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RED ROOM

Once Garry was on his feet, Eiden ended up shoving his hands into the pockets of his bloody jumper. Having bloody clothing was nothing out of the ordinary for him, but no longer having any wounds was. It was still strange to him that in a place like this his life was connected to a rose of all things. He’d no doubt get his head rapped around it at some point in time, hopefully not when the rose was close to being deceased. Although his life wasn’t all that great, he didn’t exactly want to die in a place as hellish as this. Then again, maybe this was what hell was like.

Having nothing to say to Garry about that, the teen followed behind quietly whilst checking for anything that could pop out. Thankfully, the only thing in the room was a headless statue. Having had to deal with one of them before, Eiden was about to say something to Garry but ended up shutting his mouth again. The statue wasn’t moving. The only thing it was doing was blocking the door. In all honesty, if the teen had a choice he would have stayed right here. Nothing was popping out in everything and any direction nor was anything attacking, but as he also wanted to get out this, he knew moving and staying alive was his only option. “It’s good that it’s not alive. They are quick.” His mind wandered back to the red headless statue and how quickly he had to move to get away from it. He didn’t understand how the statue was capable of chasing after him when it couldn’t hear, smell or see him. “How can they chase after us if they can’t see us?” The blond asked out of curiosity, wondering if this question would also be dropped or if it would be answered. He knew that adults didn’t always have the answers, but Eiden was getting shifty with so many unanswered questions racing around through his head. As Garry began moving the statue, the teen had thought about telling him he would be capable of moving it in spite of the fact that his powers were something he still needed to learn how to control. Ever since Garry had appeared, both his own and Garry’s thoughts had been going through his mind and he was unable to shut them out. Eiden didn’t intentionally mean to hear what Garry was thinking, but he didn’t know how to block the thoughts out that didn’t belong to him. Even though it was causing a bit of a headache, the blonde kept silent about it. “At least we know that some of them really are just statues.”

GREY ROOM

With the bright red room no longer in view, Eiden was somewhat enjoying the darker colours of the rooms. The light ones made his eyes hurt - they were just too bright for his liking. Seeing the moving hands, it reminded him of the ones that would randomly appear out of the wall from time to time. The paintings somewhat reminded him of his parents. In their wedding pictures they were happy but unless they were both high on drugs, his parents were constantly at each other’s throats, sometimes literally. Turning from the paintings back to the lavender haired male, Eiden nodded once more. For once in this creepy place, the teen felt sorry for paintings and that was something he never thought would happen.

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GREY ROOM

The lavender haired adult had taken some time to try to think of a legitimate way to answer Eiden’s question while they were in the gray room. Nothing really came that would truly explain it, but they didn’t want to seem like they had been ignoring the teen. “No idea. Maybe they can sort of sense the area around them? This whole place doesn’t make a lot of sense, so I wouldn’t dwell on understanding it too much… It is nice to know that some things won’t attack us.

After another moment of thought, Garry added, “Though, a few might end up wanting our assistance if we’d like to move forward…” Everything so far didn’t seem different from when the adult had been there with Ib. It wasn’t the most helpful thing, though, with seven years fading over the already unwelcome memories.

Garry sighed before heading down the narrow path, “No reason to stick around; I’d rather not stay in this place for too long.”

At the other end, the room widened out and there were three- no, more like two paths. The way to the right didn’t seem to have anything. The two of them could go up or to the left, though. “Any preference?”

It probably wouldn’t matter either way, but Garry had to keep in mind that they were with someone else.

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GREY ROOM

Upon not really getting an answer from Garry other than being told not to think about it too much, Eiden figured that was the best idea. The world they were in at the present moment didn’t exactly make much sense so thinking about it too much wouldn’t do anything other than giving yourself a headache. That was one thing the teen didn’t need anymore of anytime soon. The teen could agree that he preferred the ones that didn’t move not attack compared to the somewhat demonic ones that came to life and tried to kill what was ever in their way. 

“I kind of gathered that.” It seemed like the headless statues that didn’t move ended up having to be moved by someone else considering from what he had seen so far, they ended up being the way of the next rooms. 

Nodding his head in agreement, Eiden wasn’t really too keen on sticking around in the same place for long either. The long they stayed in the same place, the more it seemed like something would pop out and attack them. 

 The teen looked at the ways they could go and upon seeing the eyes in the floor, turned around and headed another way. There was no way in hell he was going near the pairs of creepy blinking eyes at the moment. On the other hand, he felt like he should have considering the door to one of the rooms that he had opened contained the headless statues and a maze. 

 “What to get this over and done with before dealing with anything else?”

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It wasn’t often that the museum in Azakawa Village received visitors besides that troublesome middle schooler. Perhaps it was due to the lack of tourists, but most pinned the blame on the silent and strange manager.

Suga had spent most of the day within the outer edges of the forest making some accessories using night glowstone, so there was a pang of guilt that went through him upon seeing a new person within the building.

