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Halloween in CeeWorld
I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to post this.
These drabbles were in Cee’s drafts, so... if I wasn’t supposed to post this, blame it on Y/N.
Enjoy. Or not. It doesn’t really matter to me.
the little ghost (ceo!yoongiverse)
“alright, let’s get this quarantine hwalloween party started!” you clap your hands together as you step into the living room before rubbing them together excitedly, “is everyone excited??”
“as excited as i’ll ever be,” jungkook huffs as he leans back against the sofa chair, “i can’t believe we’re celebrating halloween indoors like a bunch of losers-”
“you’re very much welcome to leave-” yoongi butts in, “and then stay isolated in your own apartment for two weeks after you’re done partying as part of the safety protocol-”
“quick question- why does jungkook get to be the one with the goggles?” jimin gets up from the couch before putting his hands on his hips, “i look way hotter in them-”
you frown lightly before rolling your eyes, “does it matter who gets the goggles-”
“yeah! the goggles ties the entire costume together-”
you and yoongi exchange knowing glances when jungkook and jimin start to bicker over who should get the goggles and you know that if you don’t cut it off right now that they’ll continue to argue until the end of time
“where’s my little ghost?” you interrupt loudly, cupping both hands around your mouth as a makeshift megaphone, “oh, spooky little ghost...”
a moment of silence ticks by and suddenly-
the sound of rapidly approaching little footsteps echoes down the hallway and you grin excitedly, dropping down onto your knees before reaching up to adjust the inflatable proton-pack you have on your back
pap-pap-pap-pap
hwayoung bursts out into the living room wearing a plain white sheet with two holes cut out for her eyes and you feel your heart basically bust out of your chest
you already saw her in her costume earlier when you were getting her ready but
god
it gets you every single time!
you were debating on cutting two holes for her pigtails but then you’d figure she’d look less spooky that way
anD you were going to cut two holes for her arms but that would completely ruin the look of the costume as well
everyone knows ghosts don’t have arms or ponytails
“ᶦ ᵍᵒʰˢᵗ, ᵐᵃᵐᵃᵎ” hwayoung practically ramS her little body directly into you and you laugh lightly when she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet
she leans forward to boop her nose against yours through the sheet, “ᶦ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ!”
“oh my god-” yoongi snorts, bringing his hand up over his mouth when hwayoung blinks up at him through the sheets, “that’s… that’s hilarious.”
holy shit
that’s so cute
“i have to admit, i thought a blanket ghost was a lazy costume idea, but-” jungkook nudges you aside before looking down at hwayoung with a grin, “look how cute she looks!”
“i know!” you clap your hands before letting out a sigh, “it was actually pretty hard cutting out the eyeholes into two perfect circles.”
“aw, now i’m sad that we don’t get to go trick or treating! we would look so good walking out on the streets-” jimin groans, reaching down to pat the top of hwa’s head, “the ghostbusters with this little itty bitty super scary ghost-”
“ᵇᵒᵒᵎ” hwayoung sticks her arms out from under the sheets and you let out an exaggerated gasp as if she actually scared you
(you don’t miss the way jungkook jumps but you choose not to point it out)
“okay, now what do you say?” you get up off the ground, everyone immediately going off to their designated candy stations at your signal
yoongi’s in the kitchen, jungkook’s in the laundry room, jimin’s in hwa’s bedroom, and you’re the lucky one who gets to accompany your daughter on her candy-collecting journey
“do we know if hwa’s allergic to peanuts yet?” jungkook pokes his head around the corner before holding the bag of mixed candies up, “i think i should eat all the reese’s peanut butter cups just to be safe-”
“ᵗᶦᶜᵏ ᵒʰ ᵗᵉᵃᵗᵎ”
“nuh-uh-” yoongi opens the kitchen door, “what do we really say?”
hwayoung pauses and you frown lightly as you think about his question as well
what does he mean what do you really say?
you really say trick or treat when you go trick-or-treating
what else are you supposed to say??
!!
hwayoung suddenly perks up and reaches up to wrap her hand around your pointer finger to get your attention
you look down at her, “yes?”
“ᵗᶦᶜᵏ ᵒʰ ᵗᵉᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᵃˢᵉᵎ”
“trick or treat, pleas-” you turn around to send yoongi a playful glare, “yoongi, no one says please when they go trick or treating-!”
“we’re not raising an animal, y/n-!”
hello, playboy (secretary!yoongiverse)
yoongi doesn’t really understand why halloween is such a big deal
he’s pretty sure it’s just an excuse for people to go out half-naked anD for people to get completely wasted without being judged
sure, he supposes it can be fun for people to dress up and stuff, but at the end of the day, think about it!
you’re wasting money on a costume that you’re literally only going to be wearing ONCE a year and then you’re probably never going to wear it again because you can’t wear the same costume twice in row because everyone knows that’s lame
he’s, personally, never had to worry about costumes before because he literally?? doesn’t dress up or do anything for halloween
but things have changed now that you’re the boss
and one of those things is celebrating halloween with a fun costume party
admittedly, he enjoys company parties because he gets to drink free booze and eat free food all night (last year they served these mini buffalo chicken sliders at the christmas party and he still dreams about them from time to time)
and yeah, it’s nice getting to mingle with his colleagues and not having to worry about any office work
but costume parties are so lame!
he knows you’re only throwing it because you’re trying to prove to people that you’re a fun boss, but if anything, this costume party will make people think you’re trying too hard to be a fun boss, ultimately making you the lamest boss ever
...no offence, obviously
he tried to explain that to you because he,,. really doesn’t wanna see you get hurt again but if there’s one thing that he’s learnt about you, it’s that you’re very stubborn
anyways
he’s waiting for you because you’re changing into your costume in your office and then the two of you are going to head up to the rooftop together
“yoongi, i need you to-” yoongi looks over when you open your office door slightly before sticking your head out, “is that your costume?”
yoongi reaches up to brush his fingers over the flimsy devil’s horns he clipped into his hair before nodding, “yeah. i’m a demon. duh.”
“that’s… yeah, those are devil horns, alright,” you snort, “you didn’t even- c’mon, you’re still wearing your clothes from work-”
“then i’m a secretary from hell.” yoongi lowers his voice before wiggling his fingers spookily, “what did you need me to do?”
“i can’t zip my dress up. do you mind…?” you ask sheepishly and yoongi nods and turns to shut off his monitor seeing as you guys are almost ready to go
“sure thing. also, just a reminder that the party started, like, ten minutes ag- woah.” yoongi turns back around and feels his mouth go dry when he sees the costume you’re in
hello, playboy
he didn’t know that this was the costume you were going with
holy shit
the little black satin dress that you’ve got on is hugging your figure in a way that he’s,.., never seen before,..,
and you usually wear heels to work but these stilettos are making your legs look,.,. wow
black stockings usually aren’t the first thing he thinks of when he thinks sexy but you are most definitely changing his mind about that
“eh, it’s fine.” you sigh before spinning around and moving your hair to one side, “i don’t think anyone cares if i’m even at the party or not, anyway.”
yoongi swallows thickly when he notices the little cotton tail that’s glued onto the back of the dress
nice touch
very nice touch
his brain is telling him to move but he finds that he’s frozen to the spot as his eyes slowly trail up your bare back
you turn your head to glance at yoongi over your shoulder, “yoongi?”
he’s always thought that you were pretty, so that’s not something that’s suddenly being revealed to him or anything
and he’s always thought that you were cute (especially when you make a fool out of yourself trying to get his attention)
but this?
you look… sexy.
really, really sexy.
“yes! sorry, i just- that’s-” he clears his throat and shakes himself out of it, “that’s not true…” he steps forward before gently taking the zipper, “i would care if you weren’t there.”
the zipper glides smoothly against the silky satin as he pulls upwards, yoongi making sure not to snag any loose strands of hair or anything along the way
jesus christ
and you smell good, too
“okay, you’re good.” yoongi steps back and folds both his hands in front of him, “zipper’s, uh, good to go.”
“thanks- also, you’re only saying that because you have to.” you turn around before rolling your eyes playfully
“saying what?”
“that you’d care if i wasn’t at the party.” you repeat, reaching up to adjust the little collar you’re wearing around your neck, “i know everyone hates me, yoongi. you don’t have to sugarcoat it.”
“i’m not sugarcoating it!” yoongi scoffs, watching you struggle with the buttons in your cuffs for a moment before automatically reaching out to help you, “…and who cares what they think, anyway? at the end of the day, you’re the boss.” he nods firmly, looking up at you, “now lemme hear you say it.”
you chuckle nervously before looking away, “i’m not gonna-”
“come on...” your heart skips a beat when yoongi hooks a finger under your chin to turn your head back to face him, “just once? for me?”
god
he really knows how to pull your strings, doesn’t he?
you let out a sigh
“i’m the boss.” you mumble sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck
you’re the boss
you’re the boss
...you’re the boss.
you have the power to fire all of these people. (not that you’re going to, but... you know)
so why are you so scared of them??
your brows knit together and you stand up a little straighter, “yeah… i am the boss…!”
“that’s right!” yoongi chirps, nudging you aside so he can quickly turn your office lights off and shut the door for you, “now, we’re going to go up to the party and we’re going to have a good time and you’re not going to sit there worrying about what other people think about you-”
“yeah! i’m not!” you grin, reaching up to fix the bunny ears sitting on your head
yoongi smiles before holding his arm out for you, “c’mon, bunny. let’s go show everyone who’s boss.”
sweeter than frosting (lveb!jooniverse)
“i’m back!”
you look up from your mixing bowl when you hear the front door slam shut
yoongi glances over his shoulder before looking back at you, “are we really going to spend the entire day baking?”
you nod before shrugging as if telling him that it is what it is
you usually get a lot of orders whenever it’s a holiday, and halloween is no different because,.,. duh
halloween parties all over the city!
the thing is, you didn’t think that you’d get a lot of orders this year because of social distancing and all of that, but you were sorely mistaken
you have forty-five orders today and you’re pretty sure you’ve bitten off way more than you can chew
your average is like fifteen orders a day
obviously you’re super grateful for the business because money is good and nice and helps to pay for bills or whatever but
woW
these are a lot of orders!!!!!
and you have to do everything by yourself!!
yoongi’s actually supposed to be helping you, but his version of helping you is sitting on his ass and occasionally handing you a tool every now and then
at one point you asked him to hand you a piping bag and he handed you a spoon which??? how?? did he even???
how did he mix up piping bag and spOON
he also eats whatever leftover bits you shave off the top of a cake or whatever frosting is unused
so, all in all... not very helpful.
it’s nice to have company, though!
yoongi even suggested to put on a spooky movie to keep the two of you somewhat in the holiday spirits while you work your butt off
he insisted that you guys watch something really scary and super bloody so he’s.,,. not entirely sure how you ended up convincing him to watch wallace and gromit: the curse of the were-rabbit
“how’s it going in here?” namjoon steps into the kitchen and almost instantly the corners of your mouth turn up in a bright smile
he offered to be one of your delivery boys today to help out and you would’ve jumped his bones right then and there if it weren’t for the presence of yoongi and hoseok in the living room
he’s just!!!!
he gets more and more perfect every single day :’)
“going okay...” you gesture to the multiple mixing bowls around the kitchen, “halfway done!”
“mm, would you look at that.” yoongi mutters to himself as he keeps his eyes glued on the laptop screen, “that is indeed a were-rabbit...”
“are you- are eating the frosting or are you helping y/n frost the cupcakes?” namjoon pauses to look at the bowl that yoongi has cradling to his chest, yoongi humming as he sucks off the remainder of the frosting off his spoon
“eating!” “helping.”
both you and yoongi speak up at the same time and you two look at each other before exchanging knowing glances
“eating.” “…yeah. eating.”
yoongi leans over to pause the movie before turning in his stool to look at namjoon
“waht are you thuppothed ta be?” yoongi asks, the spoon hanging from his mouth carelessly as he turns to look at namjoon
namjoon perks up when he realizes that he must be referring to his super fun halloween costume
he reaches up to brush his fingers over the little beansprout clip he has in his hair with a grin, “a sprout!”
he was trying to think of a creative plant-based costume but there weren’t a lot of options for grown adult men like himself
there was a broccoli costume that he could’ve pretended was a tree, but… it’s very clearly broccoli
so this was the next best thing!
and it was pretty cheap too, so that’s a bonus
“i think it’s cute.” you giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to namjoon’s cheek, “very cute!”
“mm, i think you’re cute-” namjoon grins cheekily, slinking an arm around your waist and pulling you in closer so that you can give him a proper kiss
“-!”
yoongi immediately groans and looks up towards the ceiling, “god, you guys are sick-”
“uh, says the one eating frosting by the spoonful-“ namjoon pulls away for a split second and laughs lightly when you turn his head to get him to kiss you again
heh
:-)
wa-hoo! [roommate!taehyungiverse]
“alright, people, let’s get this show on the roa- oh, jesus-!” namjoon immediately spins around as soon as he barGEs into the apartment, his face going bright red
uh
he just got a very good look at taehyung’s bare ass which was the last thing he was excepting when he walked in here
well
maybe not the last thing he was expecting
“what the fu- ever heard of ringing the bell?!” taehyung rolls off of you before pulling his overalls up so that namjoon doesn’t see both his ass and his dick in the span of three seconds, “this isn’t even your friggin’ apartment anymor-” he turns to look at you, “hey, why does namjoon still have a key, anyway?”
you get up off the couch before pulling your skirt down a little, “in case we both lose ours! he’s also my emergency contact number.”
