"Where am I?" Seychelles asked herself as she rubbed her head feeling a large bump on her it. Should I peek around the corner or stay put? She asked herself. Her curiosity got the best of herself and she peers around the corner. It seemed to be an empty hall with only large paintings of england's in pink vests and light blue bow ties. On the pictures were dried blood splatters and cupcake frosting. "What kind of mad clown house is this?" She asked in confusion.
"You like my stlye?" England whispered as his face appeared out at random allowing his eyes to swirl pink and blue… "NO! GET AWAY!" Seychelles screamed as she falls back quickly scramble back to her feet and throwing a nearby vase at him bolting down the hall. Her breath was failing her. It was almost like a giant maze, she'd turn ways that seemed to scream freedom at her but it was no use. *CRASH* Her head flicked back just in time to see an insane England with a pirate's sword charging her way.
"I need my ingredients!" England replied screeching to a stop as she dodged out of the way only shaving off a thread of red ribbon from her bow. "My cupcakes can't be made without your sweet, sweet blood." He shot ending it with an insanely wicked laugh. Seychelles eyes widened in fear as she tripped over the double door stopper and crawling she backed up into the kitchen/ dining hall. Her eyes tried to close and pray for her life to not die on this day, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the psychopath in front of her.
*DING* "Oh that's my cupcakes if you'll excuse me." England pointed out as he rushed over to the oven. Seychelles rushed to the double doors shaking the handles so furiously you would think there was an earth quake. "What are you shaking the door handles for just relax and come have a sip of tea, yes?" England asked like a truly insane man. Maybe he's right. Maybe I have just mistaken him, but what if I'm right about, what if he is insane? "Why are you being so nice to me after just trying to kill me?" She asked in fright. "Oh, that was my twin." England replied covering up the truth with poison lies.
She glimpsed at him then the door and hesitantly strolled over to the cherry red, wood table. "I…I must say the décor is nice." Seychelles complemented glancing around the room. The room was like a castle dining hall and kitchen combine. There were three huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the light pink and light blue checkered ceiling. The walls were purely mustard yellow with rose red stripes. The floor was pure black and when you walked on it felt like you were on midair. The stove and cooking equipment were shining like stars from the night sky. "Thank you, please sit." England said proceeding to pull out a diamond and gold chair for her. Wow, it's very colorful in here. She added on to her list of complements. "So what is your name sweet cake?" England asked tilting his ever so slightly.
Should I tell him my name? shouldn't he know who I am? "Well you already should know me." Seychelles replied in curiosity. "Well maybe if you say your name it should ring a bell." England sneered back finishing with a sweet, insane smile. "Seychelles." She said shakily. "Why so tense? Here let me give you a massage while you relax and drink your tea." England Advised rising from chair placing his hands on my shoulders and started to soothingly massaging her shoulders. "so are you sleepy?" England asked with the crazy ways he did as her eyes closed in a deep mysterious sleep.