Hmmm... seems someone has a problem with a first person P.O.V story that doesn't list a name for that character. Hmmmm...

ANYWAY! DISCLAIMER! The original inspiration for this is from the quiz by Kairi Higurashi; 2P! Hetalia The Haunted Asylum. Good quiz; I recommend it. Also, I own nothing except Flying Blueberry Bunny.


"You know they're lying, don't you?"

I glanced up at my constant companion that had followed me through the gates. Flying Blueberry Bunny, or Berry for short, rarely left my side and had insisted on coming with me even though he had a bad feeling about the asylum. I was glad he had come. I didn't want to be alone in this situation.

"I know Berry. But I've got no choice since I'm locked in," I whispered.

"That's true," he bobbed his dark blue head in agreement. "But..."

"And I'm tired of being teased."

"I know. But..."

"And...," I said cutting him off again. "I'm tired of being called friendless. I want friends that others can see so people will stop thinking that I'm crazy. Right now, I don't care how bad they are."

The bunny landed on my shoulder and looked at me with pity. He knew I wanted human friends; no disrespect to him. The faerie nuzzled me gently.

"Bad people don't make good friends," Berry whispered. "I'm sure you'll find good people to be friends with one day."

"I hope so," I replied dejectedly.

"You do know though that if you go in there," he gestured at the old building with one paw, "you might not come out again."

I looked at the asylum which appeared even darker in the fading light. All the color was being leeched out of it. Even the overgrown ivy was looking dull now. The atmosphere was foreboding, and there was a sense of danger in the air. I tried not to tremble at the thought of violent spirits roaming the dilapidated halls.

"Since I know those three won't stick around to make sure I spend the entire night here, I can get away with just going as far as the front door. I'll count to a hundred and come out. They'll be gone by then. It'll be fine," I said trying to reassure my friend.

Berry just shivered and said nothing. 'At least I hope it'll be fine,' I thought as I approached the scarred double doors. When I pushed them open they creaked noisily on rusted hinges. I found myself in what appeared to be the lobby. There was enough light to make out some of my surroundings. To my right was a staircase going upwards to the second floor. Straight ahead was a hallway, and to my left was another hallway.

Though there was plenty of light to see all of this, there wasn't enough light to see where the hallways led. But that didn't matter since I wasn't intending to go down any of those hallways. I looked down, and noticed that there were scratches in the floor. They appeared to have been made by something heavy being dragged across it.

I shook my head to try and clear it before silently counting. '1, 2, 3, 4...,' I counted in my head. The count continued. When I reached fifteen I heard something being dragged across the floor. It was coming from upstairs. I could see part-way up the staircase until it took a left at a small landing. Knowing the three girls, this was probably a prank to try and scare me. Refusing to be taken in by a stupid prank, I headed towards the stairs to try and find the source of the sound. Just as I reached the first step the noise stopped. Then I heard a voice, and it wasn't Berry's.

"Well, look what we have here. You're kind of cute."

I looked up startled. Standing on the landing was a young man. He had tan skin, auburn hair, and red eyes that were barely covered by his dark glasses. He wore a dark bomber jacket, white shirt, and jeans. Most disturbingly, he carried a nail studded bat that was covered in blood.

"So doll face, want to stay with me?" the young man smirked.

Before I could respond another voice spoke from behind me.

"Back off Allen. I saw her first."

I whirled around to find the speaker. It was another young man; this one with blond hair, a top which rested a pair of dark glasses, tied back in a pony tail. His eyes were dark blue. He wore a Canadian Mounted Police uniform. He too carried a blood covered weapon; a hockey stick. The first young man, apparently named Allen, glared at the blond.

"That's bullshit Matt. I saw her first and you know it," Allen shot back.

"Like hell you did! I saw her first, so she's mine," the one called Matt replied.

"Bastard! She's mine," Allen growled as he charged Matt.

"Bring it on asshole," Matt yelled as he met the charge.

Suddenly the two were rolling around on the floor yelling insults while punching and kicking each other. I just stood there in shock until I felt Berry tug on my shirt.

"_, you have to get out of here," the mystical creature begged. "Quick. Before they settle on who gets you."

I nodded mutely and turned back to the double doors. But the double doors were gone, in their place was a single door. I paused in doubt. Again Berry urged me to hurry.

"Go, go! Get out before it's too late!"

"Right," I mumbled as I approached the door.

I grabbed the door knob and silently prayed that I would be able to find the exit by going through it. Of course I didn't know that praying doesn't help in that place.


Another cliffhanger. Yay. Since I don't know if this will be pulled or not, I'll just try to keep updating as much as possible.