“okay, but- wait, why aren’t i your emergency contact number?” taehyung frowns, placing both hands on his hips
…
“okay, we don’t have time to do couple’s counselling- are you two ready to go or not?” namjoon turns his head a little to make sure that everyone’s clothed and no body parts are carelessly hanging out
phew
he’s in the clear
oh, jesus
what makes things worse is the fact that you guys are dressed up as mario and luigi
THEY’RE BROTHERS
AND BROTHERS DON’T DO WHAT YOU GUYS WERE JUST DOING
“yeah, yeah, we’re ready to go-” taehyung raises a brow as he sticks his green hat back on, “why are we even going barhopping anyway? it’s not going to be fun having to get our temperature checked every time we go into a building-“
“it’s halloween!” you hand him his mask (you guys stuck the moustaches onto the mask, which you think is a pretty clever way to deal with the whole mask wearing situation) “and now that conditions are slightly better, we have to take advantage!”
“c’mon, mario, get your heels on-” namjoon claps his hands to get your guys’ attention, ��i’m parked out front and i do not want my car getting towed-”
“okay, gimme a sec-” taehyung gives your bum a swat when you bend over to step into your heels and you let out a gasp as you shoot straight back up with pink cheeks, “taehyung!”
“what?” taehyung raises both his hands in defence, “i couldn’t not smack it-”
namjoon’s face twists in discomfort
he’s completely fine with the pda
what he’s bothered by are the costumes and the mental image of luigi smacking mario’s ass that’s now burned into his mind forever
he’s… going to stay away from super smash bros for a while.
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can i just say you looked really pretty in those outfits and just like cee said you pulled them off perfectly!
Wowowow that is so nice of you!!! Thank you so much 🥺🥺 they were really fun putting together haha ✨
also I have to thank @jungshookz for her super lovey characters!
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CHAPTER ONE: It begins.
it’s... cold.
why is it cold?
the first thing you hear is the sound of someone calling for you, but his voice is shaky and he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears
“y/n… please… please wake up…”
your eyelids feel heavy and you can’t seem to open your eyes no matter how hard you try
fingers prod at your back and you instinctively go to flick them away but you can’t seem to move
“please wake up… please wake up…”
what the hell is going on?
when you finally manage to peel your eyes open, you find yourself staring directly at a pair of tattered old sneakers that you recognise to be jungkook’s
you know they belong to him because the seams on the right shoe started to split last week and he’s been too lazy to order another pair for himself
okay
well
if there’s one thing you know for sure, it’s that you don’t know where you are
“don’t leave me alone… i can’t do this without you…”
all you know is that your body is aching and your ears are ringing and your head is pounding and you feel like you’ve just woken up from a one hundred year long nap
long story short
you are noT feeling very well
a pained groan slips past your lips as you slowly push yourself up off the ground before reaching up to press your palm flat against your forehead
jesus christ
your brain feels like it’s about to melt out of your ears
“what’s going on?” you croak, “where are we?”
you clear your throat before reaching up to wrap your fingers around it
it kind of feels like you swallowed sandpaper and then gargled saltwater right afterwards
you reach up to rub at your tender cheek seeing as it was squished down against this rough wooden floor for god knows how long
“what... what’s... what’s going on?” you ask dumbly before looking around the room
you’re not sure what time it is but it’s obviously nighttime because you can barely see anything
you look over to see soft moonlight peeping in through the cracks in the wooden planks that are nailed against the windows
the only source of viable light is jungkook’s flashlight and even that’s starting to die on him a little bit
“don’t be so loud-” jungkook hisses as he glances towards the closed door warily, “i-i’m not sure. i woke up ten minutes ago. do you remember anything at all?”
“i wish i could say i did.” you mutter before looking over at the door as well, “where’s everyone else?”
“no idea.”
“huh.”
it’s weird
you really can’t recall anything that happened prior to this moment
you dO know for a fact that the eight of you were together at some point… but now it’s just you and jungkook
“well… okay, lemme just-” you slowly get up onto your feet before stretching your limbs out
your joints pop and crack back into place as you twist and turn and shake the numbness away
okay yeah
you’re definitely have to go for some kind of a massage as soon as you find a way to get the hell out of whatever crackhouse this is
“i’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.” you wrap your arms tight around yourself before shivering
it’s a little drafty in here
“oh, really? there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why we woke up in what seems to be an abandoned old house?” jungkook hisses as he gets up off the ground as well, “i can’t remember anything. something isn’t right here!”
“at least we’re still alive...?” you mutter, checking your hands and arms to see if there are any scratches and bruises
nothing
which is a good sign, right?
“how are you being so calm about all of this, y/n?” jungkook frowns
you reach down to dust off the front of your jeans before shrugging, “someone has to be, because if we’re both panicky, we’re probably never going to get out of this place.”
“wha-”
“did you find any other tools besides that flashlight?” you ignore jungkook’s panic-infused comments as you make your way over to the large set of drawers at the other end of the bedroom
“no, because i’ve been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes. the flashlight was near me when i woke up.”
“maybe there are some batteries in here somewhere…” you yank the creaky drawer with a grunt
you’re met with disappointment when you see that all that’s in here is a folded piece of paper
“what does it say?” you jolt in surprise when jungkook suddenly speaks up directly behind you and you give him a gentle nudge with your elbow before picking the note up
don’t let the light die
“don’t let the light die…?” you frown lightly before peering over at the flashlight in jungkook’s hand
really??
you’re not supposed to let the light die and all you get to help you with that is a dusty old flashlight?
that’s the equivalent of bringing a water gun to a sword fight
“what do you think that means?” jungkook whispers and you shrug in response
“i don’t know. this seems like some kind of an elaborate prank or something. and whoever wrote this has the handwriting of a three year old toddler, so i wouldn’t worry too much about it,” you tuck the paper into your back pocket for safe-keeping before pushing past jungkook to explore the rest of the room, “how long do you think we have until your flashlight dies?”
“not sure…” jungkook shakes it before tapping it against his palm, “maybe, like, twenty minutes at best?”
“okay, well- oh, wait!” you spin around before letting out a scoff, “we’re so dumb - we can just use our phones-”
you pat your pockets down and-
…
…
where’s your phone?
you curse quietly when you don’t feel the familiar rectangular shape anywhere
whoever put you here took your phone too???
harsh
your snapchat streaks are all probably gone by now
you and jungkook had a 1385 day streak!
okay
you know what
it’s fine
you’ll just email snapchat later and beg them to restore the streak it’ll be fiNE
in the meantime, you should probably focus on getting out of this place instead of your snapchat streaks
“okay, let’s just-” you run a hand through your hair before looking around the room, “just help me look for something, anything we can use to defend ourselves in case we need to- i don’t know, fight someone?“
“oh, god. you think we’re going to have to fight our way out of here?” jungkook whines, his brows knitting together in concern
you whip around to glare at him, “you’re the stronger one out of the two of us, so you better be prepared to fight if we need to, you wuss-”
there’s a bunch of junk scattered around this bedroom so you’re sure you’ll be able to find something to use
you’re a little bit hesitant to get on top of this bed because you don’t know how old this house is and the sheets look pretty nasty
the mattress creaks underneath your knees as you crawl on top of it and your nose wrinkles at the musty, mildewy smell
gross
you flip over the questionably stained pillows one by one and perk up when you spot another folded note under one of them
“another one?” you mutter to yourself as you pick it up
don’t turn around
god
what is with all these cryptic messages, seriously?
you don’t have time to try to figure out what all of these mean!!
“y/n, check it out!” you turn to glance over your shoulder to see jungkook holding a baseball bat up triumphantly, “found it in the closet!”
“oh, sweet! good job, kook.” you hop off the mattress (thank god) before scurrying over to join him by the closet, “what else is in here?”
you nudge him to the side before dropping to your knees to dig through the mess of items on the ground
“nothing much…” jungkook hums, “clothes… shoes… you know, normal things that go in a normal closet-”
you pause upon noticing a tattered looking leather journal buried underneath all the clothes
“and there’s this.” you pull it out and dust the cover off before wiping your hand on the side of your leg
it crinkles as you open it up and you smooth your hand over the first page
the pages are wrinkled and yellowed and honestly you can barely read the words because most of the ink is faded
you flip through it slowly and reach up to adjust jungkook’s hand so that you can get more light on the book
“what’s that?”
“someone’s journal or diary or something, i guess?”
“...i feel like that can’t be a good sign.”
you flip through the pages faster and faster and you feel your heart starting to pound in your chest
these messages are… creepy
don’t turn
can’t hide
no door
trust him? trust them?
all smiles :-)
“damnit.” you mutter to yourself as you bring the book closer to you to trY and read the faded messages
on the last page (the rest of the book is blank) is a messy sketch of what appears to be a bunch of long panels formed into the shape of an octagon with a little red ‘x’ in the very centre of it
?
okay
so
here’s what you know
you woke up in a room in a house and you don’t know how you got here
the only source of light you have is a shitty old flashlight
the only kind of weapon you have is a shitty old baseball bat
this journal has a bunch of weird messages scrawled inside of it but you don’t know if the information in it is important or if the owner of the journal is just insane
and… yeah!
that’s about it
there’s really not much else to unpack here
and as much as you would like to stay here wondering what the hell is going on, you really don’t have the time for this and it would probably be more productive to actively try to get out of this place
and you feel like if you bring the book with you, something spooky might happen… so maybe you’ll just leave it be
at least that’s what all the scary movies you’ve ever watched have taught you
you never mess with the journals!
you toss the book aside before getting up onto your knees and dusting them off
“alright, c’mon-” you brush past kook and head towards the door with the baseball bat in your hand, “let’s go.”
jungkook’s lips part and he lets out a squawk before stumbling over to join you, “what- wha- what do you mean ‘let’s go’?”
you turn to look at him right as you’re about to reach for the doorknob before raising a brow, “i mean, let’s get out of this room so we can get out of this house-“
“no!” jungkook shakes his head frantically before backing up, “i-i think we should just stay in here until the morning. it’ll be safer that way and we’ll be able to find everyone else a lot easier.”
your shoulders drop and you resist the urge to roll your eyes
he wants to STAY here?
you’d very much like to LEAVE here so you can go back to the comfort of your own home
and you feel really gross!! you wanna take a shower!! rinse all this grime off!!
“jungkook, from the looks of it, it’s not going to be morning for a couple more hours, and you said yourself that the flashlight probably isn’t even going to last one hour.” you gesture to the flashlight in his hand - which flickers and dies for a brief second, proving your point - before placing a hand on your hip, “now, c’mon. i have a bat. you have your fists. we’ll be fine.”
“but- what about that note you read earlier? a-about not letting the light die and stuff? a-and all the messages in that book?”
“exactly! we can’t let the light die - someone had to have put it there for a reason, right?” you appeal to jungkook’s spooky little conspiracy in an attempt to get him to lift his feet up off the ground, “that means that we need to make use of our only source of light and get out of here as soon as possible, okay? we have each other. we’ll be fine, kook.”
jungkook chews anxiously at the inside of his cheek as he thinks to himself
a good ten seconds of silence ticks by and he still hasn’t responsed
oh for god’s sake
you let out an exasperated sigh, “look, if it makes you feel any better, i’ll lead the way! and we can hold hands or something.”
“i don’t-” jungkook reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, “i don’t need to hold your hand-“
“alright, fine, we won’t hold hands since you’re a big strong man who definitely isn’t scared shitless right now,” you shake your head and reach for the doorknob again, “can you please just get over here so that we can-”
BAM!
you immediately fall backwards in surprise when suddenly someone starts pounding at the door
you wince as your elbows hit the ground and sharp pain shooTs up your arms
oW
“are you okay??” jungkook helps you back up onto your feet and you nod quickly as you keep your eyes glued on the door
it’s being pounded on so hard that it’s practically vibrating
“HELP! HELP ME!”
you recognise the voice to be taehyung’s and you can’t help but feel a sense of relief even though relief should be the last emotion that this situation brings
“LET ME IN, PLEASE- PLEASE, I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE IN THERE, PLEASE LET ME IN-”
you go to open the door but jungkook suddenly grabs the back of your arm and yanks you backwards, “n-no!”
“wha-” you turn around to look at him with wide eyes, “what do you mean ‘no’?! are you insane??”
jungkook’s grip tightens around your arm and he looks over at the door warily, “y/n, don’t open it!”
“PLEASE- PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO DIE-”
“we have to open the door!” you hiss, “taehyung’s in trouble!”
“but- if you open that door, all three of us could die!” jungkook stammers, “that locked door is the only thing keeping us alive! we don’t know what’s out there, y/n!”
you jump as the doorknob starts to rattle violently
at this point, taehyung could probably break the door down and come in himself
you look down at jungkook’s hand around your arm and then back up towards the trembling door
What do you want to do?
> [A]: Open the door! That’s your friend out there! Taehyung would do the same thing for you… right? Wouldn’t he?