No matter. They would probably leave soon. Most did, anyway. The silent man ignored the guest in favor of placing his sword near the reception desk, since he wouldn’t need it at the moment.

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It's wasn't unusual for him and his family to end up travelling from city to city. As of now, it seemed somewhat like they had fled from Russia to Japan just because some spy had been closing in on them. The drug business was not an easy one. Avoiding the police could be very difficult especially if they end up being undercover. Luckily, the twins and Eiden had been working in the business for so long that they had figured out who was a customer and who was a cop. The police always had a telltale sign - they could never replicate a drug addict very well. Azakawa Village was a place that Eiden had found in a guide book or something along the lines of that. Since he was incapable of reading, he had gotten his elder sister Rosine to read some of the book out to him whilst they were on the plane. For once, she hadn't seemed to mind possibly due to the fact that she was also going to have to get to know Japan. Joel on the other hand, didn't have a care in the world which meant that Eiden was going to have to cover for his brother again. It hadn't taken him long to end up in the village and the teen had found it to be a lot smaller than he expected. The museum was a place that caught his interest. He had been in many over the years and always found them to be different. Within Azakawa Village's museum, the first thing he saw was the sitting area and the reception desk then further in, books. Despite his lack of reading ability, Eiden did have a flick through the books and if there was any, stopped to look at the pictures. The teen had taken notice of the male as he had come in, yet avoided him. This was due to the reason that the boy didn't want offend to the other male considering that Eiden was incapable of speaking over a few simple words in Japanese. Holding out a conversation in the language was impossible.

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ONLINE | OFFLINE | LURKING

Well after several weeks, 4 I think, I am now able to start replying to folk. I don’t know when the replies will be sent out as I’m a bit busy this week but I will get to them as soon as I can. Starters: 0 Replies: bluerose-petals, hooopers, trent—cornell, sonofthegoblin OOC: bluerose-petals

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OFFLINE | LURKING

I’m going to be lurking for the next while due to a few reasons:

1. I managed to fractured three of my fingers and sprain my wrist and I have no idea how I done it. I type with my right a lot more than my left so this is a complete disadvantage for me 2. Some bug is kicking about the area at the moment and half the street I live in, including myself, have been put out of commission due to catching it and ending up unwell 3. Skull splitting migraines are not fun

I sincerely apologise to the people who I owe replies to: bluerose petals, trent—cornell and hooopers. I will get to them as soon as possible, but from now my concentration is shot.

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Replies may or may not get done tonight. It depends on whether or not I have the energy. Going away out to play 2.8 hours later. No idea when I’ll be back to be honest. Starters: 0 Replies: 3 OOC: 1

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LURKING

My morning has been severally cheered up. It’s 7AM and with Five Nights At Freddy’s characters showing up, I can’t help but laugh at people freaking out over them. Trying not to wake my parents is going to be difficult but it is worth it. It’s highly entertaining. Kudos to fivenightsofchica for making the account.

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RED ROOM

Eiden analysed the movements of the elder male out of pure habit. He had learned to start watching people’s movements due to his abusive parents - he liked knowing when people were relaxed, shifty, angry, etc, as it meant he was able to get out of the way quick enough if he was ever going to be on the end of any sort of abusive… he never did though. The obedience trait that both he and his siblings were taught, stuck with them although Rosine was a bit more outspoken about it and Joel revelled in it as he fought back. Eiden didn’t do either. He suffered in silence. Over the course of the time he had been in this hellish place, Eiden’s mind was beginning to slow down. The processing section had caught up and that just made matters worse all because he knew what he was seeing now was real. Before, he had just been going on that it was a hallucination and that this couldn’t be possible but the reality of it was hitting him like a ton of bricks. What also made it real was Garry. Eiden couldn’t have possibly made him up. He had never seen Garry before until now. If it had been his family or one of his customers then the ‘hallucination’ theory would still work out. It took the teen a while, nevertheless he realised that Garry had avoided answering his question to whether or not he had already been here. Frowning, the teen let it slip for the time being. Maybe he would be able to answer the question himself if he caught on that Garry knew too much about the Fabricated World whereas the blond teen knew nothing about it. He had not expected to end up in a place where everything and anything was out kill you. “Uh… It’s fine.” Spacing out wasn’t something that Eiden could complain about since he done it often enough himself. “… Thank you.” The teen wasn’t too sure what to say to that. He was so used to being harmed that the thought of someone wanting to keep him safe was shocking. As Garry began moving, Eiden took in a deep breath and soon followed behind only to stop upon seeing Garry scrambling backwards. Even the teen knew to avoid that blue bug-eyed younger painting after finding out it was capable of spitting. Behind his hands that were now covering his mouth, the blond teen muffled both a genuine and nervous laugh for two reasons a) he couldn’t not find that funny and b) he was going to be around this guy for god-knows-how-long and the elder male was going to try and protect him. The little voice in the back of the teen’s head was telling him he was screwed.

