that lead both up... And a set that seemed to be almost demolished that lead down to... Somewhere he didn't even want to get near. "What... What do you know? I know... you ( ... )
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The presence of something else. Something that was watching them. The gaze along the back of his neck. The feeling of something otherworldly pressing in. He'd only felt this kind of danger once before and that was a dark theatre with only a British man to comfort him. His chest throbs and he reaches up to touch the non-existent remains of the bullet. A chill courses through him and before he can think-
His hand his around Matthew's arm and he's dragging him to the closest door, pulling him inside and just barely closing it so he can look outside still. "Stay quiet." He breathed, still peeking outside, hand still tight and breathing almost completely stopped. "I think I see something."
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This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
They were going to die- he could already feel it- his mind- it wasn't all there-
"O-Oh my god-"
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