> [B]: Are you serious right now?! Jungkook’s right! You can’t open the door, otherwise whatever’s out there is going to get you guys too! Sorry, but everyone for themselves…
Place your vote here.
You have one hour.
Good luck.
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What the hell? How the fuck does this work?
Testing, testing… 1, 2, 3… [microphone feedback] okay, ow- Oh! There we go.
Hello, all of you ghouls and goblins! Welcome to Cee’s House of Horrors 2020!
I hope you’re ready to piss your pants. Or projectile vomit. Or both! Actually, I hope both, because I would love to see it. I’m your host - everyone’s favourite demon - obviously, Cee decided to make me the host of this exciting event because… well, you see the pointy red horns, don’t you? I don’t usually have them out because they’re a little tacky, but, t’is the season, am I right? Some of you may know who I am, and some of you may not! I’m Yoongi! Or, I guess my official title would be demon!yoongi. The point is, I’m Yoongi… and I’m here to ruin the next week of your life.
Since all of your brains combined are about the size of a single pea, I bet you’re all confused right now. You’re probably thinking to yourself: ‘What the hell is going on?’, ‘Where’s Cee?’, ‘Oh, god - is this another fic drop? Jesus Christ. Why does she have to make these things so dramatic all the time? Can she just drop a fic for once and not do anything else?!’ I’ll ask you to save your questions for the end… and then just keep them to yourselves for the rest of your pathetic little lives because I won’t be answering any of them.
Anyways, I guess I have to read off this dumb script…
‘Here at Jungshookz Headquarterz, your entertainment is our top priority…’ god, seriously? That’s the company policy? No, no. Now that Cee’s not here, my priority is to freak you out so much that you start to wonder if the pile of clothes sitting on the floor is really just a bunch of sweatshirts or if it’s a mangled, bloody-mouthed demon about to pounce on you and feast on your face. With that being said… Welcome to the very first choose-your-own-adventure tale! Ta-da! Did you enjoy the promotion for it? I certainly had fun. I’m the guy at the crossroads! You should’ve seen your face.
The thing is… Cee’s technically already set up a whole story for you guys and all the bits and pieces are ready to be posted and she told me that all I’d have to do is post one part every day but… I read it over and it was the blandest thing I’d ever read in my entire life, and if I could go back in time and un-read it, and then pour bleach directly into my eyeballs, I would, which is why… I’m going to rewrite everything. What Cee doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? And I know you guys certainly aren’t going to tattle-tale, because if you do, I’ll make sure that the presence constantly looming over your shoulder manifests into its physical form right as you’re about to fall asleep tonight. And, while I’m at it, I’ll throw a handful of spiders into your mouth while you’re asleep. The point is - shut your trap.
Here are the rules. Read ‘em.
Our tale will be broken down into seven parts - each part will be posted every day at midnight starting on Sunday - and the final part will be posted on Halloween, marking the end of the event. I know, it sucks. I wish everyday was Halloween.
Each part will end with two different options for you to choose from, and in order to contribute your vote to the story, you must a) like the post (don’t accidentally ‘forget’ to like the post or I’m going to ‘accidentally’ drop you into a vat of lava), b) reblog the post to spread some Halloween joy, and c) head on over to Cee’s twitter page to place your vote. …She did mention to everyone that she had a twitter page, right? Because the success of this event depends on those polls. I wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot, seeing that she’s an idiot and all- Oh, also, sending your vote in via Cee’s ask box and spamming your vote does not count. Cee probably wouldn’t want to come back to see her inbox cluttered with a hundred A’s and B’s floating around everywhere, and if that happens, I’m going to get shit for it, and she’s not going to let me host anything ever again. Don’t do it. Don’t be an asshole!
The voting period will end an hour after it’s been posted, which is definitely more than enough time for you to read and make a decision. After the hour ends, that’s when I’ll swoop in and tally up the results. The poll closes automatically, so if you miss the deadline, you miss the deadline. And complaining about it or whining about it isn’t going to help any of us in any way, you big crybabies.
The less popular option will not be posted and will immediately be scrunched up and tossed into a fire, so don’t bother asking about it.
Cee’s not here. And she won’t be here for the next seven days, which means no regular asks will be answered. That’ll disrupt the whole vibe I’m setting up here, you know? Character asks will still be answered, but I’ll be monitoring everything this week.
Speaking of Cee, I sent her off to an isolated cabin in the woods. Don’t worry about it. Unlike the promotion event for La Vie En Bonsai - which, by the way, was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever read in my entire life - there will be no direct hotline to her phone. Now, with that being said, I encourage you to continue to send Cee messages every day just so she doesn’t go crazy in the cabin. You know, give her a little something to scroll through while she’s climbing up a tree to get away from a grizzly bear. Long story short - it’s just going to be you and I, my friends.
Here’s a list of a bunch of different time zones because I know one of you is going to bitch about having to figure it out and I don’t have the energy to listen to your shrill voices for more than three seconds. And don’t get pissed if you have to be up at a weird hour. Deal with it.
PST: 12:00AM
EST: 3:00AM (The perfect time because that’s when my friends and I are most active!)
CDT: 2:00AM
BST: 8:00AM
AEST: 5:00PM
ACST: 4:30PM
JST: 4:00PM
CST: 3:00PM
WIB: 3:00PM
IST: 12:30PM
MSK: 10:00AM
CEST: 9:00AM
GMT: 7:00AM
ART: 4:00AM
HST: 9:00PM
AKDT: 11:00PM
Okay, that’s it.
See you tomorrow at midnight.
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CHAPTER SEVEN; It ends.
(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation; (4) the basement; (5) the dust; (6) the room
Warning: Brief mention of blood. Read at your own risk.
P̷̬͛͘l̸͉̣̃à̴̻̓ ̵͍̣̒̀ỳ̵͕͊e̴͎̾
r ha s chosen[?] B s hatte r glas s[e rror]
you let out a blood-curdling scream when she suddenly pounds against the mirror, and she seems to take delight in your fear, raising her other hand as well and starting to pound furiously on the glass with both fists
oh god
okay
you need to do something!
but what the fuck are you supposed to do?!
you look around hopelessly at the eight mirrors around you, finding it hard to focus when all you can hear is the distant drumming of Her slamming her hands against the glass
“focus, focus, focus-” you whimper, running a hand through your hair as you rack through your brain for some kind of an idea
you’ll take any damn idea at this poi-
shatter the glass
the thought suddenly springs into your mind and you let out a gasp when your feet almost move on their own towards the closest mirror to you
you manage to stop yourself before you get too close and you look down at your feet
what the he-
shatter the glass
once again, your feet move on their own accord and you find yourself stumbling right into a mirror
luckily you have your arms sticking out to keep you from smashing your face directly into it
okay
you have no idea how to explain this but,.., this thought doesn’t feel like your own
it’s disruptive and interrupting your train of thought and just appears out of nowher-
shatter the glass
“ah, stop!” you put both hands over your ears before shaking your head quickly, “get out of my hea-”
shatter the glass
it’s like there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you what to do, controlling your movements and making your choices for yo-
shatter the glass
“shatter the glass...?” you breathe out, looking up at yourself in the mirror
shatter the glass
what a perfect idea
if there are no mirrors, it means that she won’t be able to get to you anymore, right?
if the mirrors are her mode of transportation, destroying them would cut her off from this world
you need to shatter the mirrors
you look over your shoulder to see Her, looking as wild as ever, pummelling her hands against the mirrors in an effort to get you to turn to look over
no
don’t focus on her
you have one goal and one goal only... and that’s to destroy every single one of the mirrors in this room.
“-!”
you muster all the leftover strength you have as you raise your fists suddenly before slamming them both against the mirror in front of you, your eyes instinctively squeezing shut as shards of glass practically shoot out from the sudden force
you gasp as you stumble backwards to look at the damage, surprised at how easy it was to break the mirror - the glass is almost suspiciously delicate, and when you bend down to pick a piece up, you’re surprised to see that it’s almost as thin as paper
huh
that makes things a whole lot easier, doesn’t it?
you turn around to see that She has completely frozen - for a second, you think that perhaps she’s threatened and that you finally have the upper hand
...unfortunately not
your heart jumps in your chest when she leaps over to the next mirror, and then the next, and then the next-
oh god
shatter the glass
SHATTER THE GLASS
the next couple of moments go by in a blur as you race against time - and Her - and the only thing you can hear is the sound of glass continuing to shatter and splinter over and over again, the only thing you can feel are your own fists pounding against the mirrors, and the only thing you can see is black because of how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut
“AH-!”
as you raise your arms for the umpteenth time in a row, you expect to feel your fists collide against cool glass, but your eyes pop open when you just feel and hear a gentle thud
you look around the room to see that you’ve destroyed all of the mirrors
it’s been done
you lower your arms to take a look at your raw, trembling hands
you wince as you gently pull a shard of glass out from the side of your hand, hissing at the slight sting
you toss the piece aside and it clinks to the floor gently
the silence now is almost deafening as you drop to your knees with a thud
you did it
you killed her
it’s over
“thank god…” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut again as the adrenaline slowly wears off and your arms and hands start to burn from the strain
the evil has been destroyed
this nightmare is finally over
“okay.” you mumble to yourself, wiping your hands on your jeans before slowly rising back up to the ground, “time to find a way out of here.”
an ear-piercing scream exits your mouth when you turn around only to see Her standing directly in front of you, a large gash slashed into her face from ear to ear
you’re too petrified to scream as you watch the blood dribble down the lower half of her face before dripping onto the floor
the sound of her flesh squelching sickens you as the apples of her cheeks rise before she tilts her head to smile at you for the first time
she lunges forward and immediately grabs your face, her cold, bony fingers burrowing into your mouth and-
“NO-!”
you shoot straight up from your bed, your chest heaving from exertion
“wh- wha-” you pant, looking around to see that you’re in the safety of your bedroom
you reach up to feel your face, very thankful that your mouth is still where it should be
oh god
oh thank GOD
it was just a dream
it was just a bad, awful nightmare
none of it was real!
you’re fine!
you let out a sigh of relief as you slouch against your headboard before looking at your laptop
you lean forward to grab it before sliding it onto your lap
it’s pretty hot underneath and it’s whirring because it’s nearly out of battery
3%!!
how long were you passed out for??
chapter seven; it ends.
you blink at the page you have open on your browser before shaking your head
“stupid story-” you grumble to yourself as you slap your laptop shut before gently setting it aside
serves you right for reading a frickin horror story before bed
if you wanted to do something spooky to celebrate halloween you should’ve just watched something on netflix like a normal person
also, why would you even go on tumblr in search of scary stories?
everyone knows that the tumblr ones aren’t scary at all and are written by those types of writers who try a little too hard to make their stories scary
you should’ve gone to look at the urban legends on creepypasta if you wanted a real scare
“i’m fine, everything’s fine...” you whisper, reaching over to grab your phone that’s sitting on the bedside table
you squint a little from the sharp brightness and you hurry to lower it before you go blind
to: kook [2:59AM] - i just had the weirdest dream and you were in it lol i’ll tell u about it tomorrow
you’re about to set your phone back down when it buzzes in your hand
you flip it around to see that jungkook’s already texted you back
from: kook [3:00AM] - :)
you can’t help but wonder why jungkook’s still awake at this hour
and then you realize it’s probably because he’s playing video games or something
well
you’re going to go to bed because you’re exhausted
that nightmare was both physically and mentally draining
you narrow your eyes as you look at yourself in the large mirror that’s sitting directly across from your bed
you don’t know how you feel about having a large mirror located directly in front of you anymore
mirrors are weird
you hook two fingers into both corners of your mouth before pulling it up into a smile
you stick your tongue out and wag it around before pulling your fingers out and chuckling to yourself
hmph
“she wants my smile...” you snort, wiping your fingers on the duvet cover before shaking your head, “over my dead body.”
you lean over to turn your bedside lamp off before lying back and snuggling into the covers
you flip over so that you’re on your back, staring blankly into space until your eyes adjust to the darkness
it’s interesting how the mind works, isn’t it?
how it clings onto memories that you just want to forget about
how it nestles trauma into the very depths of your mind only to bring it back out at the most inconvenient of times
you pull your blanket up further before resting both arms over on top of it and letting out a small sigh as you begin to feel yourself drifting away into a deep sleep
right as you’re about to fall asleep, a little speck of dust floats past your face in the soft glow of the moonlight
you smile lightly at the recollection of the spooky dust in chapter five of the story you just read before shaking your head
but as your eyelids begin to flutter shut, you hear something that sends a chill directly down your spine
the faint creak of your bedroom door makes your eyes shoot open and you find yourself completely paralyzed with fear when you suddenly hear something from the foot of your bed-
tap
tap
tap
don’t you see, p̵̺̮̾̕ĺ̶̡̗a̷͍̓ỵ̴͚̂̒è̸̩ṟ̵̲̿?
your nightmare hasn’t ended at all
it’s only just b̶͈͒ê̴̬͑g̷̩̦̋u̵̧̝͌͘n̴̳̈́͐.
GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN?
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Happy Halloween! [insert pumpkin emoji here]
Season’s greetings, wimps!
