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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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."

"This doesn't seem frightening," Willy said. "Odd, certainly, but not like any of the rooms before..."

He didn't trust this place, not a bit. He had been to many places which changed and shifted while a person was there, but nothing like this.

"No, it doesn't really fit, does it?" Fin agreed with a frown, draping the scarf around his neck and then glancing down at the open notebook, noting the date scribbled at the top of the page.

"Oh," he said quietly. Tensing as someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"We should go," he said quietly, looking around the room for another way out.

There didn't appear to be another way out. There was a window but outside it was a rock wall only inches away. Certainly not enough room to escape.

"Who is it knocking, Fin?" he asked, reaching for his sword.

"Rick Tullin. He- He was my friend. ...Until he found out why my dad left my mum," Fin said, stopping Willy from drawing his sword. "He accused me of being gay as well and- Well, he'd always been a bit of a thug anyway. I wasn't terribly shocked when he decided to beat the shit out of me," he added softly.

"We just wont open the door. This isn't real, it can't be, maybe... Maybe it'll go away.

The pounding only grew louder and a rough voice began to tauntingly call Fin's name.

"I do not think ignoring it will be an option," Willy said. "I do not fear this Rick Tullin. Let him in and I shall protect you. No one will ever harm you while I draw breath."

"You're also not stabbing a fourteen year old. Real or not," Fin replied, hesitating a beat longer, then pulling open the door to face his fear head on.

Except it wasn't Rick Tullin on the other side. Not at all.

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