Welcome Home - Phantom of the Opera AU
Part 2/?
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Content warning.
Mentions of the dead, blood, and eyeballs.
You woke up a little past midnight. Looking out the window, all you could see was a dark blanket over the sky scattered with bright white stars.
You slowly opened your front door, careful to not make a loud ruckus that would wake the other neighbors. Your door closed with a quiet click and you started to walk down the path to the old house.
Approaching the old house, you stop and stare at it. Something about it seemed familiar.
You hesitated about grabbing the doorknob. Wasn’t this illegal?
Shaking off the bad thoughts, you take a deep breath and opened the door.
How in the world is this door unlocked?you thought to yourself.
You stepped inside and closed the door. A CRASH! could be heard from the other room. You jumped at the sudden noise and stared around wildly.
“Who’s there?” You whispered.
Candles lit all around the room, lighting a path downward.
“y/n…” an unfamiliar voice echoed.
The voice came from the end of the path, wherever the candles were leading, someone who knew you was waiting.
You tugged at the doorknob, trying to get it to open. You were unsuccessful.
Sighing, you reluctantly take the path to the Below, curious of what you would find.
Every few steps, you would hear the voice saying different things to you.
“don’t be scared…”
“follow my voice”
“your family has told you about me, why do you hesitate?”
You finally reached the final steps, and what met you at the end was a large organ with something (or someone) hunched over. Sheet music was scattered everywhere, candle wax was melted onto every wall.
Stepping into the large room, you weren’t exactly paying any mind to where you were stepping, and…
C-crack
The figure who was hunched over the organ quickly turned around, their formally steady breathing was staggered.
You took a deep breath and said, “I’m awfully sorry to intrude… but I…” you tried to think of an excuse to why you broke in, but you decided honesty was the best, “I wanted to find out what this old house held inside, I can leave if you want me to-“
“Nonsense!” The figure interrupted standing up quickly, rushing towards you to greet you. “Now, let me introduce myself to you, chérie/chéri.” They took your hand with one hand and took off their hood with the other, revealing a large, blue pompadour and a smiling yellow face with a white mask covering half of it. His eyes were droopy with eye bags underneath. “My name is Wally, Wally Darling.” He pecked your hand with his lips and bowed.
You were at a loss for words, but, he was a fairly attractive male, who was treating you like royalty, who wouldn’t be?
“Now dear angel, what is your name?”
“Umm… I’m Y/n.”
“Y/n…” he sang, as if savoring your name.
You weren’t sure of what to say, you had broken into his house, he treats you like a royal, and now you’re stuck in silence.
“Well, I will say, your voice is that of an angel, dear.” He said softly, breaking the silence.
“I’ve never heard that about my talking voice.” You admitted.
“I’m not just talking about your speaking, Y/n. I’m talking about your gift…”
“My singing isn’t a gift…”
“Oh don’t be foolish, it can mesmerize even the blackest of hearts.”
“Wait, how have you heard my singing?”
“Oh my angel… I hear everything.”
You swallowed, should you be scared?
“Oh, just forget what I said… say, is it morning already?” He said changing the subject.
You looked around for a clock, none could be found.
“You better run along darling. I’ll see you soon.”
You followed his advice and began to trudge up the stairway. As you walked on the carpet, the house seemed to wake up and spit you out of the back door, where no one could see you.
Looking around, you realize Wally was right… it was daylight.
You wondered how Howdy was doing. You decided you would spend the day helping him around the shop. What could happen?
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