White walls…White carpets…White furniture…It's all the same. It all blends together. Every single day. It's all the same, nothing will ever change. The only window to the real world is cable and the internet. No mirrors, no glass, no pictures hanging on the walls, no metal…
No…human contact.
It had been like this ever since Gilbert could remember. Nothing ever changed. Except for him. He came when he was little and he didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew he had grown. A lot. At first, he had to climb to get onto the couch, but now he could jump over it with ease.
His world was simple. In essence, it's one long room. At one end, there's a couch and a television with a plastic screen, and on the other end there is a bed. Halfway along the room, against the wall, there was a small desk with a computer with a plastic screen and a black, spinning chair in front of it. On the opposite wall, there was a small indent that looked like a three walled box. On the wall parallel to the computer, there was a door that led to the bathroom, which was just a toilet and a plastic sink. When you face the door to the bathroom, on your left it looks like an average wall at first. But, on occasion, a man would come through it, using a part of the wall that just appeared out of nowhere and split in two.
Gilbert had gotten used to it. He never really knew what time it was. He just fell asleep when he got tired and walked around when he was awake. He would watch the television a lot, and also go on the internet. He wasn't some loser that thought his best friends were the ones he made online, but he could say that they were his only "friends." Everything he knew about the real world was what he saw on television and the internet. At least, he thought that was the real world… He figured he learned English from TV. He knew two languages, English and German, but he wasn't quite sure which one was his native one. He used them both when he talked, and that one man understood him well enough, so he figured it was okay.
That one man that came through the wall was the only person Gilbert knew. He definitely couldn't be considered a friend, but he was someone to talk to when he came around. He had shaggy brown hair that was clipped short and harsh, blue eyes and he was always wearing a suit. He would bring things on occasion. Like he would sometimes bring clothes when Gilbert was growing out of his current ones, sometimes he brought a book, and once he even brought this drink he called beer. Most of the time, though, he just asked questions that Gilbert really didn't have a choice but to answer. He only came around once in a while. He was the reason Gilbert knew his name, because that's what he called him. And those were the only things he ever brought with him. Things like food appeared on the desk whenever Gilbert woke up after falling asleep. He never ran out of tooth paste and sometimes his toothbrush would randomly change overnight.
Gilbert never really questioned anything. Once, when the man came in and Gilbert was little, he asked a lot of questions. But the man got really mad at him. Gilbert didn't ask any more questions. One day, though, he was watching TV and they were talking about hair color, and he got curious about his own. The man would cut his hair on occasion, always right before it got long enough for Gilbert to see it. There were no mirrors, so Gilbert didn't know what color it was. So, what he did was, he grabbed onto a good chunk of his hair and pulled it out. It hurt, but he immediately looked at it. It looked white in his pale hand. White hair wasn't normal, was it? He didn't tell the man about this, but he had always wondered. That brought the question of what color his eyes were. That was an eternal question for him. He had always wondered…
This was his prison, and he could honestly say he hated it.
One day, an average day, Gilbert woke up. Staring at his white ceiling. He shifted himself up on his elbows and looked over at the desk. There was a plate on it with food. It looked like spaghetti and meatballs. His meal was different every day. But he always had water to drink it with.
He sighed, getting up from his bed and sitting down in front of the computer. He took a sip of his water as it booted up. Usually, right when he woke up, he would eat while he played World of Warcraft. One of his friends was always on when he was, for some reason, so he would always play with him, and others, on occasion. The name his friend had chosen was Hero, which always made Gilbert laugh, because he would die a lot, proving to be not much help. Gilbert had chosen Awesome Me, because he was just so awesome.
Currently, they were fighting a mountain giant, trying to complete a quest they had been working on for a while. Gilbert looked down quickly to pick up a meatball with his fork, and when he looked up, Hero died.
"You gotta be kidding me," Gilbert muttered as the giant started attacking him. He dropped his fork and desperately tried to fight back. "No, no, no, no, no!" He cried out as he watched himself die. "Great, thanks for nothing, Hero…"
Soon after, he finished his spaghetti and turned the computer off. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. Today was just going to be another boring day… He tapped his fingers on his desk for a while and then turned the computer back on. He went onto YouTube and started playing the first song that came to his mind. And then he dropped to the ground in front of his bed and started doing push-ups.
He would always work out after he ate his food. Sometimes, when he was bored(which happened a lot), he would see how many he could do in one run, this was one of those times.
He got to 40 when he heard that wall separate and someone walking right in front of him.
"Hello, Gilbert," the man said in his familiar voice.
"Guten Tag," Gilbert sighed. 47…
"How are you today?" he asked, like usual. Gilbert inwardly rolled his eyes, just another boring day. 52.
"Bored," Gilbert informed.
"I brought your medicine," the man said and Gilbert twitched. He would sometimes come with giant pills that he was forced to take.
"Wunderbar…" Gilbert muttered. 60.
"I have been thinking recently, Gilbert," the man said and then Gilbert tuned him out. He usually started ignoring him at around this time. At 70, Gilbert got an idea. He had seen people on TV do clap push-ups. He wondered if he could to it… He stopped himself at 75 and prepared himself to try to do a clap push-up. He moved himself down all the way and pushed himself up really quickly and took his hands off the ground. Then he brought his hands together, heard them clap, and caught himself before he fell onto the ground.
"That's awesome!" Gilbert chuckled, looking down at the ground. That was the most entertaining thing he'd done in weeks.