After moving and stopping due to the painting and Garry, Eiden noticed the pain he had felt earlier in his sprained ankle was gone along with his head wound and cut across his cheek, all that remained was the blood. It took his mind back to what Garry had said about the rose ‘connected to their lives’. At least now he knew if he got hurt all he had to do was restore the petals on the rose and it would heal him. It came in handy in a way, but the downside to it was that he had limited petals and roses were also very fragile. “I saw that painting before back in the Grey Room.” Using his hand to point back the way he had came, it was something of a habit he had picked up when he was a child. Directions were something he had to work on, like everything else. Spitting paintings was an odd sight to see but then again, this whole place was an odd sight. “Look at it this way, it is not chasing you.” After using his sleeve was left to wipe all the blood off of the side of his head and cheek, Eiden moved forward and offered out a hand for helping Garry up.

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RED ROOM

Garry couldn’t suppress a smile as Eiden offered them a helping hand. Certainly, the adult had seemed like a complete moron, but it was well worth it to see the teenager genuinely laugh. Taking Eiden’s hand, the lavender haired individual got to their feet before brushing themself off. “That’s true. I was just startled, I suppose.”

Once that little set back had been handled, the taller of the two continued to lead the way. It didn’t take long before they came upon a black headless mannequin with a blue tie.

If I’m not pushing statues in this world, I’m obviously not doing anything particularly useful…

It had become quite the thing while Garry traveled with Ib, and they didn’t doubt that it would continue on this time around. “Terrible place for a statue. It doesn’t seem to be alive, so I’ll get it out of our way.”

Their hands shook as they approached the unmoving mannequin, worried that it might just spring to life upon contact. Carefully, Garry placed trembling hands on it and began to push it to the side. If memory served correctly, it would be too heavy to carry, so this would have to do.

A sigh of relief escaped Garry’s lips after pressing the horrid statue out of the way. “Thank goodness, why, I half-expected it to attack…” was muttered quietly under the adult’s breath.

GREY ROOM

Opening the door, Garry was greeted with an area of grey. And… two black hands sprouting from the floor with wiggling fingers. Wasn’t there supposed to be a ring on one? It really was freaky, watching them move and grab the air. At least nothing was attacking the pair…

On the walls were two paintings, one of a saddened bride and her groom. Weren’t they supposed to be joyful? Memories pressed against Garry’s mind, but the manner of changing this area wasn’t coming. “I don’t think we can do anything here… We should keep going…”

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RED ROOM

Once Garry was on his feet, Eiden ended up shoving his hands into the pockets of his bloody jumper. Having bloody clothing was nothing out of the ordinary for him, but no longer having any wounds was. It was still strange to him that in a place like this his life was connected to a rose of all things. He’d no doubt get his head rapped around it at some point in time, hopefully not when the rose was close to being deceased. Although his life wasn’t all that great, he didn’t exactly want to die in a place as hellish as this. Then again, maybe this was what hell was like.

Having nothing to say to Garry about that, the teen followed behind quietly whilst checking for anything that could pop out. Thankfully, the only thing in the room was a headless statue. Having had to deal with one of them before, Eiden was about to say something to Garry but ended up shutting his mouth again. The statue wasn’t moving. The only thing it was doing was blocking the door. In all honesty, if the teen had a choice he would have stayed right here. Nothing was popping out in everything and any direction nor was anything attacking, but as he also wanted to get out this, he knew moving and staying alive was his only option. “It’s good that it’s not alive. They are quick.” His mind wandered back to the red headless statue and how quickly he had to move to get away from it. He didn’t understand how the statue was capable of chasing after him when it couldn’t hear, smell or see him. “How can they chase after us if they can’t see us?” The blond asked out of curiosity, wondering if this question would also be dropped or if it would be answered. He knew that adults didn’t always have the answers, but Eiden was getting shifty with so many unanswered questions racing around through his head. As Garry began moving the statue, the teen had thought about telling him he would be capable of moving it in spite of the fact that his powers were something he still needed to learn how to control. Ever since Garry had appeared, both his own and Garry’s thoughts had been going through his mind and he was unable to shut them out. Eiden didn’t intentionally mean to hear what Garry was thinking, but he didn’t know how to block the thoughts out that didn’t belong to him. Even though it was causing a bit of a headache, the blonde kept silent about it. “At least we know that some of them really are just statues.”

GREY ROOM

With the bright red room no longer in view, Eiden was somewhat enjoying the darker colours of the rooms. The light ones made his eyes hurt - they were just too bright for his liking. Seeing the moving hands, it reminded him of the ones that would randomly appear out of the wall from time to time. The paintings somewhat reminded him of his parents. In their wedding pictures they were happy but unless they were both high on drugs, his parents were constantly at each other’s throats, sometimes literally. Turning from the paintings back to the lavender haired male, Eiden nodded once more. For once in this creepy place, the teen felt sorry for paintings and that was something he never thought would happen.