Cee says I have to make this announcement on her behalf. I’m just going to copy and paste her whole email.
yoongi! please pass this message along to everyone :D and please stop pretending to send me care packages only for them to be baskets of maggots and pitchers of vomit. and don’t forget to post the baby drabbles featuring the ceo!fam and roomie!tae and lveb!joon and etc etc-
halloween may be spent in quarantine this year, but that doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to dress up and have fun, right? to celebrate the finale of the house of horrors event coming tonight (which i hope has been enjoyable so far.,., idk yoongi doesn’t ever update me with anything), i thought it’d be fun for everyone to embrace their inner y/ns… so here are some costume ideas! you obviously don’t have to dress up if you don’t want to and most of you will probably end up just ~imagining~ your costumes but i figured this could be a little something-something to make halloween still feel like halloween this year :-))
uni!y/n:
high ponytail with a scrunchie of your choice
sensible skirt and cardigan (preferably argyle because of course she likes argyle) situation
platform oxford shoes
pencil tucked behind ear and maybe also one in the ponytail
find the heaviest textbook you own and then stack it on top of another heavy textbook and then carry those in each arm
grandpa glasses
:D
secretary!y/n:
low ponytail with two strands of hair pulled out in the front
crispy white blouse OR like a fancy chiffon blouse kinda thing (depends on your mood)
black pencil skirt duh
black heels! or nude heels if that goes better with the blouse
phone in one hand and a coffee cup in the other
splash coffee on your blouse for extra effect
:D
lveb!y/n:
low space buns with scrunchies of your choice
namjoon’s brown sweatshirt OR creamy chunky sweater of some kind
mom jeans?? or loose-ish boyfriend jeans
raGGedy nike air force 1s
smudge some flour on the apples of your cheeks
mixing bowl and whisk
:D
hotmess!y/n (android!yoongi’s y/n):
half up half down hair and also fluff it up to make it look like you just woke up from a nice afternoon nap
oversized t-shirt that looks like it hasn’t been washed in ten years and two months
knee high socks
tub of ice cream with the spoon shoved into it
cheeto dust on the corner of your mouth and also all over your fingers
:D
roomie!y/n:
hair down and straightened because we all know you look like you know what you’re doing when your hair is straightened
plain top (colour of your choice)
mom jeans!
headphones around neck
backpack but hanging off onE shoulder because that’s trendy
holding her cute lunch box that namjoon packed for her
half a pb&j sandwich hanging out of her mouth because she’s in a ruSH and has to get to class but is also super hungry
probably also nike air force 1s because all of the y/ns are super #basic
:D
bookworm!y/n (lifeguard!kook’s y/n):
dollop of sunscreen on nose and aLSo your cheeks
two loose, low braids!
the biggest sunglasses u own
also maybe a baseball cap of some kind
sundress?? something light and airy and appropriate for the beach
flip flops
cheesy romance novel in one hand and a dainty cucumber sandwich in the other
:D
buildabear!y/n (hotmess!y/n 2.0):
mascara streaks down your cheeks because yes you just cried in a build a bear in front of like ten families and you don’t care if you look crazy because you just got DUMPED
messy bun,.,. but not the cute kind.,,. the homeless kind
sweatpants (stained)
oversized sweatshirt (also stained)
teddy bear bear clutched in one arm
maybe a box of tissues in the other arm because u never know when the tears are going to start again
:D
spoiled!y/n (mechanic!yoongi’s y/n):
hair down with a pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of your head (you can’t afford this)
plain white crop top (you can’t afford this)
leather jacket (you can’t afford this)
skinny jeans (you can’t afford this)
thigh high boots (you can’t afford this)
medium sized designer purse (hey, by the way, you can’t afford this)
lollipop in one hand and car keys in the other
:D
happy (safe and socially distanced) halloween!!
[oOooOo insert spooky ghost noises here]
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Cee’s House of Horrors 2020 Masterlist
greetings, player. you are in control.
i t b e g i n s .
a c r y f o r h e l p .
t h e i n v e s t i g a t i o n .
t h e b a s e m e n t .
t h e d u s t.
t h e r o o m .
i t e n d s .
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CEEEEE! Since Halloween was low key cancelled I decided to dress up as your characters for fun! These were inspired by your cute little post yesterday! Hope you like 👻
Ps. Lemme know which one’s your fav!
+
nO WAY
TEARS ARE GUSHING OUT OF MY EYES
i didn’t think anyone was going to dress up but for you to pull through and not only dress up as one or two or three but ALL EIGHT of the costume ideas,.,. i have never felt true love until now
you pull off every! single! one! of! y/n’s! looks! so flawlessly and i’m so in love with all of your looks that i keep pausing just to scroll back up and admire your outfits :’) i’ve literally had this open for half an hour :’) because i keep stopping in between sentences :’) oh god :’) i can’t stop :’)
let the record show that i love all of ur looks BUT if i have to choose one i’m going to have to go with lveb!y/n >:-) look at your cute little space buns!!!!! so spankin’ adorable!!!!! can i place an order for a sour cream chocolate cake please!!!!
anyways if anyone hears any crying and screaming it’s just me <3
#bts#bts imagines#choh2020#fashion#halloween#submission#fanart#i won the lottery with u guys#truly i DID
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CHAPTER TWO; A cry for help.
chapter one
Player has chosen: [A] Open the door.
“I DON’T WANT TO DIE, PLEASE- PLEASE LET ME IN, Y/N, PLEASE-”
the doorknob is being tugged at so aggressively that you’re worried it’ll just pop right out
“y/n, we could die-!” jungkook warns once again and pulls you back
it’s only when you hear taehyung let out another desperate cry for help that you make your decision
“oh, for christ’s sakes-” you shove jungkook’s hand off of you as you stumble towards the door
you know you’re going to regret it if you don’t let taehyung in
and you know he’d do the same for you!
anD if you don’t open the door right now, you don’t want to have to open the door later only to have to step over his mutilated corpse, so there’s that, too
you unlock it hastily and mentally prepare yourself to swing your bat at whoever’s out there hurting taehyung and-
your heart sinks to your stomach
...
there’s no one there.
you immediately slam the door shut before pressing your back right up against it and looking at jungkook with wide eyes, “that… can’t be good, right?”
“see?! what’d i tell you?!” jungkook groans, throwing his hands up into the air before beginning to pace back and forth out of stress, “i-i told you not to open the door because i said something shady was going on here, a-and you didn’t listen to me because you had to play the hero and-”
“are you seriously blaming me right now?!” you scoff, “i-i thought- i thought taehyung was- was in trouble s-so i opened the door and- and-and-and no one was there but-”
you’re understandably in shock because what the hell just happened?!
well, at least you know one thing for sure:
this… doesn’t seem like it’s a regular old house.
and once again, the only weapon you have is an old baseball bat.
are baseball bats effective against evil spirits and demonic beings??
“there has to be another way out of here, right?” jungkook rushes towards the boarded up windows before shining a light on the planks
he tucks his fingers behind one of them and gives it a pull but it doesn’t budge
they’re nailed into the walls pretty securely…
“you’re right! you’re right, we can just- w-we can just jump out through the windows, it’ll be fine!” you stammer, reaching down to lock the door again before joining jungkook by the window, “we can- we can tie our clothes together or something if we’re on a higher level, and then we’ll just climb down, and then we’ll be totally fine, and-”
snap!
jungkook grunts to himself as he manages only to break a little shard of wood off, creating a hole just big enough for someone to look through it with one eye
he hurries to look outside, opening his eyes as wide as they can possibly go as if that’ll somehow help him see things clearer
“what do you see?” you ask, getting up on your tip-toes to try to peek through the hole over his shoulder
“i… i don’t think we can leave through the window.” jungkook pulls away slowly before turning to look at you, “i think we’re underestimating just how huge this place is.”
“what are you talking about?”
jungkook moves out of the way so that you can look through the hole yourself
you feel the blood drain from your face when you look through only to see that you guys are… high… high above the ground
two sweaters and two pairs of jeans certainly aren’t going to be enough to get you down on the ground safely
and don’t you have a slight (very large, very intense) fear of heights?
how big is this place?!
when you look off into the distance, all you can see is that you guys - this place - is surrounded by nothing but trees
and not even the nice looking trees!
all the branches are thick and gnarly and twisted around each other and instead of being a nice oaky shade of brown, they all look... black from here
you probably wouldn’t feel any safer being in the woods compared to being trapped in this house
“what do we do?” jungkook asks quietly and you chew on your bottom lip anxiously as you try to come up with some kind of a decent plan
“okay. this is the plan.” you step away from the window before turning on your heel to face jungkook, “we- we have to leave this room, jungkook. from the looks of it, we’re maybe on the fifth? sixth level of this house? if we jump out, we’re... well, we’re going to die.”
“if we leave this room, we’re going to die!” jungkook argues before shoving you out of the way so he can start tugging at the planks again, “can’t you just use your bat to smash the boards or something? we can call for help!”
“and attract attention to us? so that we’ll be killed by whatever’s out there? i don’t think so!” you whisper-yell before grabbing jungkook’s arm to try to get him to stop pulling at the boards, “jungkook, it’s no use! i don’t think there’s anyone out here for miles! we’re surrounded by nothing but trees! we just need to leave this place and then we’ll figure the rest of the plan out later!”
jungkook shoves the flashlight into your hand and re-hooks his fingers under the planks
he is NOT leaving this room
he lifts his leg before pressing his foot up against the wall, his face scrunching tightly as he pulls back as hard as he can
“jung-”
“-!” it’s only a second later that jungkook ends up tumbling backwards and falling flat on his ass and you resist the urge to tell him that you told him so
but
you told him so!
dumbass
unless a hammer suddenly appears out of thin air, there’s pretty much no way of getting the planks off the walls
“ow.” jungkook mutters to himself, frowning in discomfort as he pulls a thin splinter out of his finger
:-(
he flicks it aside before looking up at you, “…we… have no choice but to leave this room, don’t we?”
you nod slowly before giving him a helpless shrug, “it’s gonna be fine. we’ll be fine!”
at this point, it seems as though you’re trying to convince yourself that everything will be fine instead of convincing jungkook that everything will be fine
but you can’t let him know that you’re scared shitless because then he’s going to get even moRE jumpy and you really don’t have the energy to take his anxiety and plunk it on top of your already growing anxiety
“front doors are easy to find, right?” jungkook asks, dusting his bum off after getting up off the ground, “we’ll just keep going down the stairs until we find a door that’s obviously a front door.”
“right!” you nod enthusiastically, the both of you turning to look at the door that now seems to look a little more menacing than it did a while ago, “and this place is obviously a mansion, so the front door will probably look super fancy-”
“exactly!” jungkook grips the back of your arm as the two of you slowly approach the door, obviously not wanting to leave the safety of this dusty old bedroom, “we just have to run down the stairs and then run out the door, and then run out into the woods-”
“okay, you are not helping right now-”
“i’m sorry!! i’m nervous!!” jungkook’s hand trembles as he points the flashlight towards the door and you wince when you feel his nails digging into your arm even through the thick material of your sweater
you squeeze your eyes shut as you blindly reach for the doorknob, jungkook cowering down behind you
the metal feels cold underneath your palm as you wrap your fingers around the knob, twisting it to the right with a trembling hand
your heart is practically pounding out of your chest at this point and you’re just waiting for something to trigger your fight or flight
the hinges on the door creak lowly as you pull it open - just open enough for you and jungkook to slip through but also just closed enough for you to slam the door shut in case any demons decide that this is the moment they want to attack you guys
you peel open one of your eyes and wait for a second before opening the other one
…
…
…
huh
okay
okay!
everything’s fine!
“see?” you breathe out, your shoulders dropping in relief, “i-”
“BOO!”
taehyung and jimin both suddenly jump out from either side of the door and you and kook immediately let out ear-piercing screams (you’re pretty sure his scream is at a higher pitch compared to yours)
jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind to use you as a human shield and the baseball bat falls from your hand and clatters to the ground before rolling towards the door
“what the fuck is wrong with you two?!” you roar, pressing your hand against your chest to try to get your heart to calm down before you actually get a heart attack, “why would you joke around like that??”
“i hate it here, i hate it here-” jungkook wheezes as he continues to cling to you, crouched over with his face pressed into your back, “i think that just took ten years off of my life-”
“you should’ve seen your faces!” jimin chortles, throwing his head back in obnoxiously joyous laughter, “i wish i’d taken a picture or somethi-”
“you two suck!” you snap, gently pushing a clearly traumatized jungkook away from you before going over to smack the living hell out of taehyung and jimin
if you were still holding your bat, you would’ve knocked all their pretty teeth out three seconds ago
“oh my-” taehyung dodges your slaps and holds both his arms out to defend himself, “will you relax, please?? jesus, what is your problem??”
“my problem is that y-you clowns decided it’d be a good idea to pull a stunt like that-”
“oOoOoh, is y/n scared of the spooOOoOky ghost house?“ jimin teases, holding his hands up above his head and wiggling his fingers, “spooky ooky-”
“shut up. shut up!” you bend down to pick up the bat before letting out a huff, “let’s just go- do you guys know where everyone else is?”
“well, we thought that they were in here with you…” taehyung purses his lips before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “are they not?”
you turn around to kick the door wide open so that you guys get a full view of the clearly empty room, “no. they are not.”
