Hey guys. This is my first fic on Fanfiction, and hopefully not my last. (I have this complete work published on AO3, and am slowly adding it to this site.)
That being said, and I'll try not to ramble, but I love video games and I love Yuri, so that's kind of where this came from. I really wanted to do a Life is Strange, Left Behind-esque story for a while now, and I've also been dabbling with Resident Evil, Silent Hill fan fiction.
Anyway, I read some cute fics about Luan and Luna Loud and their respective lesbian love interests when it hit me: Why not kill two birds with one stone and do a Survival Horror/Yuri fic?
It's one of her bad days.
Yeah, she could sit with the theatre kids, or maybe even her sister would tolerate her presence at the jock table.
Instead, she chooses to put in her earbuds, crank the volume up louder than actually necessary, and keep her head hung low as she hastily makes her way to the restroom.
And not the restroom by the cafeteria- too many people go there.
No, she goes all the way to the field house to hide in the bathroom there.
She makes her way inside and the door swings shut. She tries to look casual as she checks to make sure no one is occupying any of the stalls, and once she's certain no one's around, she makes her way inside of one.
She takes out her earbuds and unlocks her phone, only to discover that she has a mere 6% charge left on her battery. She curses, and defeated, she hangs her head.
Luan Loud begins to cry.
The day started out just fine. None of the sisters were giving each other any grief, the sun was shining on this beautiful summer day, and she had even penciled down a few good jokes in her journal on the way to school.
But somewhere along the way, she just shut down. She had her family, and her theatre troupe, but she still didn't feel quite she belonged anywhere. She was the weird kid with the creepy wooden doll, the one who liked to dress up as a mime or a clown for kids' birthday parties. She didn't have boyfriends, and she certainly didn't go to parties. She didn't even do social media- except a Facebook page to take bookings for Funny Business Inc. of course.
It just creeped up on her all at once, the way it always does on bad days.
She's having a pretty good cry- really working up some tears, until she just barely hears the bathroom door creak open.
She quickly regains her composure, wiping away her tears and sniffling as quietly as she can before whoever this is can catch her in the act.
She carefully leans over to peek under the stall door, discovering two dark purple boots that belong to a girl standing in front of a mirror.
For a moment, she just stands there, and then she slowly makes her way into the stall farthest to the right of Luan.
Luan considers propping her feet up on the toilet, but she knows she's been seen. "That would just be weird," she tells herself.
She thinks about just up and leaving, but she knows her face is red and puffy from crying. She could blame it on her asthma or her allergies, but she really just wants to avoid any attention.
So, she just sits there quietly, waiting out the rest of lunch until she's ready to face Algebra- or until the stranger with the dark purple boots leaves first.
As if it matters.
Luan wakes up from a deep, dreamless sleep. She finds herself on the cold, hard floor of a strange, grimy room with concrete walls.
"What the-" she utters, absolutely dumbfounded.
"This isn't my room. And I didn't even have anything to drink last night," she quips.
As she becomes somewhat alert, she stands up and looks around. There's actually a bed mounted to the wall to the side of her, but the sheets look dirty, and maybe even stained.
There's an unclean toilet and sink in the left corner, and a small white table on the right side of the room. There's also a strange small hole high up on the farthest wall of the room, maybe a window. Finally, there's the door. The pane is barred, and there's no knob to open it.
Upon realizing this, Luan begins to panic. "What? No, no, no," she sputters. She tries to push the door, then yanks on the pane bars, but it won't budge.
"What the heck?!" she exclaims.
She just stands there for a moment, trying to calm herself down before she loses her breath.
Once she's more relaxed, she starts contemplating her situation.
"Okay, I remember lying down in my own bed, Luna asking me about her song for Sam, and then I fell asleep. How the heck did I end up here?..."
"And just where exactly is here? It's all damp and- gross. I feel like I've been flushed down a toilet… A really- fucked up toilet."
She can hear some indistinct noises coming from outside the room- the cell, really, but she can't quite make them out. There's a sudden loud pang though, not the kind that happens on its own. It must be someone else!
"Hey! HEY! Help! I'm in here! Hey! Somebody, please! Get me out of here! Help!" she hollers, but no one responds.
"Anybody?!..."
Defeated, she quiets down.
"Please…" she musters out, before sliding down the wall.
And again, she begins to cry.
"How am I gonna get out of here? What's gonna happen to me?" she asks herself.
A chill runs down her spine. Something is going on out there.
She perks up, and a shadow eclipses the narrow beam of light at the bottom crack of the door.
She scoots away from it, unsure really of what to do as her heart begins racing.
She anxiously stares at the door, and hears a crinkling sound from the other side- like someone trying to turn a locked doorknob. The noise stops for a moment, then starts again.
Then- the door opens.
It lets out a loud creak as a girl with dark hair makes her way inside.
At first glance, she thinks of Luna, then Lucy.
It's neither though, it's just some girl.
Or is it?
She just stands there, grimacing at Luan, waiting for her to react, she supposes.
"Who are you?" Luan asks without budging.
"I'm nobody," the girl replies in the most gothic of voices. "I heard you crying so I thought I'd let you out."
"I wasn't crying. I have allergies," Luan quickly retorts, wiping the snot off her nose with a quick wrist swipe.
"Yeah, sure," the girl says, and she turns to leave.
"Hey, wait!" Luan yells, quickly standing herself up.
She makes her way out the door, and the girl has already made it halfway down the hall of this strange place. She sort of takes in the environment: the concrete walls, the dirty floors, the water dripping sporadically from the ceiling, but she mostly focuses on catching up with the girl.
"Wait! I'm not done talking to you!"
"What?" she simply responds, still walking forward.
"Ugh... Where are we? What is this place? And who are you?" Luan frustratingly asks.
"I already told you. I'm nobody. And I don't know where we are," she answers, still stubbornly walking forward.
Luan stops. "That tells me nothing!" She shouts, throwing her hands in the air.
The girl just keeps moving forward down the hall, and Luan takes a moment to take it all in. If she had to guess, this place is a prison. It certainly looks like one, but it feels weird. It's all moist and humid, like she's going to evaporate. "Wow, that thought got dark," she quips to herself. "This bitch must've rubbed off on me."
So, this first chapter was pretty short. There will be monsters and more Silent Hilly things, I just didn't get them into this chapter.
Thanks a lot for reading, comments would be nice just to know somebody gives a hoot.