"I am glad you agree, Gilbert," the man said and Gilbert sat up quickly, looking at where he heard the voice. When did he sit down on the couch?
"What?" Gilbert blinked. What did he just agree to?
"It doesn't quite matter right now," the man said and stood up from the couch. Gilbert quickly stood up and fought back a groan when the man handed him the pills.
"Say, how come I've never known your name?" Gilbert asked as he walked towards his plate and water.
"We talked about this before," the man stated calmly.
"I know that," Gilbert looked down at the two horse pills in his hand. "How about you finally tell me what these are for?"
"Allergies," the man said quickly. Suddenly, a melody started playing in the room that wasn't Gilbert's music. Gilbert looked behind himself and the man pulled out a phone and pressed it to his ear. "I am in the middle of something. What is it?" Gilbert blinked in surprise. He had never heard the man sound so angry. He had always been calm around him.
"Something wrong?" Gilbert grinned, turning around and leaning against the desk. The pills were still in his hand. He wanted to see how long he could put off taking them.
"He ran away again?" the man demanded into the phone and Gilbert nearly jumped. The man turned towards that wall and Gilbert followed him at a distance. "Yes, yes, I'm coming. The second you find him, put a perimeter around him. Don't let him get further than Burdensbrow." The man hung up his phone and looked over to Gilbert. "Step back." He always said that when Gilbert tried to see into the crack in that wall.
"Fine," Gilbert grumbled and stood back. The wall opened and the man stepped through. Gilbert quickly stepped towards the door and watched it close. He saw something on the outside, though, for the first time. It looked like a blue light, or a lot of blue lights. There were several people out there, too, but that was all he could see. Gilbert looked at the wall for a while and looked down at his hand holding the pills. He didn't have to take them for once. Gilbert closed his hand around them and looked around, like someone was watching him.
He quickly darted over to his bed and threw the pills underneath it. He would see what life's like without those things.
And then there's that blue light. Gilbert got an idea. All he would have to do is wait for that man to come back.
"Aw! Come on!" Alfred yelled out, slamming his hand into the side of the computer. It was old anyway, he didn't care if he broke it.
"Alfred, don't hit it like that or you'll break another computer," Arthur sighed behind him. He noticed Alfred was constantly at the computer recently. His bright, sandy blonde hair was dulled now from lack of light. And that usual cowlick of his was drooping.
"But I died!" Alfred complained. "Again!"
"Turns out your name is wrong," Arthur chuckled, going to leave the room. "You aren't much of a hero after all."
"Hey!" Alfred turned around in his spinny chair. He looked at Arthur. For a guy obsessed with shadows, he sure looked bright and happy. His hair was practically the color of the sun and his green eyes were brightly colored. Alfred's were just a dull blue from lack of sunlight. He just didn't find a point in going outside anymore. "I am the greatest hero ever!"
"Tell that to me when you aren't dying when your friend needs you the most," Arthur sighed.
"Awesome Me can handle himself just fine," Alfred shook his head. He stood up, not caring about his computer anymore.
"Don't you find it weird that one of your best friends is someone you've never met in person?" Arthur leaned against the doorframe of the study.
"Well, can I have friends I meet in person?" Alfred asked. "You've told me before that I can't!"
"I'm going to go search for him," Arthur shook his head and started out, into the hallway.
"Don't you get tired of searching for him?" Alfred ran out in to the hall.
"Maybe, maybe not," Arthur shrugged, not looking behind him.
"I don't think you'll ever find him," Alfred sighed.
"Look," Arthur turned around just as he got to the front door. "There was only one person born with his power. It's rare. This is the first time it's showed up in 300 years. And looked what happened while it was gone. We need to find the holder of that power to make this world normal again."
"What makes you think we can't do it by ourselves?" Alfred asked.
"Seven people are not enough to change the world, Alfred," Arthur sighed, turning around and opening the door.
"And here you are thinking one man can," Alfred snorted as Arthur left, closing the door behind him.
"Alfred, are you okay?" Alfred shuddered at the random, ominous voice. He nearly squealed, but he turned around and saw his brother, Mathew, right behind him.
"Fine," Alfred crossed his arms in front of himself. It always scared him the way his brother would act invisible all the time. "It's just that Artie's chasing that stupid dream again."
"You don't think he can find him?" Mathew asked as Alfred started back towards the study.
"How do we even know it's a he?" Alfred asked as he sat down in front of the computer.
"You're going back online?" Mathew asked.
"What else do I have to do?" Alfred demanded, turning around to face his brother. "I can't act normally in the real world like he does! At least this way I can make more than 6 friends!" Alfred turned back around. "Besides, it's not like I need to work out or move to stay strong in the first place…"
"Alfred…" Mathew sighed.
"Hey, I don't care if we don't find him," Alfred shrugged. "I've lost hope in him anyway."
I'm back with a new story! Who's excited?
Okay, so this story is a little different from the ones I'm used to doing. One main difference is that it's a RuPru rather than a USUK. Weird for me... Also, this is lightly based off Snow White. You can tell at certain parts in the story, but the rest not so much. The plot line for that story is so basic and nothing happens, I'm surprised they made a movie out of it. But I figured out a way to make it longer. We will see how this works out. Another difference is that I usually have a ton of OCs, but that man I think is the only OC I'm gonna have and he's not really in here all that much. Hey, he doesn't even have a name!
Anywho, reviews are very well appreciated as they keep me writing stories. So if you like this and want to see it continue, please review.
And I do not own Hetalia or Snow White, and Burdensbrow is a made up town. If it really exists, I don't own it.