“oh. well, it’s fine. they’re probably here somewhere… this is a pretty big house.”
at this point, your eyes have pretty much gotten used to the dark so it’s a little easier to navigate
and it helps that you can see light at the end of the hallway (moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the roof, but it’s better than nothing)
“so, where did you guys wake up?” you ask, turning to glance at tae over your shoulder as you approach the top of the staircase
“in the room down the hall.”
“how’d you find us?” jungkook chimes in, pausing for a second to whack the flashlight against his palm again when it flickers
“the walls are, like, super thin.” jimin points out, “so it wasn’t hard to hear you two bickering with each other.”
“we weren’t bickering with each other-”
“oH, by the way-“ taehyung stops in the middle of going down the stairs to turn and jab a finger into jungkook’s chest, “did you seriously tell y/n to NOT open the door for me?? when i was clearly in trouble??”
jungkook opens his mouth to speak but,.,.
well
he can’t really defend himself here because he diD tell you to not open the door for taehyung lmao
“uh, can you blame me?” jungkook shakes his head, “i didn’t wanna die!”
“we totally would’ve opened the door for you!” jimin scoffs and stops on the stairs as well and you immediately roll your eyes when you realise that this is going to become a thing
you let out a sigh before turning and leaning against the railing so you can look up at the boys, “do you people have to do this right now?”
“okay, lemme explain my thought process before you freak out on me-” jungkook clears his throat, the three of them too caught up in this conversation to pay an ounce of attention to you, “i… didn’t wanna die. that’s it! i just didn’t wanna die! is that so wrong? to want to save my own life?!”
“yeah, well, that’s a selfish decision!” taehyung barks, “do you think we wanna die?? if y/n didn’t step up and open the door, then we would be dead!”
“no, you- how?!” jungkook flings his arms up into the air and lets out a scoff of disbelief, “no one was after you! this was your dumb prank!”
“we’re just saying we would hypothetically be dead, so you should hypothetically be feeling VERY guilty right no-“
“okay, okay, okay!” you tuck the bat underneath your arm before trudging back up the stairs, “we can talk about hypothetical deaths and hypothetical guilt and hypothetical hoeur d’oeuvres served at hypothetical funerals after we find everyone and get out of here, alright??”
you use the tip of the bat to nudge everyone down the stairs and you let out a little huff of frustration as they continue to argue with one another
boys are so dumb sometimes
and that’s when you notice... something peculiar
just as you’re about to descend the stairs yourself, you catch a brief flash of movement in the corner of your eye
you quickly turn your head so you can look back down the long hallway that you guys just came from
your eyes narrow suspiciously as you look all the way at the very back of the hallway - the darkest part of it
it’s weird
the movement almost seemed like it was someone… leaping? from one room to the other
a particularly large particle of dust floats past your face and you reach up to wave it away
…
hm
it was probably just dust
by the time you guys make it down the main floor, taehyung and jimin have fully forgiven jungkook for not wanting to open the door for them
it’s so weird how boys can get over issues so quickly
all they have to do is fist-bump each other and then call it a day
“so! do we have a plan or something?” taehyung places his hands on his hips and looks up towards the large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling
you glance up at it as well and watch as the crystals twinkle slightly
“the first part of our plan was just to leave the room, and now that we’ve done that… well.” jungkook shrugs, “i dunno.”
“oh. the first part of our plan was also to leave our room. so… what should we do now?”
“beats me.”
“i need to take a leak. do you guys think i can get away with pissing in the corner of the room? maybe there’s a dead plant in here that needs watering?”
you look around at everyone in disbelief
god
boys are?? literally SO dumb
“the… next part of the plan would be to find everyone else…?” you point out as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world (because it is) and the boys immediately hum in agreement, “and if you need to pee, just… i’m sure there’s a bathroom here someone. don’t urinate in the corner of the main floor-”
“okay, well - we should probably split up, then!” taehyung claps his hands together, “the sooner we find everyone, the sooner we can get out of here.”
“mhm. i agree!” jimin nods, “i call dibs on this floor because i am not going back up all those stairs again. my calves are killing me.”
“wait- you guys wanna split up?” jungkook gawks, “why would- why would we do that?? it’s creepy as hell in here!” he frowns, instinctively stepping behind you again
“oh, please. it’s just a dusty old house, jungkook. and you’re the one with the flashlight, so you should be fine.” jimin raises a brow before crossing his arms, “don’t tell me you’re actually scared.”
“you saw the way they freaked out when we jumped out,” taehyung snickers before nudging jimin’s side, “the two of them are scaredy-cats-”
“we’re not scared.” you narrow your eyes at taehyung and your grip tightens around your baseball bat, “well, i can’t speak for jungkook, but i’m definitely not scared-”
“okay, if you’re not scared, then you’re okay with us splitting up to find the rest of the gang, right?” taehyung tilts his head before raising a brow
you swallow thickly
what do you want to do?
> [A]: Split up! Taehyung has a point… the sooner you find everyone, the sooner you can get the hell out of here! And you’d really like to get the hell out of here.
> [B]: Stay as a group! You’re stronger together. Plus, Jungkook’s shaking like a leaf behind you. You can’t leave the poor guy alone.
Place your vote here.
You have one hour.
Good luck.
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CHAPTER THREE; The investigation.
chapter one; chapter two
Player has chosen: [B] Stay together!
“okay, if you’re not scared, then you’re okay with us splitting up to find the rest of the gang, right?” taehyung tilts his head before raising a brow
you swallow thickly and take a couple of seconds to think it through
if you split up, there would be four people exploring four different parts of the house, which would be pretty efficient
but sticking together would be a much safer option and this house does give you the heebie-jeebies after all...
“i’m…” you trail off before shaking your head gently, “i’m not scared, but i don’t think it’s a good idea to split up. this house is huge and we could lose each other again, which means we’d waste even more time.”
taehyung immediately lets out a quiet groan and tilts his head back, “ugh. you guys are so lame.”
wha-
you’re not lame!!
you’re just,.,. you’re being safe!!
and safety isn’t lame!!
“okay, what about if we split off in groups of two?” you suggest, raising a brow, “that way we’re not entirely alone, and we have two teams searching the house instead of just one big one…”
“okay… i guess i can get on board with that…”
“and this can be our meeting spot!” you perk up, “how about… twenty minutes? in twenty minutes, no matter what, you have to come back here for a team update.”
“this is exciting!” jimin grins, clasping his hands together in anticipation, “it kinda feels like we’re ghost-hunting.”
taehyung snorts, “well, yoongi is as pale as a ghost, so i guess there’s some truth in that-”
“alright! so, jungkook and i will take floors one to three, and you guys can take floors four to six-“
“woah, woah, woah-“ taehyung interrupts you, waving both his hands to stop you, “hold on just a second- why do you get to take jungkook?”
you frown lightly, “what do you mean?”
“if you take jungkook, you get the flashlight and the baseball bat. that’s so not fair!”
“i thought you morons weren’t scared of this dusty old house.” you mock, using the bat to gesture around the large room
“we’re not scared-!” taehyung argues, “but anyone would feel a little better having at least one helpful tool.”
you suppose he’s right
it’s only fair that their team gets a tool
you roll your eyes before nudging jungkook with your elbow, “jungkook, give him your flashlight-”
jungkook immediately gawks and holds his precious flashlight to his chest, “what? no way! i’m not giving up the flashlight! you give him your bat!”
and now it’s youR turn to gawk
“what?? i’m not giving him my bat! i’m the weakest one here, i actually need the weapon if we get into any kind of trouble-”
“you know…” taehyung whistles lowly, “for two people who claim they aren’t a pair of scaredy-cats, you sure are acting like it now-”
“okay, what about this?” you use your bat to point towards jimin, “i’ll take jimin, and you can take jungkook-”
“i don’t wanna pair up with taehyung!” jungkook speaks up, shaking his head furiously, “no friggin’ way!”
oh jesus
at this rate you’re going to be here all night just arguing about who’s going to go with whO
the others would be better off finding you guys instead of you guys finding them
“and why not?”
“because he’s an asshole- and what if he tries scaring me again? this place already gives me the creeps, and i don’t need taehyung whispering about how this place could’ve been, like, a mental hospital or something and the deranged patients are still somewhere in here-”
“oh my god, jungkook-!” you cut him off, partly to get him to shut up and partly to get him to stOp talking about deranged mental patients because the idea of that is just plain terrifying, “okay, i will take taehyung, and you can take jimin. is everyone happy??”
a good five seconds of silence ticks by and you take that as a yes
finally
thank GOD
“ooh, you know what we should do?” taehyung gasps as he makes his way over to you, “why don’t we turn this into a game? whichever team comes back with more people in twenty minutes is the winner!”
“what kind of prize are we talking about?” jungkook perks up, his competitive streak suddenly kicking in, “i like games if there are prizes to win.”
hm
you like playing games too
and you like winning prizes
plus, it’ll motivate you to find everyone faster!
“i have a starbucks coupon in my wallet?” you offer, “there’s like, six bucks left on it, but it’s better than nothing-“
“i have a strawberry flavoured condom in mine!” jimin chirps
everyone looks over at him
“what?” he shrugs, “strawberry is tastier than plain ol’ latex.”
“okay, well-” taehyung claps his hands together to effectively bring this flavoured condom conversation to an end, “the winning team gets a six dollar starbucks coupon, a strawberry flavoured condom, and the title of best team ever- so we’re all in, then? are we doing this?”
“mhm.”
“yep!”
“uh-huh.”
“remember, twenty minutes!” you call out as jimin and jungkook head back towards the staircase to go up to the third floor, “twenty minutes and we meet back here- aaand no one’s listening to me. wonderful.”
the sound of their footsteps fade into the distance and soon enough, it’s just you and taehyung
you turn around to look at him, “alright, superstar. there’s no way in hell i’m giving up my starbucks coupon, so we’d better get a move-on.”
“i say we tackle the kitchen first,” taehyung nods enthusiastically, “i could use a snack.”
“you- you think you’re going to get a snack here?” you snort, the two of you heading towards what seems to be the swinging double-doors to a kitchen, “unless you’re in the mood for, like, dead cockroaches and dust bunnies, i doubt you’re going to find anything yummy here.”
“hm.” tae frowns, “good point. you don’t think they have any canned goods here? like, canned peaches or… i don’t know, i’ll even take tuna-“
“tae- give up all hope of finding something edible here. after we find everyone, we’ll get out of here and go to mcdonalds! i’d kill for a big mac right now-”
“okay, you need to stop talking about food because i’m actually starving right now-“ taehyung looks down and places a hand over his tummy before patting it, “let’s talk about something else. who are we finding first?”
the two of you step into the kitchen, the door gently swinging back and forth behind you
for a house that’s seemingly been abandoned, this kitchen is pretty neat
you expected it to be overrun by rats and covered in weeds and all that
it’s still pretty dusty in here, though
“well, i don’t think we can plan to find someone first, tae.” you raise a brow as you swipe a finger over the gritty kitchen island, “we find whoever we find.”
you rub the grime in between your fingers before wiping your hand off on the back of your jeans
“touché.” taehyung mutters as he walks alongside you, “say you were mr. kim namjoon himself, where do you think you would be?”
“hm. do i think i’m in trouble or am i just passed out?” you ask absentmindedly as you open up the drawers in search for anything useful
unfortunately, all you’re able to find are boring old utensils
you’re not sure how useful forks and spoons are as self-defence weapons
unless you scooped someone’s eyes out with the spoons
that could work!
that sounds like it requires technique, though… so maybe you’ll have to go with a different approach
“um… just passed out.” taehyung coughs before waving his hand in front of his face, “jesus, it’s dusty in here-”
you let out a gasp when you end up finding a box of matches - there are only three matchsticks left, but that’s definitely better than no matchsticks at all!
light!!
“well, see, that’s not fair, because then it’s free game-” you spin around and hold the box of matches up before shaking it gently, “if i was a passed out namjoon, i could be anywhere in this damn house- also, see if you can find any candles or anything-”
“you know, these types of games aren’t fun when you overanalyse and think about it like that-” taehyung flat out ignores you before bending over so he can lean against the kitchen island, “i change my answer. say you were a mr. kim namjoon who thought someone was chasing you- what would you do and where would you hide?”
you wait for two seconds to see if taehyung will make a move to get up and actually help you
and....
nope
god
you have to do everything around here
“okay, fine. if i was a namjoon who thought i was in trouble…” you let out a sigh as you spin back around before reaching up to open up the cupboards, “i would probably leave a clue somewhere for my friends to find me…”
a large speck of dust floats past your eyes and you’re about to wave it away when you suddenly remember the dust that you saw earlier at the top of the staircase
…
you follow it with your eyes, watching carefully as it drifts past you and begins lowering to the ground
“like a hansel and gretel situation?” taehyung asks, “with the crumbs of bread and stuff?”
“exactly…” you murmur, watching curiously as the speck of dust never actually floats to the ground but appears to float down the hall
“what would namjoon use in place of bread? probably, like, those caramel candies he’s always sucking on-” taehyung snorts and moves to the side when you shut the cupboards and lean over to keep an eye on the floating dust, “what are you looking at?” he asks, standing up straight to look at what you’re looking at
which is...
nothing?
