Hai! This beginning of this story is a direct reference to the most epic game made by Human Entertainment, Clock Tower. A rather hidden gem to the horror franchise, in my honest to goddess opinion. It revolves around in a orphaned girl named Jennifer Simpson(Toris, Lithuania) Her best friend, Lotte(Feliks, Poland), Laura(Eduard, Estonia) and Ann(Raivis, Latvia), who are adopted by this mysterious man named Mr. Barrows(Alfred F. Jones, America). The orphanage matron, Ms. Mary(Yekatarina Braginskaya, Ukraine) takes them to Barrows mansion, takes them inside, and goes to find Mr. Barrows. Then the player gains control and you talk to the girls for a bit. Finally, Lotte offers to go look for Ms. Mary and Jennifer, the player, offers to do it instead. Inserting some cliché horror, terrified scream, missing characters and a dark room, you eventually run into a nine year old boy named Bobby, or as he is more infamously known for, Scissorman(Ivan, Russia).
I also made them younger, the characters in the game are not this young. Game is also based in Norway, so the story is also.
Long bit of background knowledge, I don't own the game or Hetalia
Now, I've loved this game since I was eleven. Recently, I made friends with Vanya Heart over fanfiction. Reading her Coriander and Feverfew, or my Frozen Sorrows or To Serve Insanity, we mentioned each other in our stories. So I asked if she would write this fanfiction with me and she agreed~ So half of this story is written by Vanya, the other half by me. (Actually, a bigger majority is written by her ._. haha... I'm not too descriptive...).
Long authors note, sorry.
Raised in the Granite Orphanage, Toris and his friends were wanted as adopted sons.
It happened in September.
"Like, Eduard, hurry up! We want to be there before sunset!" A blond boy, Feliks, around 15, sneered, ushering the slightly darker blond boy, Eduard, who was about 13 to the group. The 11 year old, Raivis, walked in front of them.
"Ms. Braginskaya?" The brown haired boy, Toris, asked.
"Yes" The short haired woman, Yekatarina, who was the orphanage matron, giggled happily, her large chest bouncing joyfully.
"From now on, what kind of place will we be living in?"
"Toris, that's the fifth time you've asked!" She giggled once more. "Don't worry; it's a very nice place." Toris smiled at her words. He and was glad to get out of that dreadful orphanage, and his friends got adopted along with him! He couldn't be happier. Eduard and Raivis were rather close, and he and Feliks were great friends. The man who adopted them, Mr. Jones, sounded very nice...and rich!
"We're almost there." Ms. Braginskaya pointed to a house in the distance. "See?"
The house was huge! They were half a mile away and they could see the house clear as day. One notable thing, was that the house had a Clock Tower.
The house was a pale, pasty white, but living in England, it was a general style. The house was accented with a chocolate brown. Toris and the boys were brimming with excitement; they could not wait to meet their new father.
The whole time they make their decent towards the house, Toris' eyes remained glued upon the clock tower. He did not know why, not for sure, but the thing fascinated him for some reason; he wondered, vaguely, if it still worked...then again the house did appear very old, so it was probably unlikely.
"Yo, Toris," Feliks' voice rang shrilly in his ear. "Stop staring all creepily at the clock tower, it's like, not cool." Feliks' mouth was drawn up into a pout as he stared at his friend, and his yellow eyebrows were pressed down on his forehead, which was shiny a bit, damp from perspiration. Toris smiled at his friend, causing Feliks to blanch and step back into his state devoid of seriousness. "Ahaha not that I'm scared of the place, no, not at all!" He peeped, flipping his silky blonde hair out of his face in a girlish way. "It's just, uh, rude to stare, broski!"
Reluctant, Toris tore his eyes from the clock tower. "Yeah..." He muttered, not sure what else to say. He was in a very strange mood - excited, yet nervous - and his feeling were so mixed up, he didn't know how he should feel. "D-do you think Mister Jones will like us?" He asked out of the blue, biting into his lower lip. He regretted asking immediately, feeling like he had asked a stupid question.
"I'm sure he's a nice man." Eduard spoke up from beside them, as during their conversation, he had casually crept up to their pace. "He must be really lonely, you know, living all alone up here, without any sons, or daughters, or a wife..."
