𝚏𝚘𝚛: @cherrydiversion 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: second floor corridor ––––––– 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. the power has been cut –– for how long? there seems to be no way of knowing whether it’s been a few minutes or a few days, with the way time seems to loop and bend within the walls of the raven house. the darkness swallows everything. you are alone. no, you’re not. who’s there?
mac fumbled for the doorknob to his room, supremely disappointed in his ill-evolved inability to function without a bit of light. what’s worse was the nagging voice in the back of his head reminding him about the flashlight he’d seen around the convenience store a few days back, and passed by without a second thought. that woulda been real fuckin’ convenient right about now, wouldn’t it, mac? once he finally managed to open the door, he stepped out into the hallway and squinted, as if that could possibly help the predicament of not being able to see on account of a building-wide blackout. it’s with a huff of a sigh that mac yanks his room door shut and turns left, blindly walking forward and hoping for the best – or for the very least, not to trip over any creepy children. this whole setup was a horror movie waiting to happen. motel hell, indeed.
as soon as that thought flitted through his mind, he saw the light at the end of the tunne–– uh, hallway. “...don’t tell me this whole thing was just a fuckin’ waiting room situation,” mac grumbled under his breath, a halfhearted joke with the barest edge of genuine curiosity. and... hesitation. no, this couldn’t be it. could it? he advanced further down the hallway, every time he’d groaned at the silver screen protagonists for doing what he was just about to do flashing behind his eyes. he did it anyway. “...hello? who’s there?”