Post by Peregrine on Nov 5, 2021 18:40:34 GMT -6
The foolish explorers at court held fast to their seats as their discussions dwindled. A deep rumble of thunder swelled beneath the pouring rain and that terrible, numbing chill which filled the air.
...Why is it so cold?
H-hey, where are we?
This isn't the classroom we set up in. This is...
A library.
The Library.
I remember it now.
The carpeted floor trembles and swells. The explorers stand up and look around them, the lumbering bookshelves stretching and warping around them, forming a cage.
—N-no, this isn't fair! We were only kids, we... We couldn't have known, we... didn't...
A tremor tears through the Last House. Wood creaks and snaps, cement coughs and crumbles into dust, rebar bends and screams. Web-like fractures split the floor beneath the explorers, swallowing them whole and plunging them into the endless darkness of their fading memory.
The Library collapses downward, burying the children and their escort amongst the rubble, where they would not be discovered until it was far, far too late. And poor, sweet Flayn...
...
Twenty years later, one frigid October evening, a lone figure would return to that damned place to bury what was left of their crime.
Damp from the cold mist, exhausted from the effort, and wide-eyed from the terror of the memories, they turn their back on what remains of the Last House. Pocketing that old, rusted utility knife, shovel in hand, the one who climbs back down that hill all those years later is none other than...
What does this mean? Hell if I know.
Thanks for playing.
...Why is it so cold?
H-hey, where are we?
This isn't the classroom we set up in. This is...
A library.
The Library.
I remember it now.
The carpeted floor trembles and swells. The explorers stand up and look around them, the lumbering bookshelves stretching and warping around them, forming a cage.
—N-no, this isn't fair! We were only kids, we... We couldn't have known, we... didn't...
A tremor tears through the Last House. Wood creaks and snaps, cement coughs and crumbles into dust, rebar bends and screams. Web-like fractures split the floor beneath the explorers, swallowing them whole and plunging them into the endless darkness of their fading memory.
The Library collapses downward, burying the children and their escort amongst the rubble, where they would not be discovered until it was far, far too late. And poor, sweet Flayn...
...
Twenty years later, one frigid October evening, a lone figure would return to that damned place to bury what was left of their crime.
Damp from the cold mist, exhausted from the effort, and wide-eyed from the terror of the memories, they turn their back on what remains of the Last House. Pocketing that old, rusted utility knife, shovel in hand, the one who climbs back down that hill all those years later is none other than...
{Spoiler}Rue Kellogg.
What does this mean? Hell if I know.
Thanks for playing.