“nothing, nothing-” you shake your head, quickly springing into action when you nearly lose sight of it, “here, take the bat-”
you don’t know why but you feel like you have to follow it
or maybe you’re just crazy and it’s just an innocent speck of dust because this house really IS super old and musty after all
there’s nothing left to explore in the kitchen so you have to move on to other rooms anyway
taehyung takes the bat from you and props it up so he’s holding it over his shoulder, “what’s going on?”
you fumble with the little cardboard carton before pulling a matchstick out and quickly striking it against the side of the box, a little ball of flame suddenly coming to life and flickering before your eyes
the corridor is pitch black so you can’t see very far ahead, but it’s better than fumbling around in the dark
you swallow your nerves before venturing forward, tucking the carton into your pocket for safe-keeping
“hey, wait- where are you going??” taehyung stammers, quickly trailing behind you as you leave the kitchen
“i just have a feeling…” you murmur, watching the flame carefully and slowing your pace down a little when it trembles a little too violently for your liking
if this thing blows out halfway through and leaves you in the complete dark.,,. you’re 100% going to piss yourself
the two of you round the corner and start to walk down what feels like a longer, narrower corridor
your tiny little torch is proving to be very useful right now!
“you know, we’re supposed to be a team.” taehyung hisses, “you can’t just start walking and not tell me where you’re going-”
your sneakers squeak against the floor when you suddenly come to a stop, tae letting out a grunt as he bumps into your back, ““jesus, the architecture of this place literally doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“what are you talking about?” taehyung asks, glancing over his back towards the safety of the kitchen
it’s brighter in the kitchen so he can still see a patch of light, but it seems like it’s a million miles away
“i mean… what is this?” you gesture in front of you
the corridor splits off into three different paths
the middle one just continues on into the darkness
but the others split off into two different… rooms? for some reason
kind of like the letter ‘y’ with a gap in the middle
the doors to the rooms have glass panels in the centre and you take a step closer to peer into the left one, and then right one
and from that point onward, things just keep getting weirder and weirder
in the left room, there’s a staircase spiralling down, and in the right room, there’s a staircase spiralling up
you wouldn’t be surprised if the staircases led to more corridors with even more staircases
“i don’t know about this.” taehyung mutters, “i don’t… i mean, i really don’t think anyone would be here… i think we should go back to the kitchen, y/n. i’m, like, a little scared right now-”
“okay, yeah.” you mutter, “my match is about to die, so-”
as soon as you turn around to start heading down the hall, you suddenly feel a little thump from underneath your feet
you jump in surprise and reach out to grab the back of tae’s arm, “did you- did you feel that?”
“did i feel what?”
“the… i swear i felt something. i heard something too- like- like if someone was, like… like if someone smacked their fist against the wall or something-”
“what? well, i would’ve heard it too but i didn’t hear anything…” taehyung mutters uneasily, attempting to start walking again only for you to pull him back
he lets out a sigh before turning to look over at you, “okay, fine. where did the sound come from?”
you swallow thickly as you turn to look over your shoulder, “…the door on the left.”
“...okay, well, there’s no way i’m going in there, so i’m gonna head back to the kitchen-”
you feel taehyung’s arm slip away from your hand right as your match burns out and you open your eyes as wide as they can possibly go as if doing so will give you night-vision or something
“taehyung, hold on-” you fumble for the box of matches in your pocket, “just gimme a second to-”
as soon as you light another match, you’re more than surprised to see that the structure of the corridor has changed because now you’re standing in front of a wall
you turn around quickly to see that the three paths are still there
??
what??
where did the-
where did the kitchen go??
where did the corridor go???
your hand starts to tremble, the little flame starting to shake as well
you feel your heart beginning to pound a little harder in your chest and you whimper quietly when you hear another thump
what do you want to do?
> [A] Don’t go into the room! You don’t know what’s down there!
> [B] Go into the room! …Once again, you don’t know what’s down there... And what if it’s one of the others?
Place your vote here.
You have one hour.
Good luck.
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CHAPTER FOUR; The basement.
(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation
Warning: Slightly graphic descriptions of violence depicted. Read at your own risk.
Player has chosen: [B] Go into the room.
“okay.” you whisper to yourself, turning to look over your shoulder to make sure that the corridor’s really been replaced by a wall and that you’re not just imagining things, “it’s fine! we’re fine. i’m fine.”
this is fine
it’s fine that the corridor has disappeared
it’s fine that taehyung has also disappeared
and it’s fine that you’re about to willingly go into a dark room in a musty old house by yourself
everything’s fine!
the unfortunate reminder that your match isn’t going to last forever is the thing that finally gets you to lift one foot of the ground
you’d very much not like to be left alone in the dark because you don’t know if you can handle another change in scenery
thump
you swallow the lump growing in your throat as you approach the door, reaching out cautiously before wrapping your fingers around the doorknob
thump
you try to keep your other hand as still as possible as to not blow out the flame
that’s the last thing you need right now
the door creaks lowly as you pull it open, and almost immediately, you’re hit with the warm smell of… well, the only way to describe the smell is swampy
your nose wrinkles in disgust before you take the first step down, the wooden stairs squeaking underneath your feet
thump
you immediately freeze upon hearing another thump and it takes you a couple of seconds to decide whether you should say something or not
it’s probably best if you do
you don’t want to have to go down all the way only to find that there’s no one there because that would just be a complete waste of time and resources
“h-” you find that your throat is dry and you clear it quietly before trying again, “h-hello?”
…
…
…
the silence that you receive in response is unsettling, and you swallow nervously before trying again, only a little louder this time, “hello?”
…
…
…
you glance back towards the door, wondering if you should leave or not
you’re just about to turn and head out when suddenly you hear a quiet-
“y/n?”
it takes a couple of seconds for your brain to process whose voice that is
“nam- namjoon?” you perk up, feeling your heart rate slow a little at the thought of being reunited with him, “is that you?”
at least now you know he’s safe
you can’t help but wonder if jungkook and jimin have found the others yet
“yeah! i-it’s me!” namjoon responds, his voice barely above a whisper, “where- where are you?”
oh thank GOD
“hold on, i’m coming-” you carefully make your way down the wooden staircase, holding onto the dusty railing so that you don’t trip and fall flat on your face
knocking yourself out would not be the most ideal of situations
when you make it to the bottom of the staircase, you’re ecstatic to see not only that a) it’s really namjoon and that he’s totally fine, and b) he has a flashlight!
it’s the mini one that he keeps attached to his keys
and you’ve made fun of it counTless times because when,.,. when would anyone ever need a mini flashlight.,,. a pocket knife, maybe- but a teeny little flashlight?? whEN??
you’re definitely glad that he decided to keep it even after all the ruthless bullying because a flashlight is way better than your little match
speaking of your match
“oh, shit-” you quickly blow it out when the flame starts to tickle at your fingertips before tossing the burnt stick to the ground
namjoon turns around from where he’s rummaging through drawers and his mouth turns up in a bright smile when he sees that it’s really you, “y/n! you have nO idea how relieved i am to see you-!”
you squint when he shines the light directly at you and you hold your hand up to shield your face, “okay, you’re going to blind me in a second-”
“whoops, my bad-“ namjoon smiles sheepishly before raising it again and shaking it slightly, “but, hey! this is exactly why i keep a mini flashlight as a keychain. you never know when you’ll need it!”
you make your way over to him, peeking into the empty drawer that he opened before looking over at him and jabbing your finger into his arm, “are you okay? any injuries?”
“oh, i’m fine.” namjoon snorts, waving his hand at you, “no scratches or bruises of any kind. are you okay?”
“yeah. i was a little sore when i woke up, but i’m fine now.” you hum, turning to head towards the rocking chair sitting in the middle of the room
you could use a break!
your feet are aching
“also- woah-” your heart rate spikes a little when the chair rocks back a little further than intended and you quickly lean forward to balance yourself, “please tell me you were the one making those thumping noises. i can’t afford another spook.”
“oh, yeah! that was me.” namjoon nods before knocking against the top of the drawers, “these old drawers are pretty hard to open and close, so the back of them kept bumping against the wall every time i shut them.”
“thank god.” you mutter to yourself, leaning back against the chair and tilting your head up before closing your eyes
you would kill for a nap right now
you would kill to be in your own bed right now
it makes you feel a lot better knowing that things are pretty normal down here, though
no strangely large dust particles or weird shadows bouncing here and there
“you know, you’d think that they’d have, like… tools lying around here somewhere. an emergency flashlight, or spare batteries… something.” namjoon grumbles, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’ve basically flipped this entire basement upside down and i haven’t found anything remotely useful.”
“yeah, same with the bedroom that kook and i woke up in.” you sigh, shaking your head, “actually- jungkook had a flashlight and then afterwards, he found a bat- say, why didn’t you just leave this room?” you open your eyes and tilt your head back down before gesturing towards the staircase
namjoon’s eyes immediately widen and he shakes his head, “are you kidding me? nothing good ever happens when you leave a room. and nothing bad’s happened to me so far, so i say my theory is pretty darn accurate.”
he sits down on the ground in front of you before crossing his legs and shining the flashlight up at you
“i guess that’s a fair point. better to be safe than to be sorry…” you trail off, “this place is… something’s not right about this place.”
“what do you mean?” namjoon’s brows furrow in confusion, “as far as i know, this is just an old, dusty house.”
the memory of what happened literally three minutes ago pops into your mind but you’re not sure whether you should bring it up or not because.,., well, it sounds crazy
but to be fair, this situation is crazy!
“okay, well, i- a second ago-” you lean forward and lower your voice as you speak, “i was with taehyung, and then my match burnt out, and when i re-lit one, he… he was gone. i don’t know how it happened, but he just… disappeared. oh, and-”
“are you sure he didn’t just hide around the corner or something?” namjoon snorts, “knowing tae, he’d take full advantage of being in a house with a bunch of secret doors and dark corners.”
“i mean, he already scared me one time, but- no, this was different. this was… you see, the- the corridor- it was, like, it-” you’re struggling to find the words the explain the situation in a way that it would make sense, but it’s difficult because it literally doesn’t make anY sense at all
how the hell did the corridor disappear?
was there even a corridor in the first place?
but if there wasn’t, then how would you have gotten here?
“actually, i…” namjoon interrupts before pausing, “it’s… i don’t know. eh, it’s probably nothing.”
“what?”
“nothing, i just… i mean, i was probably just imagining things, i don’t know…”
“c’mon, tell me!” you nudge his leg gently with your foot before leaning back against the rocking chair
it’s surprisingly comfy
“it’s just that-” namjoon sits up straight and clears his throat, “okay, you know that state you’re in when you’re half-asleep and half-awake at the same time? like- kinda like when your alarm goes off in the morning, and your body just goes on auto-pilot to shut it off- you’re not fully aware that you’re shutting it off, but your body’s just doing it- you know, you’re conscious but also not that conscious-”
“uh-huh-“
“yeah, so i was kind of in and out of it before i fully woke up, and at one point, i swear that yoongi was in the room with me.” namjoon frowns, “like- i was sitting in the rocking chair when i fully woke up, but before that, when i was semi-conscious, i was sure that yoongi was lying a couple feet away from me right over there.” he turns over his shoulder to point towards the area by the bottom of the staircase, “he was on his stomach with his head turned towards me- well, then i passed out again, and when i opened my eyes the next time, he… he wasn’t there anymore. i just- he was there! it wasn’t just a bunch of clothes or a couple of empty cardboard boxes piled up together- yoongi was here. i know he was.”
yeah
if you ever need more proof of this house being not quite a normal house… this would make solid evidence
you’re not really sure how to respond to namjoon
you don’t wanna tell him that stranger things have happened because you knoW he gets nervous really easily
and you don’t wanna have to deal with a jittery namjoon anD a weird-ass house at the same time
there’s only so much you can handle!
“we… should probably get out of here.” you clear your throat before getting up off the rocking chair and dusting your bum off, “there’s no use in waiting for the others to come for us… plus, i said that we were all supposed to go back to our meeting spot in twenty minutes, and i’m pretty sure it’s nearing twenty minutes-”
“yeah, i guess you’re right-” namjoon gets up off the ground and blinks owlishly at you when you stick your hand out, “are… are we going to hold hands?”
“what?” you snort, “no. gimme the flashlight-”
“why do you get to lead the way?” namjoon pouts, pulling his hand away before you get a chance to snaTch the flashlight from him
“oh, i’m sorry-” you step aside before gesturing up towards the door, “would you like to do the honours, brave knight?”
“maybe i would-” namjoon looks up at the door and immediately clams up
it’s
uh
it’s pretty dark out there
he immediately hands you the flashlight and you roll your eyes playfully
yeah
that’s what you thought
“so, do you know where we’re going?”
“i don’t, because this house is a literal maze, but i’m sure we’ll be able to make it back to the main-” you step out from the room, tilting your head curiously when you realise that the wall has disappeared and the corridor leading back to the kitchen has mysteriously returned, “…area.”
you keep quiet as you take a couple of steps forward, sticking your arm out and waving it around in the open air to make sure that this isn’t a weird illusion or anything
huh
it’s brighter now because of the moonlight streaming into the kitchen, but…
what the hell?
“that’s… huh.” you mutter to yourself before shaking your head, “very… huh.”
