londoncallingrpg | Haunted House GP

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Haunted House GP

The house doesn't exist, that's the first thing anyone who might find themselves inside it would want to know. Now, you might ask how one could find themselves inside something that doesn't exist, but you'd honestly be better off asking yourself how you could leave something that doesn't exist. After all, ideas and concepts can't be burnt or broken, and you can't breakdown a door that's not there- Or was there and then decided to be somewhere else for a while...

You wake in a house though, a house that doesn't exist. A house that defies the laws of reality. There are corridors that go on for days, rooms full of nightmares, and millions of doors that lead you anywhere but out. Trapped inside with you are dozens of other people, all searching for an exit, or an explanation.

Behind every door you'll find your darkest fears, maybe even memories you've tried to forget, or secrets you never wanted to share...

(OTA! Here is your first of two Halloween gps! This one is, of course, set in the haunted house where your pup can run into anything you can dream up! Deadly traps! Spooky monsters! An existential crises! Top level your pups waking up or running into danger, and then go ahead and tag other players! Since this is all magic-y and spooky don't worry too much about time lines and who bumped into who first. Only rule is that your pup can't escape until November 1st! Have fun! Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.)

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Flinching at the loud bang, Fin clung tightly to Willy's arm.

"I very much don't like this, Will," he said quietly. "If this is a trick or a joke I'd like it to end now. It's not funny."

"No, it is not funny," he replied, holding Fin close. "Come, we shall leave. The door was this way..."

He began to walk in the darkness, leading Fin, but they never seemed to reach any doorway.

Dread was creeping over him, and Fin began to shiver as he followed after Willy.

"It's so quiet- I don't like that it's so quiet, Will. Where are we? Why is it taking so long to leave?"

"Finlay, I truly do not know," he replied quietly. "It is as if we are in the very heart of the Earth where there is no light or sound."

But then, up ahead, a faint green glow. Willy was wary.

"There is light...shall we investigate?"

"It doesn't sound as if we have a choice," Fin replied softly. "I do hope you have your sword at least."

"On my back, yes," he said, then thinking on it for a moment he reached back and drew it. It slipped out of the scabbard with a hiss. He held it at the ready, holding Fin's hand in the other.

"This way, then," he said and struck out toward the light. It grew brighter and brighter until they were at the edge of a lake, a glowing stone on an island in the middle and a rickety looking boat on the edge of the shore. And Willy had been right, they were in a cave, deep in the earth. The glow illuminated the walls and the domed ceiling.

The light was blinding at first, and that... That was wonderful.

Fin's eyes adjusted, and he gasped as one of them offered him a blurred view of water and a boat.

"Oh my god, Will. ...We're underground!" he said, excited purely because he could see it with his own eyes.

...Well, eye.

Willy couldn't help but turn a smile to Fin and squeeze his hand.

"The surgery was a success," he said happily. "Come, now. I think if we go to the island we may find directions for a way out. But do not disturb the water with hands or feet. Be very careful...do not touch the water."

"Why not?" Fin asked, still holding Willy's hand since the return of his vision had him just a bit off balance.

"Nothing good ever lives in dark water," Willy said. He let go of Fin's hand and raised his own, a ball of bright blue light forming in his palm. It penetrated the water and beneath the surface lay tangled limbs and torsos, a face here and there with closed eyes.

"We must be quick," he said.

Fin gasped, nearly falling as he took a step back and away from the water's edge.

"Wouldn't it be quicker if we took the boat?" he asked.

"Yes, and I would wager the boat has an enchantment that will not wake these creatures," Willy replied. "Hop in and I shall get us to the island."

Fin climbed in gingerly, sitting down and shivering as cold air brushed over his skin.

"Are you sure that's the way out?" he asked.

"It must be. Or have directions telling us the way out," Willy replied with more certainty than he felt. Surely there had to be a reason for the light in the darkness, and something important to be guarded by the terrible creatures in the water.

Fin seemed less sure though, and as the novelty of sight started to wear off, he seemed to grow more uneasy.

"It feels a bit like a trap. ...We don't know how we got here, or who brought us here- We've no reason to trust anything."

"The choice is go to the light or wander in darkness, Fin. It seems a clear choice," the fae replied, paddling the boat straight to the island.

"If I were the one telling this story, I know which I would make the right choice," Fin countered, looking back towards the darkness as he spoke.

"You would wander in darkness rather than look to the light?" Willy asked. He'd stopped rowing halfway to the island and paused to give it real thought.

"...There is no door on the island...but perhaps a clue. We should push on."

Looking toward the island, the young actor chewed his bottom lip nervously, then glanced at Willy.

"Alright," Fin agreed, shivering again and wrapping his arms around himself. "I trust you, Will."

Willy wasn't sure he trusted himself, to be quite honest, but being inclined as he was he would always choose light over darkness.

The boat whispered through the silent, black water and thumped against the rocky shore of the island. THe light was bright and welcoming there. On a stone pedestal sat a book, waiting to be read.

Willy knew then this was a trap.

They hit land, and Fin carefully climbed out of the boat, frowning as he reached for the strange book that sat waiting.

"Is it possible we're on the other side?" he asked. "In your world, I mean."

It was possible. It was possible too that they were somewhere else entirely. The lands beyond the veil of mortality were many.

Willy was about to answer when Fin touched the book and the calm water began to ripple and the creatures that had lain beneath the placid surface began to rise.

Willy drew his sword.

"Stay by the light," he said.

Fin tensed at the sight of Willy's sword, then gasped as something reached out of the water and grabbed his foot.

It was enough to knock him off balance, and he landed hard on his backside as he tried to kick the creature away.

With one smooth stroke Willy lopped the arm off, then immediately turned to behead another coming out of the water. He was a flurry of motion, keeping the creatures off of himself and Fin, but only barely.

The things were horrifying, like men but melting, their flesh hanging in loose ripples from their bones. Their eyes were black and empty and their mouths gaped open with needle teeth. Clawed fingers grasped for the fae and his love and Willy was a sight to behold as he fought them off.

Fin, for his part, simply tried to stay out of the way, his pulse fluttering rapidly as he backed away from the water. Willy seemed to fight them off with such ease, and Fin watched, transfixed, as he stepped back again.

The book behind him glowed, and though his vision was poor when he leaned in closer he could make out what it said. ...A promise of getting anything the heart wanted, for a very small price.

Behind him he could hear Willy still fighting, and though he knew better than to trust magic he couldn't help it- Right now having both eyes would make him less of a hindrance. He could help, if he could just see clearly.

There was no time to ask Will if it was the right thing to do, or for the fae to read the fine print to him. So fin simply pressed his palm against the page, offering the book what it wanted in exchange for his sight.

Bright light filled the room, chasing the creatures back into the water as it restored Fin's sight and drained the life from the young writer- Only to replace it with something else. Something eternal and ageless, but unsettling.

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