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Once his parents had confirmed that the batch of drugs had arrived, Eiden knew right away that he would have to get back to ‘work’. Whilst waiting on the delivery, he had managed to get a few days off but like usual, it never lasted. Grabbing a few bags of each different drug, Eiden shoved them into the bottom of his worn out bag and left the house without a word being spoken to his parents. It was unusual for the Nikolayev family to go days without speaking to one another. Texting his usual customers about the location and time he would arrive, Eiden made sure to be at the location earlier just to make sure that it wasn’t being watched. He would be lying if he said that none of his deals had ever went south. Once checking the place over, Eiden sat down on one of the many concrete steps and leaned back against the abandoned house. All he had to do now was wait. Hopefully the customers would come and go quickly so that he could do the same. He didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary.

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She was beginning to shake, a sign that she was beginning to go through withdrawals, and she knew she needed more to get through the week. She waded through the little rolls of pound notes she had managed to obtain from panhandling and other ‘odd’ jobs she performed throughout London. She wondered briefly if Eiden had any new ones that day and her old mobile screen lit up.

A grin dancing across her face, she read the location and texted him back the drugs that she wanted, carefully counting out the money she would need, tucking the extra into the lining of her bra and wrapping her sweater around her very thin frame. She pulled out a menthol cigarette, a packet she’d managed to nick from some rich man lighting up outside of one of the hotels, and lit it, taking a deep breath and inhaling the minty flavour.

She let the smoke curl out from her mouth, the tendrils wisping their way up to the ceiling and off she was, scurrying through the London alleyways like the gutter rat she was. Finally, she made it to the location, stamping out her cigarette in an alley a few blocks over, and crept over to Eiden.

"Do you have what I asked for?" she asked, her voice husky from her cigarette.

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It wasn’t often that he got texts back telling him what drugs his customers wanted but it happened now and again. Over the years, for his regular customers, he had memorised what drugs they wanted and always make note of when they changed their order. It make it somewhat easier to deal with the customers who mumbled quite a lot. Even for Eiden who had been in the business for years, mumbled words were hard to understand. This was the reason he memorised orders, to save his buyers from getting frustrated from not being understood. Although Eiden tended to use the same place from time to time, he always did change after a while due to the police. Unlike Russia where the drug business was quite common, in London it seemed like the police did actually put effort in trying to lock up the drug dealers and sometimes even the customers. After finding out that some of his buyers had been caught, Eiden became a bit more cautious. Collecting the money and handing out the bags, the buyers came and went as quickly as they possibly could. The shaking indicated that they were overdue for their next high which would explain the reason for the rush. Eiden understood. As a drug user himself, he knew what it was like to go without. Absolute torture. Upon hearing yet another voice, the blond teen turned his attention away from the retreating figure to the female. “Sure. How many bags do you want?”

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Drug dealers were not meant to be kind. Having observed born his siblings and his parents, he found out they were very harsh when it came to dealing and usually, they lost customers. This was a reason why he was kind to them - the regulars came back. He wasn’t one to scream and shout at them for not having the right amount, but his customers understood how he worked. If they didn’t have the money, they wouldn’t show up to the deal. When he had been younger it was a different story, no one would listen to him at that point but then again, why listen to a child that had barely any clue to what he was doing? As soon as the bag of drugs was out his hands, Eiden pushed him up out of the crouch, back into standing. The teen knew he shouldn’t be doing something like this, going against what his parents had taught him but so long as he didn’t get caught it need not matter. “You’re welcome.” That was the only reply the blond haired boy could think of. Police had always known of his family and yet they had never caught them. His family knew how to get round the police and how to make deals go smoothly. Eiden had learned this through watching them. Looking suspicious was going to get him nowhere hence why he was capable of acting like he was just a normal teenager and not a drug dealer. Upon hearing the word ‘repay’, Eiden figured that would come up. ‘One time off’ equalled to paying up with something else. At this moment, his mind went completely blank to any ideas in how Trent could pay back the money Eiden was putting into paying for the drugs. “Just pay me back when you can.” The other customers he left off had done so, so the rule didn’t change any for Trent. Out of all the drug dealers that had guards with them or so, Eiden wasn’t one of them. He was perfectly able to defend himself, when he was younger he would have accepted the help, now he didn’t need it.

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Trent had dealt with dealers who would saw your arm off if you didn’t give them the amount right then and there. Hell, he’d had that almost happen to him, which was mostly why he decided to look for another dealer. When he found Eiden, it was like he was his savior. Mostly because the other guys were threatening to hurt him and his loved ones, but as soon as he moved dealers, they seemed to have thought that he’d fallen under the radar and disappeared.