“what’s the matter?” namjoon asks before turning to look over his shoulder down the long, dark hallway
he doesn’t know where that leads to but he certainly doesn’t want to find out
he shudders before wrapping his arms around himself
hopefully you don’t decide to take that route
you turn around to shine the flashlight on namjoon, “well, okay, i know i’m going to sound crazy, but just bear with me for a second- well, there was a corridor, you see- this corridor, to be specific- but when my match died and tae disappeared and all that, the corridor actually-” you suddenly stop talking upon noticing a speck of dust float past namjoon’s head and you follow it with your eyes warily
“actually what?” namjoon frowns, scrunching his nose when the dust tickles the tip of it, “why’d you stop talking?”
“just… wait…” you whisper, following the speck with your light
you don’t quite know how to feel about the dust yet… because the last time you saw dust, it led you here
…hey, wait!
it led you here!
to namjoon!
huh
maybe the dust is like,.,. some kind of a guide or something?
maybe it’s trying to help you get out of this place!
that’s definitely a good thi-
“woAH-!”
all of a sudden, namjoon collapses to the ground, a groan of pain slipping past his lips when his forehead smacks against the floor, “what the fu-!”
everything seems to happen so rapidly and you don’t even get a chance to react before he’s suddenly being dragged backwards by an unknown force, your eyes widening in horror at the sight
“Y/N! HELP ME!” namjoon hollers, digging his nails into the floorboard in a poor attempt to anchor himself and aVOID being pulled back by whatever has its grips around his ankles
“NAMJOON!” you immediately fall to your knees before scrambling forward, the flashlight clattering to the ground as you reach over to grab onto namjoon’s hands
he’s holding onto your hands so tightly to the point that you can barely feel them but you’re gripping onto his hands just as hard
you manage to get back up onto your feet, though you’re still crouching down slightly
being on your feet gives you a little more leverage and you feel like you have a better grip on namjoon’s hands
you wince when you feel the muscles in your arms starting to strain from how strenuous this is, “h-hold on, namjoon! hold on!”
you curse to yourself when you end up falling back on your knees, but you quickly put one leg up to try to pin yourself down to the spot
all of a sudden, whatever’s in the darkness yanks namjoon back particularly roughly and you quickly fumble to trap both of namjoon’s wrists under your armpits so that you can grab onto his forearms
“i’ve got you, i-”
it’s only a second later that you hear a sickening CRACK and consequently feel both of namjoon’s arms giving out slightly
“oh, GOD-!” you feel sick to your stomach when you realise that both of namjoon’s arms have dislocated from their sockets because of how hard he’s being pulled in both directions
“MY ARMS!” namjoon sobs hoarsely, his face scrunching up in discomfort, “IT HURTS- OH, GOD, IT HURTS- Y/N, HELP ME-”
“j-just hold on, namjoon, don’t- NO!”
namjoon’s arms slip from your grip before slumping onto the ground, and before you know it-
“Y/N, PLEASE! PLEASE, I DON’T WANNA DIE-!”
you catch one final glimpse of his face before he completely disappears into the darkness
“NAMJOON!” your chest rises and falls rapidly as you grab the flashlight up off the ground and quickly get back up onto your feet, the sounds of namjoon’s helpless screams and his body being violently tossed around echoing down the dark hallway
What do you want to do?
> [A]: Follow Namjoon! There’s no time! You have to save him!
> [B]: You need help! You clearly can’t save him alone! Go find the others now!
Place your vote here.
You have one hour.
Good luck.
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CHAPTER FIVE; The dust.
(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation; (4) the basement
Player has chosen: [A] Follow Namjoon!
“oh, god, okay-!” you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet in an attempt to hype yourself up, “okay, i can do this, we can do this-!”
you grip tightens around your little flashlight as you shine it down the hallway, but it doesn’t seem to do anything which doesn’t make you feel very confident in the choice you’re about to make
“come on…” you grumble, shaking the light from side to side to see if that does anything
it’s almost like the darkness is absorbing any kind of light
great!
so you’re about to run down a dark hallway and you literally can’t see anything
“Y/N-!”
the haunting echo of namjoon’s desperate cries makes you jump and you shake your head quickly before puffing your cheeks out and letting out a breath
you have to follow namjoon!!
by the time you run back to find the others, he’ll be long gone!!
there’s no time!!
“I’M COMING, NAMJOON-!” you holler, forcing any semblance of doubt ouT of your mind before suddenly bursting into a sprint
the sound of your shoes slapping down against the floor bounces off the walls around you
you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest
it doesn’t take very long for the darkness to completely consume your vision, and you find yourself speeding up thanks to the copious amount of adrenaline currently coursing through your veins
“piece of shit-!” you curse, hastily tossing the useless flashlight over your shoulder when you realise that it’s doing nothing to help you
you feel the breeze blowing past your face and your hair whipping behind you as you continue to run
you have no idea where this hallway leads to or if it even ends because you feel like you’ve been running for way longer than you should be
like you feel like at this point you would’ve crashed into a corner or something
is this just.., an eternal hallway?!
once again: WHO designed this damn house?!!?
“Y/N, HURRY-!”
“HOLD ON, NAMJOO- oH-!” a gasp slips past your lips when you suddenly find yourself stumbling to the ground
you let out a groan when your knees collide with the marble floors before your palms smack down on it
and when you look up-
what the hell?
“what the hell?” you breathe out, your eyes widening when you realise that you’re…
you’re back in the kitchen.
“what the hell-!” you scramble up onto your feet before turning to where the corridor-
you feel like bursting into tears when you see that the corridor’s been replaced with a wall
oh god
okay
okay!
what should you do now?
“find everyone, i-i should find everyone-” you nod to yourself before turning back to head to the swinging double doors, “f-find everyone, and then we’ll save joon together-”
you run out of the kitchen to head back to the main area, slowing down your pace when you see that no one’s at the meeting spot
it has to have been more than twenty minutes
“guys?” you breathe out, reaching out to run a hand through your hair
you said twenty minutes and everyone HAD to be be back here, no exceptions!
could it be that,.,.,.
that the house is taken the others, too?
“oh, come on…” you place your hands on your hips before looking up at the chandelier, “come on!”
you’re tempted to just call out for the boys, but you feel like attracting attention to yourself isn’t exactly the best idea
and-
“y/n, there you are!”
you spin around to see jungkook and a couple of the others walking towards you, “we’ve been looking all over for you!”
you smile for the first time since being here when you see that taehyung, yoongi, hoseok, and seokjin are trailing behind jimin and jungkook
that’s good
that’s good, because now all you have to do is find namjoon together (you’re never going to suggest splitting up ever again) and then you guys can get the hell out of here
it’s probably the wrong moment to think of this, but you feel a little disappointed knowing that you’re going to have to give up your starbucks coupon
you were going to treat yourself to a venti the next time you went to starbucks and now you’ll have to pay full-priCE
…damn
maybe you should’ve paired up with jimin
taehyung was a useless teammate!
“you guys! oh, thank god.” you breathe out, bending over and placing your hands on your knees, “you have no idea what i’ve been through-”
“we’ve been through exactly what you’ve been through,” hoseok chirps, shuddering before wrapping his arms around himself, “this house gives me the creeps!
“we can’t leave just yet because we still haven’t-”
“no offence, but you look winded-” yoongi snorts, tilting his head, “what, did you just run a marathon?”
“no!” your breathing is still a little shallow but your heart has calmed down significantly now that you’re here with the boys, “i just-”
“i’m pretty tired. there are a lot of staircases in this house!” seokjin butts in, wincing as he shakes his legs out, “i mean, seriously. why not put everything on one level? that’s what i would’ve done if i built this place.”
this is getting ridiculous
if everyone would just shut up for one second so you can explain the vERY important situation, that would be really nice!
“okay, yeah- can you let me-”
“hey, by the way- why’d you abandon me in the kitchen?” taehyung frowns before swinging his bat so it’s sitting up over his shoulder, “some teammate you are.”
“what?” you shake your head in disagreement, slightly confused as to why taehyung’s acting so casual about the mysterious disappearing corridor
you can’t help but wonder if… maybe everyone’s been experiencing different versions of the house?
does that even make any sense?
taehyung says that you abandoned him - maybe the house made him think that you abandoned him
“you abandoned me! one second, we were in the kitchen. the next second, you weren’t there anymore. that’s not how a team works, y/n-”
okay
you don’t have time to figure out the ins and outs of this terrifying maze house because there’s currently a broken, floppy-armed namjoon somewhere who needs your guys’ help
“i didn’t abandon you- look, there’s no time-!” you wave your hands in front of you, “there’s no time, we have to go and save-”
“before you say anything-” jungkook holds his finger up to shut you up before stepping aside, “look who we found!”
your heart immediately drops to your stomach when namjoon steps out from behind him, looking perfectly fine
what?
how is that possible?
“nam- but-” you stammer, slowly raising your hand to point at namjoon, “b-but i saw you-”
“jungkook and jimin told me about the competition…” he smiles at you before holding both perfectly functioning and not at all dislocated arms behind his back, “i wanted you and tae to win, but you guys were taking forever!”
“i guess this means jimin and i are the best team ever.” jungkook kisses his teeth before shrugging, moving aside when namjoon turns to reenter the huddle, “what can i say? you should’ve stuck with me.”
“looks like i get to keep my strawberry flavoured condom.” jimin giggles, “and that starbucks coupon of yours…”
you tune out the sound of jimin’s voice as you look around at everyone
something isn’t right
well, you already knew that something isn’t right with this house, but now…
you glance at hoseok, noticing that he no longer has a smile on his face - he stares off into space with a blank expression, his eyelids blinking lazily
five minutes ago, you were with namjoon in that basement
your eyes trail over to yoongi, who coughs into his fist before clearing his throat quietly
he opens his mouth and reaches up to grip his face with one hand before moving his jaw from side to side
crack-crack-crack
four minutes ago, you were leaving that basement with namjoon and finding it weird that the corridor had suddenly returned
taehyung and seokjin are both shifting in their spots, twitching and occasionally scratching at their skin every now and then a little too aggressively for your liking
in fact, they’re scratching themselves so hard that red marks are starting to appear in their skin
three minutes ago, you were desperately clinging to namjoon - and feeling his arms dislodge from their sockets - because something in the darkness was yanking him away from you
and when you look over at namjoon, you’re more than uncomfortable to see him standing as still as a statue, staring directly at you with a small smile on his face
he’s not blinking either
two minutes ago, you were chasing namjoon down a dark hallway only to end right back up in the kitchen
you feel your stomach starting to do flip-flops when you look down, noticing that jungkook’s hand doesn’t seem to be lining up with his bones - the flesh is all loose and wrinkly - you jump when he suddenly reaches down to yank down the sleeve of his sweater so that most of his hand is covered up
one minute ago, you ran back to the main area and turned to see 7/8 - or, 8/8 boys walking towards you, all looking perfectly fine
“y/n? what’s the matter with you?” jimin stops mid-ramble before frowning in concern, “is everything okay?”
and since when did jimin have such sunken, grey bags under his eyes?
you swallow thickly when it hits you
not only is something not quite right with this house-
something isn’t quite right…
with the boys.
“yes!” you blurt out, feeling your heart beginning to pound in your chest again, “everything’s fine. sorry! i’m just… just a little hungry, i guess. haven’t eaten in hours.”
“ah. i see.”
you feel the blood drain from your face when you start to notice small specks of dust floating around the group of boys, and your eyes flicker to the side to see if there’s dust anywhere else
no
the dust seems to just centre around them and nothing else
okay
don’t panic
do NOT panic
act normal
as far as you’re concerned, your only goal now is to get yourself out of this house
“well, we should-” your voice wavers a little and you clear your throat, “now that we’ve found everyone, we should probably get out of here.” you turn on your heel before heading towards the two large doors - that you’re assuming and hoping to be the front doors - speeding up a little when you hear the boys start to move
“we should!” jungkook chirps, “…or we could stay.”
your shoes screech against the marble floors as you come to a halt
you turn your head slightly, “and why would we- why would we do that?”
“don’t you wanna stay here?” taehyung takes one large step to the side so that he’s standing on the right side of jungkook
“we could play hide and seek!” jimin offers, taking a large step as well so that he’s on the right side of jungkook
“i don’t… i don’t want to play.” you reach out for the doorknob and give it a twist, “i wanna go. i-i wanna leave.”
it doesn’t budge
you grab the other knob before trying to turn it as well - even going as far as to yank at it - but you try to stay calm because you don’t wanna show the boys how desperate you are to get out of here
the other one doesn’t budge either
you feel a lump growing in your throat when you realise that you don’t know how to leave this hous-
“you can’t leave without saying goodbye, first.”
what?
you turn around slowly, unsettled to see that the boys are now standing in some sort of arrow formation with jungkook in the front
their faces have now changed - they look like themselves, except their skin is paler, their eyes are impossibly wide, and their mouths are all turned up in a smile that basically goes from ear to ear
“g-goodbye to who?” your voice is barely above a whisper and you step back to press yourself up against the door when they take one step forward together
“goodbye to Her.”
you can hear jungkook’s voice as clear as day, but his mouth isn’t moving at all and is just frozen in that hideously wide grin
more and more speckles of dust begin to swirl around them and you find that you’re unable to look away from their faces
they just look so…
so creepy
“wh-who is… who is…” your chest starts to rise and fall a little quicker and you wrap your fingers around the knob blindly before giving it another twist, “who are you talking about?”