"Holy crap! Are you saying that, he's like, a pedophile!?" Feliks exclaimed, clasping his hands on either side of his face in mortification. "Oh my gosh, I...I already have trouble with people as it is! Bros, I can't live with a pedophile!"
"Boys!" The sound of Ms. Braginskaya's voice brought all three of them from their disturbing fantasies. They all looked at her, surprised, for she never spoke very loudly or demandingly, but upon sight of her smiling merrily as usual, everyone calmed. "Please, behave yourselves," She told them with a friendly tilt of her head. "Feliks." She told him specifically, although the boy was paying more attention to her oversized breasts than to her face.
Toris spoke up for his friend. "Yes, Ms. Braginskaya." He murmured politely, dipping his head towards her. "I'm sorry, we're just nervous."
A light seemed to touch the woman's eyes, and creep across her countenance, lighting her up like a star, and giving the children strength. "I know." She said softly, giving Toris a timid pat on the head. "It's okay."
Raivis, who had remained quiet for the majority of the whole journey, finally spoke, "Hey," He turned towards everyone, as he had been walking ahead, with his deep blue eyes glimmering. "We're here." He squeaked, excitement apparent in his voice. "We're at our new home!"
Ms. Braginskaya pulled a quirky smile. "Yes, you are." She giggled, floundering past the lot of them, her giant chest bouncing rhythmically as she did so. Stepping up to the door, she paused, and inhaled deeply, as if she too was a bit scared. "I'm sure Mister Jones will be delighted to see you." She chirped, but then looked to the side, and her gaze grew slightly sorrowful. "Although...I am not so delighted to see you go..." Sighing, Ms. Braginskaya and the four boys waited patiently. After what seemed like forever, Ms. Braginskaya jumped up, her breasts jumping along with her.
"I forgot~ Mr. Jones said we could go right in! Oh, silly me!" She opened up the door, and the boys were overcome with awe.
"What a huge place..." Eduard said softly, his eyes staring at how high the ceiling was, and the assortment of chandeliers.
"Yeah!" Raivis said, the young boys face was lit up with pure excitement. "The main halls gigantic!"
At a small table, Raivis and Eduard sat down, their backs straight and heads high, showing how respectable and well mannered they were.
Feliks, on the other hand, was leaning against a shelving unit with his hands in his pockets. Toris followed behind Ms. Braginskaya like a good kid.
"I must go get Mr. Jones so you boys can meet him! You all wait here." She said joyfully, before walking out the room in the door at the end of the main hall.
Toris then stood, rather awkwardly in the middle of the room. Once Ms. Braginskaya was had left, he turned to Raivis.
"Um, Raivis?" Toris said, knowing he sounded nervous.
"You want to know what Mr. Jones is like, right?" Raivis quickly said, it was as if the eleven year old read his mind.
"Yeah..." Toris mumbled. The boy was rather blunt, and the eldest boy stared at the youngest, expecting for him to continue whatever he was going to say. Strangely, the boy shuffled in his seat, and never continued. Toris then turned to Eduard.
"What is it...?" Eduard raised his eyebrows, asking Toris before the latter asked anything.
"Is something wrong?" Toris asked, concerned for the well being of his friend.
"T-this house makes me uneasy..." he said, then continuing to stare off into the distance. Toris decided that the two youngest were probably just really nervous, and then turned to his best friend, Feliks.
"I doubt I'll ever get used to this place." Feliks flipped his hair, it becoming somewhat of a habit after staying up past bedtime, watching all those sorority lives of those rich girls. Toris just responded with a confused look.
"Heh, Feliks is paranoid." Raivis chuckled, being as blunt and rude as ever. Feliks, on the other hand, fell silent. Toris knew something was wrong. He then noted that Ms. Braginskaya has yet to come back with Mr. Jones.
Raivis seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he then asked;
"Hey, can you go find Ms. Braginskaya?" Toris was asked. An uneasy feeling made his stomach hurt.
"Y-yeah. What did happen to Ms. Braginskaya?" Eduard pushed his glasses up, he looked very distraught. "Is she okay?"
"Braginskaya ...she really is taking a long time. Should... should I, like, go find her? She's so easily distracted, and what if Mr. Jones is trying something on her!" Feliks placed his hand on his forehead dramatically, fanning himself with the other. Toris sighed; he knew he was the bravest, and eldest out of the four. He would go find Ms. Braginskaya.