Chewing on his lower lip, Trent wasn’t sure what to say. All he could think to do was to turn around and begin walking away. But that wasn’t polite, was it? Then again, what the hell did he know was polite? And dealers weren’t supposed to be polite. They were supposed to give you the drugs and tell you to fuck off until you’re out and need to come back for more. They didn’t stick around to have pleasant conversations with the addicts.

So, with all of this in mind, Trent still decided turned back around to talk to Eiden. Another stupid move. That seemed to be his theme for the night. Do stupid shit that could get you killed. It was something that would seem like a good idea at the time, but looking back on it or the consequences, you’ll wish you’d never done it. He also knew that he needed to get back to his family. Well, his mom. It was pathetic, really, that he felt the need to exchange nice words just because someone paid for his drugs. Even if it didn’t happen often, don’t take advantage of it.

"What got you into dealing?" he asked curiously. And that was something he actually was curious about. What caused people to resort to giving out drugs for money? Hey, the dealers probably made a shit-ton of bucks, so, who knew? Maybe the blond could find himself in the ‘business,’ as well. But it was always good to know the how.

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Eiden had often been pulled up by his father for his nice attitude to his customers. Even after getting slapped around a bit, it still didn’t occur to the blond that he was meant to apparently be mean to them. The teen found that if he was nice to them, his regulars would continue to return and his money orientated family were able to keep getting the money. He had seen the way how both Joel and Rosine worked and although he learned quite a few things off them, he did realise that after a while their regulars stopped showing up. With fearing his siblings, the teen never said anything about it to them. Although obedience was key for the siblings, Joel and Rosine ended up being a lot braver than Eiden could ever be. Rosine managed to get into another business as well as selling drugs, escorting whereas Joel was often to out of his mind to be able to remember his own name let alone how to spell it. This left Eiden to take over Joel’s customers and honestly, they had started coming to Eiden a lot more than Joel when he did decide to sell. With Trent as his last customer of the day so far, the blond began to turn away so that he could return the remaining drugs to his parents or give them to his siblings if they were also out selling, but it too until he heard Trent’s question for him to turn back to the other male. Striking up a conversation with his buyers was… odd. “Семейный бизнес.” It took maybe a few moments or so for Eiden to realise his mistake. Most people didn’t speak his native language. “Um… Family business.” In a way, part of his mind was screaming at him for telling him, but then again most people who were addicts usually knew the Nikolayev siblings, sometimes even their parents if they were brave enough. “Why? Are you wanting into this business or something?”

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RED ROOM

With the fact that it seemed relatively safe in the area they were in considering there was nothing around out to get from, the teen doubted that this peace of sorts would last for very long. Something was going to appear sooner or later and Eiden sincerely hoped that it would be later rather than sooner. Being a shaking mess and having a rapid heart rate was one thing he did not want to experience again but unfortunately life was going to throw him in the deep end and make it happen probably many more times over the duration of this horror show. Eiden couldn’t believe that his life now depended on a rose staying alive for him to stay in the land of the living. Beforehand, life depended on his heart still functioning, now it was a rose. How that worked he was unsure nevertheless he was not going to question. The teen would just have to keep an eye on how many petals he had and how many he lost. At least he knew the blue vases restored the rose’s petals.

Pulling at the side of his hair in frustration, Eiden would be shocked if someone was able to keep there sanity in a place like this. The creator maybe, but people unknown to this world, not a chance. Were people even capable of having sanity if they ever made it out? This was something he really didn’t want to know. His family thought he was odd enough as it is, add a lack of sanity to it as well and he would screwed. As soon as he got out of here, a high dose of drugs and drifting off to la-la land seemed like a suitable idea. Maybe it would also make him forget this nightmare, make it seem like he was just imagining it all. A nervous chuckle left the boys lips upon hearing that it was indeed just going to get much, much worse. This also raised a question for the young teen. “You been here before?” His English vocabulary wasn’t perfect to say the least but in the end, if people could still understand him then to him, it didn’t really matter all that much. The rambling words of the ma— Garry was something that Eiden didn’t mind. He was preferring it compared to the eerie silence and that was saying something considering he usually loved silence over noise. “Okay. The sooner we move, the faster we get out.”

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RED ROOM

As Garry waited for a reply from the teenager, they pressed their back against one of the walls, taking several more deep breaths.

It hurt so much just to exist within the space of the nightmarish world, and the twenty-five year old felt so tired already. Sticking around any longer than was absolutely necessary would probably shove the lavender haired person off the deep end, if they already weren’t there now.

As the silence descended upon the two of them, Garry’s mind wandered back to the most memorable moments of their prior visit. Mainly, the focus of these flashbacks were of the dolls, and Mary almost murdering both Ib and Garry.

Eiden’s sudden question broke Garry of their disturbing reverie, but they were shaking harder than before. They forced another smile, ignoring the query for the time being as the teenage boy mentioned moving on.

"Yes, getting out should be our priority… I, ah, apologize for spacing out. If you need anything I’ll… do everything I can to help keep you safe."

