Mad Hatter's Conscious [Edgar & Oliver]
Let's play a game shall we?
The moon's light illuminated brighter than the lamps inside the room, bouncing its faint light through the bottles and bottles of alcohol stacked on top the poker tables. Cobwebs filled the empty spaces in the bookshelves, not a single book was inside a bookshelf except for the bookshelf with a single blue book stuck on the top of the highest shelf near the entrance-- no, the exit.
Shoes made of the finest leather clacked against the black and white tiles once before they stopped. Glimmering brown eyes peered into emerald green ones that scanned his every reaction, action and retraction while reflecting the silver metal gun inside his hands.
"Oliver Knight, the Mad Hatter, the inventor of many great inventions and hats that adorn the heads of both nobles and commoners. Can't you take me as one of your customers rather than an enemy?"
"A customer?" He scoffed, "A customer that tried to poison my drink and locked me in here? I can hardly believe those words coming from a trained assassin."
An odd chuckle came out from Edgar yet his eyes never closed, "Right as you are." His left arm remained on his side as his right arm was raised on the table, fiddling around with one of the broken glass pieces from a nearby broken bottle. His finger constantly moved the sharp tip at the end that was sharper than the other glass pieces yet not breaking his skin to draw blood out. "But I've come here on my own tonight with a proposal for you, something that only a mad genius like you can achieve."
The hatter's face showed visible confusion, his hands didn't let go of the gun as his tone became sharper. "If you wanted to talk business, you could have just come visit me in my house and talk there. What, did you want to use this room at least once before abandoning it, Jack?"
"Half yes half no," he answered and nodded. "This room is isolated from the party and has magical powers, if anyone were trying to break in or out of here, the rooms changes and they are forever stuck in here. As such, we are prisoners to a house that thinks on its own."
"Then why did you bring me here."
"Isn't it fascinating how this house works? I believe it's almost as mad as you are, trying to assassinate our king after he conquered all of Cradle. He's a little out of the head and a little sick in bed now but trying to pull a stunt like that isn't very friendly is it?"
Oliver bit his lips, this conversation was going nowhere and was only giving him a headache. The things he would do to rip out that sadistic smile on Edgar's face was close to infinity but he had to keep his distance still, he knew not to underestimate this man for what he looked on the outside and what he was saying. "Then at least answer me this."
"How do we get out of here?"
Edgar dropped the shard and picked up another that resembled the tip of a knife, dull around the edges but incredibly sharp at the top, it shone brightly under the light as his laugh sounded darker than the night. "We have to ask the house if we can leave."
"I told you didn't I? This house has a mind of its own." He hummed pleasantly, ignoring the fiery eyes that the opposing man was giving him. "Maybe if you dropped that gun, kneeled down and begged for forgiveness, maybe the door would open."
"That's the worst kind of nonsense I've heard all day. Just let me how do i get out." The trigger was pulled closer, making a soft half click as he aimed it towards the smiling man that trapped him here with all this bullshit. "Tell me now."
Edgar rolled his finger around the sharp tip and pressed it in, pulling it out once blood began to drip onto the glass and onto the table. "Or maybe you would like to pull that gun and see where that leads you instead, Mister Knight. I would like to see how you would think that would solve your problems now."
The bullet pierced through the bookshelf behind, leaving a hole through the wall. The hole began to make a sound before regenerating itself as the whole house began to shake and growl.
"And that would be your answer, Jack."