"Ne, I'll go look for her." He said, turning to the door she exited from. Leaving the bright yellow room, he walked into a dark, grey hall. Which had a truly eerie atmosphere. A room that had no door, possibly another hall, it was too dark to look down, was at his left, and a room with a mahogany door at the end. A single window was in that hall.
Taking a few steps in the room, he walked about halfway through before he heard a scream, probably Feliks, of terror.
"The main hall..." Toris muttered to himself. He turned to head back. Fear running down his spine as the curtains made a terrifying 'whoosh' noises and began shaking on their own, despite the window being shut. He quickly ran back to the main hall.
A chill wracked Toris' spine as he entered the main hall. Everything was dark, as if someone had abruptly turned off the lights, and the whole of the room seemed to be colder than it had before. "G-guys..." Toris began, his eyes flickering around the place, worried. Once more, he shivered, fear coursing through his veins like cold ice and pounding into his heart...but then he remembered that the girlish scream he had heard belonged to Feliks, who was one who loved to played pranks.
Being in no mood to play Feliks' games, as they were in a strange house, getting ready to meet their adopted father, Toris put his hands on his hips and called, "Come on, guys, this isn't funny!" As he walked further into the room, he realized that Raivis and Eduard must be playing along with the prank as well, because the little silver-cushioned chairs they had been sitting in were empty. Strange... He thought to himself, rubbing his hands together nervously. Raivis and Eduard aren't usually one to participate in such things...
"This is no time to be fooling around." He scolding, trying to keep from panicking - it was silly that he was panicking; nothing was going to harm him here! Letting out a sigh to release tension, Toris turned and paced the dark walls of the room. The normally light brown walls seemed gray, and menacing, and the fancy portraits of a strange man seemed demonic and enticing. I wonder if that is Mister Jones. Toris wandered absentmindedly.
After a bit of wandering, his fingers bumped into the light switch on the wall. Strangely, Feliks had not jumped out and scared him yet. I would have thought he would have tried before I found the light switch. Trembling ever-so-slightly now, Toris flipped the light switch on. The illuminated room provided no menacing feelings, unlike the unlit one had moments before. "Feliks...?" Toris mumbled aloud, scouring the room with raised eyebrows. After glancing around for a bit, he realized his friends were not there! Ah, I see. They're trying to pull off a scary-movie scenario, so that I'll think they disappeared and died or something. A snort of amusement escaped his nostrils, and he gave a small, disapproving smile. If this was any other day, he may have played along, but today they were meeting Mister Jones. It was too important of a day to be playing around!
"I see you are all going to be immature," He told the seemingly-empty room, forcing his mouth into a stern straight line. "I'm going to go after Ms. Braginskaya." Figuring they would follow him, Toris stepped out of the main hall, and back into the eerie hallway he had been in before.
He took a few steps, and then he looked back, expecting Feliks to come bursting from the room at any moment, and hug him like a despairing child...but no one came. Even logical Eduard, who would have clearly seen and respected Toris' intentions, did not appear. Frightened Raivis did not show his head either. It was then that Toris began to get a bad feeling inside his stomach, like a thousand black snakes coiling around each other in a pot of hot water. Perspiration formed upon his brow, and he quickly wiped it away with his hand. M-maybe they went to the restroom. He told himself. Y-yes, later...when I come back from finding Ms. Braginskaya, I'm sure they'll be there.
Gathering courage, Toris made his way down the dark hallway. The door less room seemed to gape at him ominously, and when he passed the window, something bright flashed behind the pane for a moment. "G-Ah!" He gasped, sure he had seen a pair of eyes...but when he walked over and pressed his fingers to the chilling pane, and peered out, the only thing that greeted him was darkness. "H-hah. I'm just being silly." He laughed uncertainly, pulling away from the window and resuming his trudge down the hall. He reached the mahogany door again, and opened it without hesitation, though his hands were shaking and made his movement jerky. "Hello?" He whispered softly to the new hallway that greeted him, but no one replied.