Garry forced their legs forward, following the halls of the red area that they vaguely remembered. The adult couldn’t allow their mind to haze over with memories anymore. It hurt too much, and there would be enough horrific events happening soon that would be just as painful.

Out of their peripheral vision, they spotted a painting, but as they approached they turned back to look at Eiden to make sure he was following, and only looked forward in time to hear the sound of spitting. Garry scrambled backwards, muffling a shriek before hitting the ground.

"I didn’t… didn’t expect that…" Way to seem reliable, Garry thought briefly, before getting up and brushing themself off. “I should’ve seen that coming, honestly…” At the very least, it really forced the adult out of their darkening thoughts. No more overthinking. It was time to seriously focus on what was ahead, and keeping Eiden safe.

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Eiden analysed the movements of the elder male out of pure habit. He had learned to start watching people’s movements due to his abusive parents - he liked knowing when people were relaxed, shifty, angry, etc, as it meant he was able to get out of the way quick enough if he was ever going to be on the end of any sort of abusive… he never did though. The obedience trait that both he and his siblings were taught, stuck with them although Rosine was a bit more outspoken about it and Joel revelled in it as he fought back. Eiden didn’t do either. He suffered in silence. Over the course of the time he had been in this hellish place, Eiden’s mind was beginning to slow down. The processing section had caught up and that just made matters worse all because he knew what he was seeing now was real. Before, he had just been going on that it was a hallucination and that this couldn’t be possible but the reality of it was hitting him like a ton of bricks. What also made it real was Garry. Eiden couldn’t have possibly made him up. He had never seen Garry before until now. If it had been his family or one of his customers then the ‘hallucination’ theory would still work out. It took the teen a while, nevertheless he realised that Garry had avoided answering his question to whether or not he had already been here. Frowning, the teen let it slip for the time being. Maybe he would be able to answer the question himself if he caught on that Garry knew too much about the Fabricated World whereas the blond teen knew nothing about it. He had not expected to end up in a place where everything and anything was out kill you. “Uh… It’s fine.” Spacing out wasn’t something that Eiden could complain about since he done it often enough himself. “… Thank you.” The teen wasn’t too sure what to say to that. He was so used to being harmed that the thought of someone wanting to keep him safe was shocking. As Garry began moving, Eiden took in a deep breath and soon followed behind only to stop upon seeing Garry scrambling backwards. Even the teen knew to avoid that blue bug-eyed younger painting after finding out it was capable of spitting. Behind his hands that were now covering his mouth, the blond teen muffled both a genuine and nervous laugh for two reasons a) he couldn’t not find that funny and b) he was going to be around this guy for god-knows-how-long and the elder male was going to try and protect him. The little voice in the back of the teen’s head was telling him he was screwed.

After moving and stopping due to the painting and Garry, Eiden noticed the pain he had felt earlier in his sprained ankle was gone along with his head wound and cut across his cheek, all that remained was the blood. It took his mind back to what Garry had said about the rose ‘connected to their lives’. At least now he knew if he got hurt all he had to do was restore the petals on the rose and it would heal him. It came in handy in a way, but the downside to it was that he had limited petals and roses were also very fragile. “I saw that painting before back in the Yellow Room.” Using his hand to point back the way he had came, it was something of a habit he had picked up when he was a child. Directions were something he had to work on, like everything else. Spitting paintings was an odd sight to see but then again, this whole place was an odd sight. “Look at it this way, it is not chasing you.” After using his sleeve was left to wipe all the blood off of the side of his head and cheek, Eiden moved forward and offered out a hand for helping Garry up.

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It always amused Eiden how the police would try to act like regular drug addicts. It was pretty obvious that they always did a bad job considering there was signs that a drug addict had that couldn’t be replicated by someone else unless they to were taking drugs. Although Eiden used texts to inform his customers about the location and time of the next deal, it never stopped some undercover police from showing up due to tailing the other drug addicts that just wanted their next fix and to get on with their day. Thankfully enough, considering the bad acting of the police, dealers learned how to work quick or they would change their location. Drug dealing was not a simple business that was for sure. As soon as he heard the curse word, the Russian-French teen knew something was wrong in the area of not having the right amount or having no money at all. It seemed to be the latter that was correct. This was not something Eiden hadn’t dealt with before. All in all, the money was usually what made deals go south. Thankfully enough his customers were finally getting the idea that if they didn’t got by his rules they were not going to get anything and would be hurt in the end. Rubbing the back of his neck, Eiden frowned slightly. He was unsure to how this was going to play out. Many people who ended up in the same situation as Trent offered different ideas out in how to pay for the drugs they so desperately needed - from sex to murder. It amazed Eiden to how far people would go for something they wanted. It never failed to make Eiden felt sorry for his customers. As a drug addict himself he knew what with withdrawal did and how torturous it was to go through. Crouching down, Eiden held out the last bag of coke for Trent to take. “This is a one time off. I have money stashed and I’ll pay for it.” Eiden had done this before a few times for other buyers and they had been thankful for it. Ever since then they always had money with them. As far as he knew, Trent had always bought the drugs with his own money, this seemed like a one off on his part. He didn’t tell people the ‘one time off deal’ for the simple fact that he didn’t want it to be taken advantage of. A large amount the money he got went to his parents and he maybe only got £20 out of it at the very most, £25 if he was lucky.