“oh, y/n… don’t you see? She has been waiting for you.”
all of their heads suddenly snap back so they’re all looking at the farthest corner of the room and you lean over a little to look as well
“oh, god.” you whimper upon noticing a shadow emerging from the darkness, “what the fuck?”
more and more dust starts to appear around it, and you can see it slowly becoming a three-dimensional figure
it suddenly leaps forward before crouching down, moving in a way so that the bones in its shoulders seem to be shifting
it rises to its feet slowly before leaping once again
“She wishes for your smile…”
you hear jimin’s voice in place of jungkook’s and you quickly look back over at the group
he’s the only one looking at you, while the others are still facing away
he tilts his head slowly before hooking two fingers into either sides of his mouth and stretching his mouth into an even wider grin, his skin almost comically elastic
“and your smile, She shall get.”
the shadow starts to move faster, almost prancing from one random spot to another
you can feel it staring directly at you even though it doesn’t have any eyes
“no, no-!” you press yourself up harder against the door and blindly reach behind you, the knob now rattling from how hard you’re twisting and pulling at it
She’s coming for you
and She’s coming for you now.
What do ÿ̴̧̭̝́͂͆o̶̫͇͓͂̂̇u̸̺̟̟͆̋͘ ̵̞͊w̴̠̦̹̓̏a̶̜̱̾͋̑n̵͔̖̰̄̈́t̵̥́̔͝ ̷̥̜́̆to do?
> [A] RUN! Why are you still standing here? Get out of here now!
> [B] STAY AND FIGHT! You’ve kept yourself alive for this long - you can (probably) take her, right?
Place your vote ḥ̵̗̀̑̄ẽ̸͓̻̾̇r̸̮̿͘e̶̙̐.
You have one hour.
Good luck.
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CHAPTER SIX; The room.
(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation; (4) the basement; (5) the dust
Player has chosen: [B] Stay and fight!
“no, no-!” you press yourself up harder against the door, the knob now rattling from how hard you’re twisting and pulling at it
She’s coming for you
and She’s coming for you now.
your breathing starts to quicken when the shadow leaps closer and closer to the front, and the boys part so that she has a direct path to you
running away will be useless because the house might change its structure while you’re running and could lead you straight back here
so it looks like you’re going to have to go with the only other option you have
because if you’re going to die tonight…
then you’re going to go down kicking.
you sprint forward, taking advantage of the fact that most of the boys (jimin still has his eyes on you with his face pulled into that horrific grin) are facing away from you - that baseball bat was yours to begin with and you definitely need it now more than ever
as soon as you get your hands on the bat, taehyung’s head snaps back around with a sickening KRACK! and for the first time since all of this bullshit started, you finally let out an ear-piercing scream at how much more terrifying he looks up close
his eyes are stretched open so wide that you can see the perfect spherical shapes of his eyeballs and the decaying, black flesh under his eyelids
“give me the fucking-!“ you yank the bat from his grip in one swift movement before hurling it up over your shoulder and immediately swinging so that it collides with the side of taehyung’s head, “take that!”
you feel a little bit of pressure from the impact but you’re highly disappointed to see the bat swing right through his head, the dust particles dissipating before reforming once again
“wh- what?!” you give taehyung another hard whack, watching a chunk on his shoulder disappear for a brief second before the dust flutters back into place, “are you kidding me?!”
…you probably should’ve run away while you had the chance.
you start to get all of the boys’ attention at this point, their heads snapping back to the front one by one
“shit, shit, shit-“ your eyes flicker back and forth as you try to come up with a game plan as quickly as you possibly can when they begin to approach you slowly, taking one large step forward together at a time
you’re not sure where She went off to but it seems like it’s just you and the boys again, which brings you a strange sense of relief
at least you don’t have to deal with Her anymore!
you just have to deal with SEVEN other supernatural beings!
“…there’s no use, y/n… you cannot defeat Her…”
jungkook’s voice echoes around you once again and you freeze when the others stop while he continues to inch towards you with his hands clasped behind his back
he tilts his head and you find yourself tilting yours too
...
in a flash, he’s lunging forward in an attempt to grab you and you manage to dodge him only to collide right into namjoon’s chest
“…even if you leave this house, She will follow… She will cling to you…”
namjoon wraps his arms around you but you drop to your knees before he gets the chance to trap you
you scramble back up to your feet, “get away from me!” you roar, swinging the bat at namjoon only to see it glide right through his body
fuck!
“…She will live in the darkest depths of your mind…”
as each second ticks by, their faces start to become more and more distorted, their bodies becoming more disfigured
you feel your stomach turn when you watch yoongi practically unhinge his jaw, his pale, bony fingers reaching up to-
crack-crack-crack
“every dark corner, every shadow, every speck of dust in the air, She will be there…”
dark dust begins to swirl around in the air and you instinctively squint as to noT get any of it in your eyes
even through the haze, you can see that the corners of everyone’s mouths are now basically up to their ears
you can see their flesh started to rip at how hard their skin is being pulled
“…the brief moments that your eyes are closed are the moments that She will appear…”
“shut- shut up!” your breathing starts to quicken when you realise that you’re being backed into a corner, and you stick your bat out to try to keep them away from you, “don’t come any closer!”
“…She’ll wait for you to turn the lights off every night… wait until you’re just starting to fall asleep…”
“is that all you’ve got, you dusty sons of bitches-?!” you cough, now drowning in flurry of black dust, “if i had a vacuum cleaner, it’d be over for you freaks-”
you feel your grip loosen on the baseball bat as your head starts to spin
oh god
this is it
“no matter where you go… She will follow you. She will be there.”
the last thing you see before you completely pass out are seven wide grins
and then everything goes black
…
…
…
it’s… cold.
why is it cold?
you open your eyes slowly, your vision blurry and completely out of focus
your body is aching
your head is spinning
your ears are ringing
your throat is burning
a pained groan slips past your lips as you struggle to get yourself up off the ground
the smooth marble feels cool under your palms as you push yourself up slowly
“oh, god…” you whisper, reaching up to press the back of your hand against your forehead, “where… am i?”
the room is completely empty
no furniture
no loose papers
no clothes
no tools
no one
nothing
a single beam of moonlight shines down on you through the cracked hole in the ceiling and you raise your hand to shield your face before squinting
huh
full moon
and then it hits you
are you back on the top floor of this stupid house?
“are you kidding me?” you groan quietly, getting up onto your feet
you look up at the hole in the ceiling, wishing more than anything you could somehow jump and just bounce right out of this house
you’d give anything to get out of this place
you huff before placing your hands on your hips, taking a step back and looking down-
x marks the spot
suddenly, everything floods back into your mind at once
the drawing
the drawing in that journal
the one of the-
that.,., that weird octagon shape with the red x in the middle
you didn’t think anything of it when you first saw it because you thought it was just,.., well you though it was just a random journal with random scribbles and stuff but-
you look around quickly, your eyes widening to see that this isn’t just a regular room with regular walls
oh HELL no
mirrors?
this is just a room full of mirrors?!
“no, no…” you rush over to one of them before placing your hands flat on the cool surface, “oh my god, get me out of here-!” you smack your hand against the mirror before pressing your forehead against it
your face crumples slightly but you manage to keep yourself from completely bursting into tears
okay!
you know what
this is fine
it’s a good thing you’re in here, because that means that no one can get you now, right?
you don’t have to fight off any dust-boys or any creepy, three-dimensional She shadows
you’re safe in here!
you swallow thickly as you walk backwards to the centre of the octagon, looking around and watching your reflections doing the same
“guess it’s just me… and me, and me, and me…” you joke weakly, placing your hands on your hips before taking a look around at all of your reflections
…god, is that really what you look like from the side?
eugh
this certainly isn’t the right moment to be thinking this, but have you ever considered a nose job?
you know that they have those non-surgical ones so you don’t even have to-
you freeze upon noticing that one of your reflections - the one directly in front of you, to be more specific…
it’s not facing you.
that’s not right
this is… this is a mirror
you should be staring right back at your own face right now, so why are you… why are you staring at your back?
god
this house is really something, isn’t it?
disappearing corridors and random spiralling staircases and now even the damn mirrors don’t work right
you tilt your head curiously, watching the reflection tilt her head as well
you raise your left leg before wiggling your foot, watching as she does it too
“must be a trick mirror.” you mutter to yourself before squeezing your eyes shut
this is just because you’ve been up all night and you’re currently in a very anxiety-inducing situation
and it’s also because this house is cursed
it’s making your mind play tricks on you!
you peel open your eyes slowly once again and…
ah!
there we go
you smile in relief when your reflection smiles back at you
you lift your right arm before waving your hand back and forth gently and your reflection does the same
see?
it was all in your head
“all in my head.” you snort before glancing over your shoulder to look at the mirror that your back is facing, wondering if that mirror is messed up too
nope
that one’s working just fine because you’re staring at your butt right now
“alright, well… might as well try to find a way out of here.” you mumble to yourself, turning around fully to walk towards the back mirror
you walk up to it before gripping both sides of it, leaning over a little and feeling for any trick buttons or little levers or anything
you’re sure that one of these mirrors has to be a door or something
there has to be a way out
if there wasn’t a way out, then how did you get here in the first place, right?
your eyes flicker over your-
your heart skips a beat when you notice that the mirror that should be showing you your back… well, now you’re staring at your front
you turn around quickly, feeling the blood draining from your face when the reflection directly in front of you is the only one that doesn’t move
it’s just… frozen
that’s not right
a second ago, your reflection was doing exactly what you were doing even though it was facing the other way
it was tilting its head
it was raising its leg
it was waving its hand
you take a step forward cautiously, keeping your eyes glued on your frozen reflection
you raise your arm slowly to wave your hand again, but this time, it doesn’t do the same
also
if this is your reflection, it’s supposed to look like you, isn’t it?
somehow… that doesn’t look like you at all
the you in the mirror…
she’s much paler than you are
her hair is longer, darker, more matted
she’s wearing the same clothes as you are, except they look dirtier and more tattered
but the one thing that’s freaking you out the most?
she has no mouth
it’s just smooth flesh in place of where her mouth should be
you stay as still as you possibly can and watch in horror when she raises her right arm and-
tap
tap
tap
her finger drums gently against the glass in three slow knocks, and you press your lips together tightly to suppress the scream that you feel bubbling up in your throat
“what… what do you… what do you want from me?” you whimper, although you already know the answer to that question
jimin’s words from earlier suddenly ring in your mind
She wants your smile
she tilts her head, the apples of her cheeks suddenly plumping up
and your smile, She shall get
she digs her two pointer fingers underneath her cheeks before pushing upwards and you find yourself pressing up harder against the back mirror when her eyes widen and her fingers shove up more aggressively into her flesh
you shake your head no and her hands quickly drop from her face
her eyes soften as if she’s mocking the terrified expression you have on your face right now before she takes a step back
to your surprise, she leaps over to the next mirror, twirling around delicately before suddenly slamming herself right up against the mirror
her eyes have gone back to their widened, frenzied state and you can’t help but let out a whimper
she leaps into the next mirror and you find that you’re frozen to the spot and that you can only turn your head so that you can keep track of her prancing from mirror to mirror
she reaches up to grip at her face, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her cheeks before she claws down her face and drags the skin under her eyes downwards
“god, please… please, no…” you shake your head no again but she nods her head yes
your eyes begin to well with tears, your chin starting to tremble
she pushes herself up off the mirror before spinning around to the next mirror, flinging her arms up into the air carelessly
she’s getting closer and closer to you
you manage to pry your feet up off the ground before stumbling over to the other side of the room as far away as Her as possible
you turn back to look at Her to see that she’s now in the mirror that you were just leaning against
from here, the light is shining down on you but making the other parts of the room look especially dark, yet you can still see the whites of her eyes as clear as day
you see the smooth flesh of where her mouth should be stretching taut, her eyes going impossibly wide
she raises her arm again, only this time, her fingers are curled into a tight fist
you let out a scream when she suddenly pounds against the mirror, and she seems to take delight in your fear, raising her other hand and starting to pound furiously on the glass-
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Bonsaidaddy!joon i want to let u know yoongi and y/n married each other with donut rings
“Wait, what?!”
“-!”
“That’s right, you son of a bitch. You’re lucky I’m so nice, letting you date my wife-”
“Yoongi!”
talk to cee’s super lame and not as cool as demon!yoongi characters
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man, yoongi's halloween costumes keep getting better and better, don't you think, jungkook? have you seen the horns on his head?? super realistic, right??
“Woah. These are super pointy. How’d you get them like that? What are these even made out of? Resin? And they’re on there really securely-”
Superglue. I super glued them onto my head.
“Now that’s what I call commitment, my man! Gimme a fist-bum-”
Don’t touch me.
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WHY WERENT ROOMIE TAE AND YN MARIO AND PEACH ??!,!?!????!?!?
“Y/N wanted to be Mario, which meant I would’ve had to be Peach, which I would’ve been fine with except I probably would have hulked out of the dress-”
“The girl-Mario costume is way cuter than the Peach costume!! Look at this little overall-skirt situation! Plus, Peach’s dress is really flimsy and kind of itchy-”
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