Leslie groaned at the cold, he trembled as he hugged himself. "Cold.. Cold.. Cold.." He muttered, walking through various of rooms, ending in different parts of Ruvik's twisted memories and events that occurred. None of the monsters attacked him, they simply walked past with a sort of catatonic gaze. When some came to close, he quickly looked for shelter and hid until they left. Counting numbers until he was sure he was safe.

He left the rooms, gasping each time he found twisted experiments on people. Pictures of human anatomy, the raw stench of blood and bile covered the walls and floors. Gurney's, knocked over wheelchairs, locked doors inside the mental hospital. He'd end up in the sewers at times, frowning at the decay and then he'd find himself in another room. This endless wandering confused him. Leslie didn't know how long it's been since he last seen Ruvik, but even alone, he felt Ruvik was close by. Keeping him at arm's length.

".. Cold.. I'm cold.. I'm so cold.." Leslie shuddered. He pushed open a door and found himself on the path to the Victoriano Estate. It was always deserted of any type of memories, besides a few snippets that he never bothered to acknowledge. It was also dark and eerie, but he's been here a few times and it seemed all too familiar to him. He walked towards the tall black gates and pushed it open. It was always open, never locked.

Leslie felt like someone was watching him, he didn't bother looking back. He knew Ruvik was there, keeping an eye on him. Leslie's body was hunched over, his fingers dug harder into his skin as he hurried across the courtyard to the front doors. He turned the knob and walked inside. It was cold like everywhere else he's been. The same old vestige of Ruvik's twisted memories, distorted by his own bitterness.

Leslie ran to the staircase and ascended to the second floor. He hurried down the hall and pushed open the closest door where he found a bedroom. He closed the door and walked across the room. The creak of the floorboards made him clench his teeth. He didn't want to make too much noise. He crawled on the bed, took the blankets and covered himself up. There was no warmth, but he slowly fell asleep.

Ruvik was downstairs. He followed Leslie throughout the mindscape, when he noticed Leslie coming to the mansion. He figured there was only one reason why. He teleported to the second floor, down the hall and in front of the closed door. He pressed his hand against it, but hesitated, he didn't want to freak Leslie out. He did a good job keeping the monsters and the traps from killing him this far. With a sigh, he teleported inside the room.

He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the quiet, shivering albino. Glancing around the room, the decrepit memories annoyed him. Leslie didn't go anywhere else, not in the basement, although he's been down there a few times only when he was forced. On his own, Leslie went to places he figured was safe. Ruvik scoffed, his memories weren't safe, they were damaged and scarred.

Even from the bedroom, he could hear the soft cries of his mother and his own in the vents when his father locked him away. There was no regret when he killed them both. His gaze fell back to Leslie, he was still shivering and Ruvik had no interest in helping him with his warmth.

"Why do you always come to this room?" He asked, mostly to himself. Sometimes it wasn't this room specifically, but the next room over. He found Leslie there before, underneath the covers, shivering how he is now. He used to sleep talk, muttering incoherent words. At the time, Ruvik didn't care one thing for Leslie and he'd wake him up by animating the corpses and traps. Watching Leslie go through them with ease by manipulating his own mind.

Since then, Leslie has taken this room instead. His room. The one he used when he was happy with his sister. He wondered if Leslie knew the bed - he fell asleep on occasionally - was Ruvik's. If he'd said anything, would Leslie stop sleeping there. Would he go back to Laura's or would he choose his parents bed down the hall.

He didn't like the thought of finding Leslie in that room. Although, Leslie never went close to that area of the house. It was like Leslie knew what happened there and decided to avoid it at all costs. All he ever did was run to Ruvik's bed and fall asleep, then he'd wake up and wander again. It irked him that Leslie was getting used to his mind, it made him want to test Leslie with many other deadly traps. Just to see how long he can last without falling asleep.

Ruvik looked down at Leslie, noticing the flicker of the memories change. He jerked in his sleep, a soft moan fell from his lips as he twisted around, turning away from Ruvik and hugging the blankets to his chest. His body stopped and his breathing went back to normal.

"Even when you're unconscious, you can manipulate my mind." Ruvik's hands curled into fists, he wanted to learn more of Leslie, why he had so much power over him. Instead, he decided to leave, to think things over and review his notes of Leslie Withers in his laboratory.

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Notes: I switched tenses, my bad.

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