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Trent looked at Eiden with doe eyes. He’d never met a dealer so kind. Then again, it probably helped that he was a regular customer and that he always had the right amount of money, sometimes even more to help the other boy with his troubles. Being loyal in this ‘business’ meant a lot and could save your ass on more than one occasion. You just had to know what you were doing.

Grabbing the baggy, Trent let out a sigh of relief. He was more than happy at the moment. It was a terrible thing to be gleeful about, but this was the only ‘good’ thing in his life right now. The only escape he had. So being able to get it when he really shouldn’t have the privilege was something he was more than thankful for. If he hadn’t been an Atheist, he’d be thanking God.

"Fuck, thank you so much," he replied, standing upright once he’d stuffed the drugs into his backpack. Whenever he walked down the street with his bag, they figured he was a student. Hey, whatever got people off his back and made them think that he was an innocent little boy, right? As long as he didn’t have dealers tracking him down and he stayed caught up on his money, life was more than good. When he was high, he felt invincible.

Trent licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Though he couldn’t thank Eiden enough, he was waiting for there to be a catch. In his past experiences, when your dealer gave you a ‘one time off,’ that also meant that they wanted something in return. “Is there any way I can repay you?” he asked, figuring making sure that his ‘line of credit’ was cleared out so he didn’t have anybody nagging at him constantly with phone calls and knocks at the door. “Because whatever you want, I can give it to you. Just… not money… Obviously…” he drawled on stupidly. He really wasn’t helping his case. He should just be taking the drugs and leaving. And in the back of his mind, he knew that. But something was keeping him grounded. Oh, right. He didn’t want to die.

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Drug dealers were not meant to be kind. Having observed born his siblings and his parents, he found out they were very harsh when it came to dealing and usually, they lost customers. This was a reason why he was kind to them - the regulars came back. He wasn’t one to scream and shout at them for not having the right amount, but his customers understood how he worked. If they didn’t have the money, they wouldn’t show up to the deal. When he had been younger it was a different story, no one would listen to him at that point but then again, why listen to a child that had barely any clue to what he was doing? As soon as the bag of drugs was out his hands, Eiden pushed him up out of the crouch, back into standing. The teen knew he shouldn’t be doing something like this, going against what his parents had taught him but so long as he didn’t get caught it need not matter. “You’re welcome.” That was the only reply the blond haired boy could think of. Police had always known of his family and yet they had never caught them. His family knew how to get round the police and how to make deals go smoothly. Eiden had learned this through watching them. Looking suspicious was going to get him nowhere hence why he was capable of acting like he was just a normal teenager and not a drug dealer. Upon hearing the word ‘repay’, Eiden figured that would come up. ‘One time off’ equalled to paying up with something else. At this moment, his mind went completely blank to any ideas in how Trent could pay back the money Eiden was putting into paying for the drugs. “Just pay me back when you can.” The other customers he left off had done so, so the rule didn’t change any for Trent. Out of all the drug dealers that had guards with them or so, Eiden wasn’t one of them. He was perfectly able to defend himself, when he was younger he would have accepted the help, now he didn’t need it.

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Although his hands were still relatively shaking, his legs had stopped which made it easier to stand with feeling like his legs were going to give in at any moment and never want to move again, even so, his body was still screaming at him from the fall downstairs nevertheless, he persisted through the pain. The pain clouded over a small part of his mind, but at least a lot more of it had him still capable of thinking and acting. More or less, he had sometimes acted before thinking and regretted it very much in the end. For example, ending up in this hellhole. Before he had thought paintings and statues were harmless and nice to look at no matter how odd looking now, now his view on it was changed. He had half a mind of destroying ever art piece back home even if he got a hell of a beating for it. The only response the teen could think of to that was a nod of the head. His mind was still processing everything that he had seen and it was taking a while to catch up. Eiden couldn’t blame his mind for being on the slow side, he was still trying to get his head rapped around that fact that almost everything in this place was trying to kill him. The teen had never been this jumpy before, not even when he didn’t have powers and was around people twice his size trying to get through a deal. It was terrifying to know that something that looked so harmless one moment could be a monster the next and that’s exactly what a lot of things in this place were - monsters. Once the rose had been shown, Eiden was thankful that another person had been dragged into this but at the same time he felt sorry for the male. The teen wondered how much horror the male had seen to end up shaking. Eiden wouldn’t have wished this place on his worst enemy, not even his parents nor his elder siblings. That was saying something in itself. Blinking a couple of times, the teen had to rewind what the male had said about the rose. Linked to his life? That would certainly explain why the rose had looked so haggard before putting it in the vase. He definitely needed to more careful from now on as he did not want to find out what would happen if the rose ended up with no more petals on it, he had a guess at death. Up until now he had never heard of Guertena and he seriously didn’t want to know anymore about him. If this was something he could create, Eiden didn’t ever want to be anywhere near him if he was still amongst the living. Why someone would create a place like this was a question he was torn between wanting and not wanting answered. “I think you’re a bit too late on that. My sanity is kind of lacking at the moment.” He was surprised he still had sanity so far. Eiden wanted to ask if it got any worse from here on out, but he wasn’t sure if the male would have a response for it. In a way, he kind of figured it would. This place was full of surprises and none of the good kind. It was safe to say that surprises were going to be a thing he was going to now hate very much. The idea of sticking together was one that Eiden wasn’t going to turn down. Anything was better than being alone in this place.