A large candle was hung from the wall, towards the top of it, burning timidly through the shadows. Beneath its golden yellow light, Toris spotted another door, which was slightly mahogany-colored as well, except with a silver handle. There are many rooms in this house. He thought over, tapping his fingers against his side repetitively. I should check them all. Taking in a deep breath, he approached the door, and slowly, carefully, opened it up and stepped inside.
The room was pitch black, and Toris had to navigate around for a bit, slipping his hands along the wall. "Where's the light switch...?" He asked aloud, a bit irritated that so little of the house seemed to be actually lit. When he found it, and turned it on, he was greeted by a textured brown room, with a bright, intricate crystal chandelier hanging above him. Elegant, grayish blue couches lounged in the center, atop an appealing ruby rug. "What a lovely room-" Toris began, but then he noticed the rather...gross looking painting in the corner of the room. The thing depicted large, mutated gray and black faces, screaming at him with obsidian, soulless eyes. "Agh..." They made Toris quiver.
On top of a bookshelf in the corner, Toris noticed there was a box. For some reason, he felt drawn to it, as if there was something mysterious about it, although it was nothing but plain wood.Besides, it's rude to be nosy... He reasoned, turning away from the box. There were no people in the room, so, he had best just go out, and continue his search. However, as he reached for the door handle, the wooden box seemed to be beckoning to him, and he couldn't help but feel as if, whatever the box contained, may be vital, somehow. But vital to what? He wondered, pulling his hand away from the door handle. Maybe...just one look inside the box...won't hurt... Slowly, he walked towards it, eyes glistening with temptation.
Toris reached up to the box and grabbed it. Opening it, he found a disturbing looking statue. A demonic aura glowed from it, causing Toris to want to throw it to the ground and flee the room. Just find Ms. Braginskaya and his friends. But something about that statue caused him to stuff it in one of his large pockets in his green coat, he had four after all. He put the box back up on the shelf and backed away. Feeling guilty, he looked at his feet. He then looked back up at the disturbing picture that looked like screaming faces. Taking a closer look at it, his spine racked with chills. He backed up slowly, as if the creatures inside would come to life and attack him.
Suddenly, blood spilled from the paintings eyes. Toris became startled and screamed. He fell on his rump and crawled franticly to his feet and sprinted out of the room. But he went out the door on the left side instead of the door he originally left out of.
He entered a bedroom, and began to calm himself now that he left the bedroom with the crying painting. The room had two beds, one was with yellow sheets, on the right the other had a silky red blanket with golden accents near the bottom. It was apparent the left bed wasn't used. Beneath the two beds were a blue carpet and a cherry wood floor. A vanity set was on the left side of the room; on the right was a table with a bird inside.
Toris inspected he vanity set, he knew he shouldn't, and should go back to the main hall, sure that his friends and Ms. Braginskaya were back by now and waiting for him. Looking at the set however, he saw a cracked picture and two hideously deformed children. They reminded him of...demons. He quickly put the photo down. He glanced down, and saw a bottle of perfume. Woman's perfume always smelt so nice to him, he decided to spray it and take a whiff of the scent. Doing so, he was overcome with shock.
"It smells like Ms. Braginskaya's..."
Why would Ms. Braginskaya's perfume be in this mansion? Mr. Jones lived alone, right? Why would a bottle of perfume that smelt just like Ms. Braginskaya's be in this mansion?
Something wasn't right. He pocketed the perfume, planning to ask the matron later when he saw her.
He looked into the mirror, sure he was a mess. He panicked rather badly in that other room, his hair was a mess. He leaned closer to the mirror, where his image suddenly drew a sadistic grin and reached out and grabbed his throat, choking him. He gasped and tried to cry out. He grabbed the mirror version of him wrist and dug his nails into it, pulling franticly away. The hand finally retracted and went back into the mirror. Toris eyes widened with fear, and he backed from the mirror slowly and left the room, going back the way he came, ignoring the Macaw in the room. He quickly walked through the room with the creepy picture, ignoring it the best he could. He couldn't help but catch a glance at it, and felt panic rack over him when he looked at it again, and saw the blood wasn't his imagination, and it was still there.
He went back into the short hall and chose to go into the room with no door. Upon entering the dark room, he saw that the room was a mess; part of the hall had collapsed. He looked outside one of the dusty windows and saw a shed and pool. A huge crack was in the wall. Toris bent over and looked out of it. It was thin and weak and breakable. Toris looked at the collapsed part of the hall and saw a perfect rock to break the weak part of the hall. He climbed up the rubble, wincing at the dirt he was getting on his knees.
