I've been scratching at my brain for ideas on what to write, and this appeared. So... Ya... Enjoy and all that jazz.
Chapter 1 Down the "Rabbit" hole.
Matthew carefully stepped down from the final step in a swirling staircase, and nervously slid his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. It's old fabric was torn in some places distorting the image of the Canadian flag printed in the middle of the clothing article. He shakily sighed failing to calm his nerves.
His younger brother and a handful of his friends were all drunk the night before, all having a good time at his house. They did normal drinking games like beer pong for hours, until some of them fell asleep. The only ones left awake were Alfred, Gilbert, Kiku, and himself. Alfred suggested that they play truth or dare before one of them passed out or died of boredom. It continued along as planned until only he and Gilbert were left.
"You. You know what?" Gilbert slurred, a content smile stretched across his features.
"What?" Matthew was sitting back in his chair starring at the TV broadcasting meaningless nothing.
"Dare or dare?" Gilbert asked giggling from his utter stupidity.
"I don't know, dare?" Mattie said sarcastically.
"I dare you..." The albino stopped in thought, a devilish smile spreading across his face as a plan formulated in his head."You know that old Asylum a few miles out?"
"W-what? Ya- Why?" Matthew stopped spacing out and snapped his full attention back to his drunk buddy.
"Well I heard that anyone who goes in there comes out as nutty as it's patients." Gilbert adjusted his position so he was laying across the small couch with his head on the young Canadian's lap.
"I-isn't that place boarded off and abandoned?" The blond asked catching on to what his friend was getting too. He didn't like it at all.
"I dare you... to go in there, an-and bring back a souvenir. Kesesesesesese~!"
"WHAT! ARE YOU BAT-SHIT CRAZY! I DON'T WANT TO GET KILLED!" Matthew yelled in a new-found louder voice.
"Kesesesesesesese~!
"Ah... Bruder stop. Mattie clearly doesn't want to play your stupid game anymore." Ludwig rubbed his head sleepily. The blond man stood up from the floor next to Feliciano.
"Oh but it will be fun~ Don't be such a Muschi Mattie." Gilbert was still laughing in that strange way.
"N-no I'm just going to go to bed. Stay, leave I don't care, just be quiet. Please..." He wanted to dismiss this conversation as quickly as he could before something regrettable happened. He got up and walked into the other room, cradling his pounding head. The door slammed and the albino man shifted into a more comfortable position.
"You'll come around." Gilbert smiled darkly and resumed to watch the TV passively changing the channel a few times.
Matthew tossed and turned in fitful sleep, cold sweat dripping from his brow. The sound of bone shattering and flesh bending awakened him. 'What the hell was that...!?' He tried thrashing the blankets from his body, but stopped when his hand met cold leather.
"Scheiße we hit a bird." A German voice grumbled.
"Wha-" The Canadian looked down at himself and saw a grey seat-belt strapped tightly against his chest and waist.
"Gutan Morgen Mattie." The same German greeted.
"Morning big bro!" Alfred turned around to face his brother.
"What's g-going on?" Matthew asked afraid of the answer he might get.
"Dude where was it you were taking him again?" the american asked the man in the drivers seat. Mattie could hear frantic whispering and a soft chuckle.
"To Candyland~~!" They both cheered as the car shuttered to a stop. The both of them laughed madly as the blond in the back seat froze in horror.
"Y-you've got to be shitting me..." He gaped in terror at the large metal gate towering ahead of them. The building past the metallic entrance was just as unsettling. A large red cross was painted to it's front, and large wooden boards littered the windows. Matthew's car door opened to reveal an over-excited american. He flashed his toothy grin and unbuckled Mattie as Gilbert came behind him with a crowbar.
"Ready for the next 48 hours of your life?" Alfred asked, still helping his brother out of the car.
"N-no, wait 48 HOURS! Alfred No!" Matthew cried out in fear.
"You'll be fine... trust me!" The younger of the to encouraged. When they were both standing and ready, they started to walk to the front of the car where their German friend was inspecting his headlights.
"Damn birds." the albino whispered to himself before scraping the large black bird's carcass out of the light socket and throwing it in the opposite direction. "C'mon lets get moving shall we?" He walked up next to both brothers and helped shove the Canadian towards the building that would only show up in your nightmares. It felt like hours for their march of death to end before they reached the boarded off front door.
"Oh no. Its boarded off... I guess we'll just have to go now, eh?" Matthew tried his best to get out of this mess. Alfred looked at him and started to laugh annoyingly.
"Dude your funny."the american stated between bursts of laughter. Gilbert walked up next to them and smiled evilly.
"It's not gonna be boarded off for long. THIS DOOR IS NO MATCH FOR THE AWESOME ME!" He pulled out the crowbar from behind his back and quickly pried it between the wood and the door frame. Mattie's heart sank, the wood separated as if it were nothing. The door creaked open and the Canadian was quickly shoved inside by two sets of arms. He looked back through the open door for a second savoring what could be his last glimpse of the outside world. He heard the beat of wings, and not even a second later a huge crowd of black colored birds perched onto the gate. They all seemed to watch him, in anticipation. For what?
"Move dude." Alfred pushed past him, followed by Gilbert. The albino searched around the wall for a minute before finding a light switch and clicking it on. Surprisingly the electricity still worked here. But how? Isn't this place said to be abandoned? In front of them lay a small room, with a large desk off to the side, a withered potted plant set beside it. Under closer observation, he could see tons of papers and files strewn across it's surface.
"Dude check it out." Before Mattie could stop him, the american walked over to the desk and started going through the mess of papers.
"What did you find?" Gilbert asked as he walked over to Alfred an intrigued look plastered onto his face.
"Oh, look at this guy, says he's from Russia." Matthews's younger brother held out a file to him, a smile on his face. As the other two continued to look through all of the records and paperwork, Mattie looked down at the file in his hands. A small picture of a little Russian boy slid from the folder and rested on the ground. Even though it was in black-and-white he could see how miserable the child looked out in the cold winter setting. He flicked his eyes from the photo to the written report.
"Ivan Braginsky,
Date of birth:December 30th 1854,
Height:4'5",
Weight:87 lbs,
Birthplace: Moscow Russia,
Reason for entry:Brutally murdered 14 children at small town school. He was found holding a metal pipe against an educational instructor's throat.
Date of entry: September 13th 1867,
Current Family: None
-A long list of medications trailed off until the end of the page-"
Matthew frowned and whispered to himself, "That's terribly sad. He sat there for a few moments sulking and listening quietly to the other men. A loud crash echoed through the hall ahead of them, making them all jump in fear.
"Well Mattie, we'd better get going. Have fun~" Alfred shivered and muttered to himself about ghosts and other creatures from the movies he watches.
"Good luck buddy!"Gilbert called out as he was already on his way out the door. Alfred quickly hugged Matthew with a nervous smile, then ran after the German.
"Oh ya, before I leave." His younger brother stopped and handed the other blond a small flashlight. "Just to be safe." He didn't spare the older man a second to speak, before running full speed out the door.
"What abou-" Mattie sighed. "And he's gone..." The Canadian shook his head clearing all of his thoughts of death and fear, and focused on the task at hand, survive two days in this hell.
Thanks for reading, constructive criticism is welcome as long as you don't flame. C: I don't own anything, thought it would be pretty 'interesting' if I did. :3