Enter- the ghost of the Doll house
Johnkat! Daverezi! Slight john x Vriska
Dave and Terezi where alone in the dining room, Terezi licking nothing but dust but it seemed like she did not mind at all.
"These colors taste so good!" Terezi face was taking in a pink blush, her face showed pure joy. Her hands wondered to any object she found in the slow exploration of the large dining room. Her cane having been given to Dave a few minutes ago. There was the sound of the old crocked door opening Dave turning his head to the door in full alert as Terezi froze and stood up strait to hear the intruder as they entered the room.
"hey Dave , Terezi you guys know where John went?' Vriska asked stretching out some words as she always does. Dave just Shrugged his shoulders as Terezi crackling in the background.
"Don't know Serket but I think Egdert is waiting in that closet for his well-earned 7 minutes in heaven" Vriska snorted, her face showing annoyance.
"I mean it Dave I can't find him and no one knows where he is" her voice was series and has a strange uncommon worried tone to it.
"Shit"
John's flashlight danced from wall to wall , crawled door to door looking for his prize that was the dolls. Footsteps he can hear footsteps and they are coming John's way! Was it the ghost of the doll or was it a angry sprite taking the large house as its home. Thinking quickly john opened the door next to him only to find it was locked. The footsteps where getting closer. John ran down the corridor trying out door after door only to find them all locked, the only thing that scared him was why the doors were locked when they were open minutes ago when he passed by. John ran as fast as he could, as long as he was away from whatever was making the rushed heavy footsteps was far away from his location . Passing by where the stars meet the main hallway near the entrance of the house.
Then there it was, the sound of a piano the notes playing smoothly the tone happy and kind but turning cold and sad as the notes played on. John stopped running and stood to look over his shoulder, all he saw was the dark shadow of the thing that was following him. The moon, deciding to make its presents known, shine through the broken window that sat in the middle of the separating hallways upstairs, shedding light on the ghost , no the man's face. Three long scars running across his face, his hair wild and untamed, crazy bangs framing his face, a tall and intimidating figure.
The sound of the piano was loud and ringed throughout the house as it came from behind the man that stood his ground at the opening of the west wing.
"You best leave bro" the man said voice ruff his face cold showing not emotion.
"Why?" John asked confused, it was not like it was his house he can't just kick him out John thought.
"stop trying to take him away, he is not made of motherfucking gold you can't just melt him down to make you motherfucking jewelry" the man snarled his face scrunching up in discuss, this confused John.
"What? No way I'm not here for your umm … friend. I'm here for these dolls" John explained as he gently placed his bag down to reveal the doll to the man. The man face seemed a bit surprised before his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Where did you find that?" he asked his voice going low, John kept his ground.
"I founded it in one of the rooms" John answered simply putting back the delicate doll in his bag. The man did not seamed convinced but held out his hand.
"Give me the motherfucking doll bro, if you know what's good for ya" he threatened john, eyes narrowed and voice low.
"No way I still need to find the rest of them!" John resisted back strait to show his full height trying to look intimating , even if the other was defiantly taller.
"its 'his' doll , give it back to him, now" the man began to walk close to John reaching for the bag only to grab air as John ducked and ran the other way, towards the music.
"Motherfucker! Come back here!" the man shouted behind him as he ran after him.
"Feet don't fail me now!" John ran till the music got louder and louder coming to the end of the hallway meeting large double doors.
"Don't open that door!" the man shouted as John opened the door and shut it behind him barricading it with chairs and whatever the empty room had to offer.
"..Gamzee?" A small voice sounded behind John, John froze as the music stopped with a bad note. The thin doll like figure turning around in the chair it sat on, eye like dyed glass hazy and shiny, skin milky and smooth looking that it was hard to see the thin white hair from a distance, its hair was mess and short. John felt as if he was being dragged to the boy that sat on the piano stool.
'Vriska might be pretty but this guy takes the cake …wait but I'm not homosexual!' John thought in panic as his body was being dragged closer and closer to the boy.
'Wait why is he getting closer to me?' John was confused until he felt the strange pull on his body and panicked, dragging his feet on the floor to stop himself. Johns didn't notice the sound of his bag opening and the doll leaving his side. When John did noticed the boys arms where open as if waiting for a hug, as the doll floated to him the air around the room picked up , colorful Autumn leaves from outside danced in through the window as the doll came in contact with the boy.
"What did you motherfucking do!?" the door busted open to revealed a shocked man, his hair violently being flipped by the fast winds within the room.
"I don't know!" John yelled back in shock holding on to a cracked pillar the man soon joining him and the doors slammed shut behind him.
"What happening?!" John yelled a bit scared and the wind began to pick them off their feet, they fought to keep themselves collected to the ground but the man could not and ended up having to grip Johns hand as he slipped.
"You gave him the doll!" the man yelled back his hair being swept back eyes watering from the fast winds.
"What does that have to do with anything!?" John yelled back waiting for a replay but can only see his lips moving and the sound of the roaring wind.
"What!?" John tried to listen but could not. Turning his head to see the boy, John saw as the doll began to crack and boy began to shimmer. Seconds later the doll was nothing but red dust swilling around the boy as he hunched over like he was in pain. Then the boy fell as the red dust sprinkled on the boys head and everything stopped. The wind was gone but not without leaving a huge mess, leaves where scattered chairs were thrown to their sides, the only thing left standing was the large red wood piano in the middle of the room. John got up and hesitantly walked over to the boy on the ground, kneeling on one knee to push away the boy's hair from his face. Slowly the boy's eyes opened as he turned his head to look at John.
"Hey, are you OK?' John asked gently as the man walked to stand near John, the boy blinked and nodded his head.
"..Who are you?" The asked voice quiet, John just smiled.
"I'm John, what's your name?" the boy blinked again small bits of his memory returning to him, 'my name? What's my again? Oh that's right!' the boy thought over quickly.
"Karkat, Karkat Vantas"