"Just a pile of trash, wood and concrete." He muttered to himself.
He grabbed the rock and slid down the hill on his rump, once he got on the ground; he took the rock, possibly just concrete, but same difference, and threw it at the wall. The wall broke easily and created a hole wide enough for him to crawl through. He chucked the rock back to pile and crawled through the hole.
Toris emerged from the rubble hole in the wall into a dark and sinister-looking courtyard. The sun had fallen in the sky, and the moon cast an eerie, silver glow about everything. Dark pine trees swayed in the gentle breeze beside blackened windows, their twisted branches beckoning to Toris like strangers tempting children. What was this place? Toris wondered absentmindedly, straightening up upon the dying grass he stood on. Further on, the grass dissipated and connected into concrete. 'Is that a pool?'
Squinting, Toris cautiously made his way forwards. He was still in shock after witnessing the bleeding painting, and feeling the cold, scabby hands of his mirror-self upon him. 'It must be Mister Jones' fault,' He figured as he inched his way along, alert for even the slightest noise. 'He must really be a bad person...he's trying to hurt us!' Shuddering, Toris put his hands into his pockets. What if Mister Jones had killed his friends? What of he'd killed Miss Braginskaya? The tar-colored water of the pool only glistened in response, and rippled slightly. Toris marveled at how large and long the thing actually was.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" A gasping scream suddenly sliced open the night air, causing Toris to jump backwards in terror. His heart leapt inside his chest, and he felt it pushing blood in and out like a mad-man. "Aaa-!" The scream came again, but this time it was cut off.
"Hello?! Who's there?" Toris squeaked, dashing towards the familiar noise. Up ahead, he noticed bubbles rising from the water in the deep end of the pool. "Hello?!" He called out again, stopping at the end of the concrete to peer into its murky depths.
For a moment, the bubbles stopped, and the courtyard was returned to its awful, evil silence. 'Was I imagining things?' Toris asked himself, wondering if he might be going insane...but then he saw a shape moving beneath the surface of the black liquid, and a head burst to the surface.
"Aaah!" The person in the water cried, shaking his light brownish blonde hair that was plastered wetly to his head. There were red rings beneath his eyes, and his face was a pasty color of white. "T-Toris...Toris help me!" He sobbed, shaking all over and flailing his arms about in a despairing way. It was Raivis.
"R-Raivis!" The word flew from Toris' lips; he was shocked, stunned in place, and his mouth hung agape as he stated in absolute mortification at his young friend. What was he doing? Couldn't he swim?! Toris felt overcome with confusion.
"TORIS!" Raivis shrieked, sounding much like the dying scream of a lamb who was being slaughtered. Not a moment too soon after speaking, the boy disappeared beneath the water, as if pulled by some unseen force. His dripping, white hands flailed desperately above his head as he fought to push himself back to the surface.
Falling to his knees, Toris let out a whimper. Hot tears came into his damp, emerald eyes. 'W-what do I do?!' he asked himself. "Rai...vis..." He gulped, staring towards the hands flailing above the depths. Raivis' head broke the surface once more, and he cast one last look of hopefulness towards Toris.
But Toris couldn't swim.
"Grab my hand!" He commanded the struggling boy, stretching his arm out to him. If Raivis could just move a little closer, he could pull him to the edge... He stretched his arm out further, the muscles straining, wishing he were taller so that his limbs would be longer...
A look of complete grief crept over Raivis' face, and the light seemed to leave his bright blue eyes. "But Toris..." He whispered hoarsely, tears streaming from his chlorine-infected eyes. "Save...me..." He stopped thrashing, and a second later, he was jerked beneath the water.
"RAIVIS!" Toris screamed in horror and awe, watching the water bubble and splash around. He stared at it dumbly, not knowing what to do. He couldn't dive under, he would drown them both, but he must be a villain and a coward to let poor Raivis die... The bubbles stopped, and the water grew still, along with Toris' heart. "Raivis..." He whined, trauma taking over him. He couldn't even see the child's body floating in those black waters, yet he somehow was sure he was dead. Suddenly, his knees felt weak.
