Game: Badfic Manor

[psychic_labrat]

I would appreciate the attention, Miss Mundane, if it weren't going to inevitably lead once more to my death. I've seen how your mind works. It's going to start off simply, and then you're going to make sure I'm exposed to something truly horrific.

I would say that I am not amused, but I highly doubt it would change your mind.

Still, the manor has always been of great interest to me, as well as the people within it. So long as we can avoid the unpleasantness I will be quite content.

I will miss Erik, of course, but I have come to the conclusion that the longer I am held from home, the longer I have to think up a solution to our problem.

Now, I can hear that head cold from here. Please go to sleep. There are others that rely on you.

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[wasneveranoption]

Honestly, Charles, I'm not sure you could sound more like a mother if you tried.

[psychic_labrat]

I'm sure if I did try I would be insufferable, and you would be the first to inform me.

[wasneveranoption]

You know me too well.

[psychic_labrat]

I dare say just well enough, Erik.

[wasneveranoption]

Should I be concerned about whatever this "manor" is?

[psychic_labrat]

To that I might venture to say 'yes and no'? *soft confused sound*

The few months I had spent there previously were not enough to figure out what, exactly was going on, though I had some idea. It was merely...strange. Most of the time.

[wasneveranoption]

How enlightening.

[psychic_labrat]

*silent for a moment* I have, however, discovered true fear there as well. It is a place to be respected, if I must say anything about it. *as well as a very painful Silent Hill style death one week, but let's not talk about that one*

[wasneveranoption]

[Dammit Charles. :|]

Found that out the hard way, did you?

[psychic_labrat]

*that seems to be a common saying*

...yes. *he presses a hand to his chest where the scars would have been*

[wasneveranoption]

What happened? [Who does Erik have to kill >C]

[psychic_labrat]

A construct, I believe. *his voice is not as steady as he'd like it to be* It was...a living representation of something I was afraid of a long time ago turned monstrous. There was nothing I could do to defend against such a thing. *he was left to bleed to death. The experience of slowly slipping away still haunts him sometimes*

It was not something you could protect me from.

[wasneveranoption]

I was there?

[psychic_labrat]

Yes, a version of you, at least. That is another thing the manor does, I believe. It brings people from different...universes together. He and I were from different time periods, though I don't think that was the only thing separating us.

My death was not something I wished for you to see.

[wasneveranoption]

[Have a slightly bitter laugh, bro.] How kind of you.

Why couldn't it be stopped?

[psychic_labrat]

*oh he is too used to that sound*

Because the town we were sent to was sentient, and made sure we were not together when he...it...cornered me. *he's going to have to learn how to deal with these memories. It was October of last year this happened, and now he's returning to the manor in the midst of horror month. Joy*

[wasneveranoption]

"He"? [You're digging yourself into a bigger and bigger hole, buddy. B|]

[psychic_labrat]

*blast, if he hadn't tried to correct himself, he'd have gotten away with it*

I....yes. He.

[wasneveranoption]

[Erik just makes a sort of frustrated grunt, because he wants to ask for more information, but he doesn't exactly want to force you to relive those memories, either.]

You should be more careful.

[psychic_labrat]

*light, humorless laugh*

I certainly would my friend. The truth is that man has been dead for many years now. It was merely my own fear that allowed the manor to prey upon me. *and would allow it again if a similar incident came up. That fear is fresher now*

[wasneveranoption]

[Well fine, if you're going to make it that easy.]

Who was it?

[psychic_labrat]

*the slightest hesitation, but this was Erik. If he couldn't trust Erik, how was he going to convince the man to trust him in return?*

My step-father.

[wasneveranoption]

[He does trust Charles. Sort of. Mostly. It's complicated. But that catches him off guard.]

What?

[psychic_labrat]

My father died when I was very young, and my mother remarried. I gained a new father and even a brother out of it.

[wasneveranoption]

You didn't tell me. [Which he does understand, really, but. You know everything about him, it doesn't feel fair sometimes, that he knows so little in return.]

And this specter of him killed you.