The light shone brightly in his eyes, the dark room hardly illuminated by it, only his pale white face.
"Mr. Kirkland, can you please tell us what happen to you?" the voice said through the microphone, the owner hiding behind tinted glass. Arthur knew they were watching him in his orange jumpsuit, his wrists chained to the arms of the chair, his ankles chained to the legs. What did they expect him to do? Grow wings and fly away? Break through the glass and slaughter each and every one of them without thought? Yeah because the man had enough energy to do that, had the mental power to even form a plan to do it.
He leaned back in the wooden chair with a sigh. "From the beginning?"
"Yes." the voice replied with no emotion. They thought he was crazy, they thought they all were. Arthur knew they did. That's why they all were in Terra's Asylum.
Leaning forward with his elbows on the dirty, dusty table he said, "It was in September when we moved into the bloody house... We thought it would be great to live together, fun! But... We didn't know IT lived there first."
Hello Hetalia fans! So this fanfic is going to be like the Conjuring so spoiler warning.! I do take questions for the story so yeah.
Peace out
Joker of Clover