A grey hand shot out of the water and clawed the air near Toris' own. "Raivis!" He yelped, snatching the hand tightly and dragging it towards him. Maybe he did have a chance at saving his friend! However, as he gripped the freezing, calloused hand, he realized...this hand was bigger than Raivis'...and the nails were sharpened like claws. "A-ah!" Toris dropped the hand into the water and jumped backwards, falling upon his rump on the hard, shining concrete.
The foreign hand gripped the edge of the pool, and was soon followed by another. 'Oh god no, oh god no...' Toris felt sick to his stomach, and almost threw up all over himself from nervousness.'I'm going to die.' He thought as something dark and demonic began to emerge dripping from the water. Toris shut his eyes. He didn't want to see this...thing, when it killed him.
The sound of heavy breathing arose from the pool, and something launched itself onto the ground, not a foot away from Toris. 'Just kill me quickly!' Toris was about to say, but then, he thought something... This thing killed Raivis.
Upon the thought of his friend's demise, Toris opened his sharp jade eyes to the night. Vengeance. No, he would LIVE. There was no way he would give this monster the satisfaction of murdering two in one night, at one place. However, having no weapon to speak of, Toris figured for now he had better run!
Just as he was attempting to push himself to his feet, the thing fell upon him, or rather, leaped upon him. "Heh heh..." It giggled, tilting it's head to the side. Half of its face was concealed within a sopping, pinkish colored scarf.
Screaming, as no words would come to him at the moment, Toris squirmed beneath it. The creature appeared to be a person - a man - but it's face was slightly twisted, as if it had gone through some terrible torture or...been born with some horrifying deformity.
"NOOOO!" Toris wailed, becoming paralyzed with fear upon the sight of the creature's inhuman, lavender eyes.
In response, the monster laughed. "Why did you...stop...holding my hand?" He asked, in a way that hinted he had trouble speaking. He had a very strange voice that sounded just like a child's, although there was nothing childish about him. No mercy played upon his face, and it was obvious that he saw this as some sort of a game.
"Let me go." Toris hissed meekly, quivering beneath the demon that was sitting heavily upon his legs.
Instead of responding, the creature only smiled, flashing Toris its sharp, pointed teeth. Then it leaned to the side, taking more than half of its weight off Toris, and slid its hand along the ground... Toris' eyes widened when he saw what the creature was groping for - a huge pair of scissors, so long they could go around a man's neck.
"Hehe~ I like you!" The man-child giggled. "You don't want to die like that silly guy there, da?" The man with the scissors spread them open and placed the blades around Toris' neck and brought them close together, almost to a close. Toris cried out in fear, fear of death.
"Ne! Please! Don't kill me!" Toris cried, tears flowed down his porcelain cheeks, imagining how fragile he must look underneath those giant scissors.
"I won't kill you, if you promise to be my slave forever and ever~ If you decline..." The man's face darkened. "Then I will chop your pretty little head off right here. It will be so easy to, but such a waste... You just have to help me kill for my little sister Natalia... she likes to eat the body's of people! It helps with her deformity, which is worse than my own. She's gonna become really really pretty one day! After she eats enough people~" The man giggled once more.
"So, do you promise?" He asked once more.
"I don't want to die..." Toris said softly.
"Give me a straight answer or..." The scissor wielding man closed the blades ever so slightly, enough to chop Toris hair, showing how sharp they were.
"Y-yes! I agree! J-just don't kill me, whoever you are!" Toris sobbed, the man pulled back the scissors, resting them on the brunettes chest.
"Ah~! Really? Then I'll just have to hide you from mommy~ I'm Ivan, by the way. I think I'll call you... Maneken. Alright Maneken?" Ivan giggled, before climbing off of Toris, allowing the said man to get up.
"But my name is-"
"I don't care, Maneken. It means 'Dummy' in Russian, because you're a big dummy~ Now come, Maneken. I'm gonna show you my room! It's going to be your room now too~" Ivan grabbed Toris wrist, yanking him upwards, and dragging him to the side of the courtyard he has yet to go, pushing a box out of the doors way, and walking back into the mansion.
There we go!
Since I ended/began it, Vanya, you get to write the beginning to the next chapter~
Neeky-Chan, if you read this, think of a better title and description, and I'll bake you a cake.