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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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.

THe creatures all slid under the water and Willy turned in shock to see Fin there.

"What did you do?" he said, almost accusing. And then he stepped closer and even over the scent of the fetid water he could smell something different. Fin was different. Willy's nostrils flared as he breathed him in. "What did you do?!"

"I... I just- It said it could give me what I wanted. I thought- I thought if I could see, I could help," Fin replied, sounding slightly breathless, then doubling over in pain as his organs gave out and what little muscle he had wasted away.

His already frail form seemed to become even slighter, and his skin went nearly ghost white as his body shifted and changed. No longer living in any sort of traditional sense.

His vision was restored, but some of the scarring remained, and his green eyes seemed paler now. Unearthly even.

"Will..."

"Oh, my evermore, what have you done?" Willy exhaled in a tone of wonder. He looked Fin over, up and down. It was dread curiosity that had him move closer and take FIn's deathly cold hand.

"Your life is gone. Your life as you knew it. Your filigree heart...does it even beat?" he asked and put his hand upon Fin's chest.

There was no pulse, no warmth- Nothing. Fin's skin was pale white, and his hands shook slightly as the cold seemed to blow through him.

The pain faded, and a calm washed over him.

"No- No, I don't think it does. How odd- How can I be alive without a heart beat?"

"There are many creatures who walk the world neither alive nor dead. Undead. Forever living. This is a high price to pay for your sight, Fin," Willy said sadly. "And I fear there will be no answers in that book..."

"I feel fine though. I feel alright," Fin insisted. "Cold, maybe... A bit- Well, a bit... A little weak," he admitted.

"I can see you though. ...Will, I- I can see you. I can see everything, clear as day."

For that, Willy could only smile. He reached to touch Fin's chilled cheek and he nodded.

"I see the light in your eyes," he replied. "But we should go. This was a trap, I should have trusted your mortal instincts. We will go back into the darkness and find a door, yes?"

Fin nodded, then looked at the water again.

"What if those things attack again?" he asked quietly.

"I believe the magic that changed you has put them to rest. We will return in the boat and my earlier warning remains true- Do not disturb the water," Willy said and he climbed into the boat.

Fin nodded, climbing into the boat and wrapping his arms around himself as he shivered again.

"I'm so cold," he said quietly. "It's freezing in here- Aren't you cold, Will?"

"No, Finlay...but I'm not dead," he replied softly. "We should try to find someone who knows something about undead mortals. Someone who could tell you what you have become."

"I'm not dead, stop saying that word," Fin said quietly, shivering again. "I wish I had a coat."

Willy paddled swiftly to the opposite shore. Once there, boat left behind, he stripped off the thick motorcycle coat he wore as armour and offered the heavy garment to Fin. It was still warm with his own heat and smelled distinctly of the fae.

"Here," he said. "Be warm."

"Thank you," Fin said softly, getting lost in the coat as he wrapped it tightly around himself.

He was silent for a long moment, then reached for Willy's hand.

Safe on the dark shore Willy took the time to indulge in a bit of affection. He held Fin's hand and then brought them to his lips, kissing the icy digits slowly.

"You need mittens," he teased.

Fin smiled at the show of affection and relaxed slowly.

"You're good to me, Will. You're always good to me," he sighed.

"How could I be otherwise? I love you, Fin," Willy said. Something struck fear into his heart then and he pressed his warm lips to Fin's cold fingers once again. "You...do still love me, do you not?"

Fin opened his mouth to answer, and then stopped. He'd always said he loved Will, but did he mean it? Did he even know what love really was? ...It was an odd and intrusive thought, and Fin frowned briefly as he shook it off.

"You mean the world to me, Will. I can't imagine life without you," he said softly, pushing up onto his toes to press a kiss to the fae's cheek with soft but icy lips.

"I cannot imagine life without you either," Willy replied quietly, unsettled by the pause and by the phrasing. He feared what he might become if this change had changed their love. Would he wither as well?

Fin's love hadn't changed though- Everything just felt slightly muted at the moment, and his mind seemed to be processing things slightly differently. Fin had always been a bit of a romantic soul, but now his thoughts seemed ever so slightly slowed, forcing him to analyses things in a way he'd never bothered to before. It wasn't that he'd become dimmer or dense, but instead slightly less impulsive. It was an odd change, one that would no doubt take time to adjust to.

Up ahead the cave became a hallway lined with doors, each one numbered like a hotel. They were all fairly nondescript- Except one.

One door stood without numbers. Instead it was covered in stickers and a hanging white board that read FIN'S ROOM KEEP OUT.

"That's impossible," Fin said softly, letting go of Willy's hand and stepping closer.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at the door. "Your room?"

Fin opened the door a crack, then all the way.

"It is," he nodded. "It's my room from when I was a kid. ...Well, a teenager. Before I left home."

The room was tiny, with just enough room for a bed and a dresser. The walls were painted a pale blue, covered in posters of footballers and bands. The bed was unmade, but was covered in books full of Fin's early writings, and an oversized Man City scarf.

"This is so odd," he said, picking up the scarf and holding it tightly. "It's exactly as I remember it."

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