Eiden’s focus shifted slightly to looking around - expect the unexpected - but as nothing jumped out at them for the moment, his attention returned to the taller male, Garry as he introduced. The teen had went by three other names than his birth one out of now wanting to be caught by the police, but right now no police were in sight and as far as he knew, himself and Garry were the only two humans here. “I’m Eiden… or Crow.” ‘Crow’ was a somewhat a ‘nickname’ he had gotten from being a test subject for the drug he was currently always going to be on and ever since the nickname had stuck with him. ‘Horrific’ was certainly putting it lightly.

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It was almost unnerving, to say the least, that nothing had come out to attack them yet. Of course, paintings for the most part couldn’t get through doors, and the Eternal Blessing portrait was more of a helpful creation, since it returned the roses to a healthy state.

Garry put their rose away once the teenager had gotten enough time to look at it, making certain not to accidentally make it lose a petal or something. Flowers were quite delicate, after all, just as their human lives were.

Deep breath. In. Out. There would be no escaping if Garry continued to be on the edge of a mental breakdown, and that would make protecting the boy impossible. Of course, not freaking out was also relatively impossible. They’d have to settle for panicked but not physically showing it. Of course, the adult was pretty sure they’d never stop shaking, even weeks after they got out.

And the two of them would be getting out, Garry assured themself. It was probably the only thing keeping them from going mental, the thought of leaving this place.

The unhinged adult was relatively unsurprised at hearing the boy state that he was already lacking in sanity. They also took note of the boy’s name before speaking once more, “Yes, well… I suggest we both take some time to prepare ourselves mentally, and I suppose even physically… It definitely won’t be getting any better, and there won’t be many areas like this one where nothing is out to get us. Of course, sticking around for too long in this place isn’t quite a good idea either…” Oh, Garry was rambling, but it certainly was better than the echoing silence. “Sorry. If you’re ready, we should get going. I’ll do what I can to keep us both safe…”

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With the fact that it seemed relatively safe in the area they were in considering there was nothing around out to get from, the teen doubted that this peace of sorts would last for very long. Something was going to appear sooner or later and Eiden sincerely hoped that it would be later rather than sooner. Being a shaking mess and having a rapid heart rate was one thing he did not want to experience again but unfortunately life was going to throw him in the deep end and make it happen probably many more times over the duration of this horror show. Eiden couldn’t believe that his life now depended on a rose staying alive for him to stay in the land of the living. Beforehand, life depended on his heart still functioning, now it was a rose. How that worked he was unsure nevertheless he was not going to question. The teen would just have to keep an eye on how many petals he had and how many he lost. At least he knew the blue vases restored the rose’s petals.

Pulling at the side of his hair in frustration, Eiden would be shocked if someone was able to keep there sanity in a place like this. The creator maybe, but people unknown to this world, not a chance. Were people even capable of having sanity if they ever made it out? This was something he really didn’t want to know. His family thought he was odd enough as it is, add a lack of sanity to it as well and he would screwed. As soon as he got out of here, a high dose of drugs and drifting off to la-la land seemed like a suitable idea. Maybe it would also make him forget this nightmare, make it seem like he was just imagining it all. A nervous chuckle left the boys lips upon hearing that it was indeed just going to get much, much worse. This also raised a question for the young teen. “You been here before?” His English vocabulary wasn’t perfect to say the least but in the end, if people could still understand him then to him, it didn’t really matter all that much. The rambling words of the ma— Garry was something that Eiden didn’t mind. He was preferring it compared to the eerie silence and that was saying something considering he usually loved silence over noise. “Okay. The sooner we move, the faster we get out.”

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Headcanon 2 - {Languages}

Being born to a French mother and a Russian father these were the only two languages that Eiden and his twin siblings were taught. Being ‘homeschooled’ he never learned any other languages. However, when he got into the drug dealing business, Eiden began picking up English from both his customers and conversations that he overheard. Eight years later he has picked up quite a bit of the English vocabulary to be able to form simple sentences.