O hai there.
It's me again. Sigh. Another fan fiction. I really should start finishing the ones I start. Oh well, when I'm older and have nothing to do I can go back and finish them all.
Back on track, I've been trying to expand my writing by trying to write some of the more... 'sinister'... pieces of writing. Don't worry, I'm rather squeamish myself everything should be readable. It's mostly just the sinister mindset, if that makes sense.
Well, I decided to base this fan fic around the Trick House in RSE, so enjoy. It's in chapters, so if you they should be longer, just say so here.
--Chapter 1--
Cradling his head in his arms, Adrian awoke from his concussion. He couldn't remember how he came to be in this place, the last thing he remembered was his battle against that stranger. And that memory was only faint.
What happened? Where am I?
Adrian looked around at his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit room. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't his. The source of the light was a dusty lamp sitting on a bedside table adjacent to a single bed. There was a cupboard, but it wouldn't open. Adrian didn't bother trying to open it, he just wanted to leave. He approached the door and noticed its handle. It was large and bronze, contrast to the white door it was occupying. Nevertheless, Adrian grasped the handle and tried to open the door. It was locked. With a sigh of frustration Adrian tightly gripped the door handle and pulled. He pulled and grunted, trying to summon the strength to release himself from confinement, but he couldn't. He began to worry.
Where am I? Have I been kidnapped?! Where're my Pokemon?!
A short blast of static distracted Adrian from worrying. There was a small speaker on the wall, and it was demanding attention. The static stopped and a mans voice spoke. It did not sound like a recorded message.
"Ah, awake at last. A late riser, are we not? -"
"Let me go!" Adrian interrupted the message with a plea. Fear was not apparent in his voice, he spoke as if he was demanding.
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Now! Now, now, now, now, NOW!"
"SHUT UP, COW!" The voice lost its patience easily, but with a small cough reverted back to its emotionless state. "You have ten minutes to find the key out of this humble abode. Fail, and you'll receive a consolation prize of suffocating, life-ending carbon monoxide. Enjoy."
Before Adrian could protest the speaker had cut out and began playing filler music. He began to casually look for something resembling a key - he didn't want to seem to worried in case he was being pranked. He glanced at his watch - seven minutes left. He hadn't made any progress, but it was only a small room. Five minutes, still nothing.
It's okay, remain calm, there's only three minutes. Just close out the world and think.
For the love of God I wish that twit would have left the music off, it's not like I'll need it...
Adrian opened his eyes and faced the speaker, listening to the music. He could tell it was a Madonna song, and it sounded like sandpaper against his ears.
Open your heart to me, baby
You'll hold the lock and I hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin'
I'll give you love if you, you turn the key...
Adrian paused at the second line he heard and began to fiddle with the case of the speaker. Not much moved. Bemused with his failings at opening items, he forcefully punched the side of the speaker. The speaker abruptly stopped playing music, and the case fell to the ground. Searching through the small casing, Adrian found a small key with the letters "T.M." engraved.
Smirking, Adrian turned the key in the lock and exited the room. He wondered if his Pokemon would be waiting for him on the other side. Well, whatever it was, he hoped it wasn't "love".
It's me again. Sigh. Another fan fiction. I really should start finishing the ones I start. Oh well, when I'm older and have nothing to do I can go back and finish them all.
Back on track, I've been trying to expand my writing by trying to write some of the more... 'sinister'... pieces of writing. Don't worry, I'm rather squeamish myself everything should be readable. It's mostly just the sinister mindset, if that makes sense.
Well, I decided to base this fan fic around the Trick House in RSE, so enjoy. It's in chapters, so if you they should be longer, just say so here.
--Chapter 1--
Cradling his head in his arms, Adrian awoke from his concussion. He couldn't remember how he came to be in this place, the last thing he remembered was his battle against that stranger. And that memory was only faint.
What happened? Where am I?
Adrian looked around at his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit room. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't his. The source of the light was a dusty lamp sitting on a bedside table adjacent to a single bed. There was a cupboard, but it wouldn't open. Adrian didn't bother trying to open it, he just wanted to leave. He approached the door and noticed its handle. It was large and bronze, contrast to the white door it was occupying. Nevertheless, Adrian grasped the handle and tried to open the door. It was locked. With a sigh of frustration Adrian tightly gripped the door handle and pulled. He pulled and grunted, trying to summon the strength to release himself from confinement, but he couldn't. He began to worry.
Where am I? Have I been kidnapped?! Where're my Pokemon?!
A short blast of static distracted Adrian from worrying. There was a small speaker on the wall, and it was demanding attention. The static stopped and a mans voice spoke. It did not sound like a recorded message.
"Ah, awake at last. A late riser, are we not? -"
"Let me go!" Adrian interrupted the message with a plea. Fear was not apparent in his voice, he spoke as if he was demanding.
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Now! Now, now, now, now, NOW!"
"SHUT UP, COW!" The voice lost its patience easily, but with a small cough reverted back to its emotionless state. "You have ten minutes to find the key out of this humble abode. Fail, and you'll receive a consolation prize of suffocating, life-ending carbon monoxide. Enjoy."
Before Adrian could protest the speaker had cut out and began playing filler music. He began to casually look for something resembling a key - he didn't want to seem to worried in case he was being pranked. He glanced at his watch - seven minutes left. He hadn't made any progress, but it was only a small room. Five minutes, still nothing.
It's okay, remain calm, there's only three minutes. Just close out the world and think.
For the love of God I wish that twit would have left the music off, it's not like I'll need it...
Adrian opened his eyes and faced the speaker, listening to the music. He could tell it was a Madonna song, and it sounded like sandpaper against his ears.
Open your heart to me, baby
You'll hold the lock and I hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin'
I'll give you love if you, you turn the key...
Adrian paused at the second line he heard and began to fiddle with the case of the speaker. Not much moved. Bemused with his failings at opening items, he forcefully punched the side of the speaker. The speaker abruptly stopped playing music, and the case fell to the ground. Searching through the small casing, Adrian found a small key with the letters "T.M." engraved.
Smirking, Adrian turned the key in the lock and exited the room. He wondered if his Pokemon would be waiting for him on the other side. Well, whatever it was, he hoped it wasn't "love".
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