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fluxscape2021-07-04 11:49 pm
tolduimapsycho) wrote in fluxscape2021-07-04 11:49 pm
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Closed - So no one told you life was gonna be this way....
Who: Mister Scratch, Alan Wake, and Alice Wake.
Where: Bird Leg Cabin
When: Just after Alan and Alice arrive on July 4th.
What: Deja vu evidently now comes with the world's worst roommate.
Warnings: Language, knives, mentions of violence and stalking, awful bachelor living.
Besides the part where it's in the middle of the desert instead of in the middle of a lake, the Cabin is exactly as you remember it. Vaguely owl-like in appearance, almost cute were it not for the memories attached. Before even entering, you are aware that the interior is Dark. Not just dark, but Dark, in a way that you can feel as you come closer.
Faintly, inside, you can hear music coming from upstairs - some distant, weird, godforsaken bubblegum pop sort of ditty that feels distorted by wooden walls and circumstance.
The door is locked.
Lucky for you - or unlucky, depending on your frame of mind - the current occupant is no longer the only one with a key.
Where: Bird Leg Cabin
When: Just after Alan and Alice arrive on July 4th.
What: Deja vu evidently now comes with the world's worst roommate.
Warnings: Language, knives, mentions of violence and stalking, awful bachelor living.
Besides the part where it's in the middle of the desert instead of in the middle of a lake, the Cabin is exactly as you remember it. Vaguely owl-like in appearance, almost cute were it not for the memories attached. Before even entering, you are aware that the interior is Dark. Not just dark, but Dark, in a way that you can feel as you come closer.
Faintly, inside, you can hear music coming from upstairs - some distant, weird, godforsaken bubblegum pop sort of ditty that feels distorted by wooden walls and circumstance.
The door is locked.
Lucky for you - or unlucky, depending on your frame of mind - the current occupant is no longer the only one with a key.
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The way the darkness gathers over his collection of knives... isn’t, and despite her terror she steps forward. In front of Alan. He’s just gotten free of the cage he’d been trapped in. She’s just gotten him back. She can’t lose him again. She won’t. “Well now it’s ours.”