"Mmg... What the heck happened..."
Alfred slowly sat up and rubbed his head. It hadn't hurt this bad since the last time he'd gone out drinking with Gilbert and Markus and woken up on the opposite side of town. And this time he hadn't even been drinking. Or... had he? His hair was drenched in what he deduced to be cheap wine. Or expensive wine. He wouldn't know, he hated the stuff either way. His blurry vision taking a moment to stabilize, Alfred wiped his hands on his shirt. Then he remembered his current predicament.
"M-Mattie? Arthur?" Alfred stood up, and realized he was in his own bedroom. No, not his, though very similar. There was his television, along with his haphazard pile of video games. There was also an insane amount of gory posters on the wall. He gulped. "Where am I?"
After looking all around him, Alfred's eyes landed on the door. He rushed to open it, but it was locked.
"Of course." He turned on his heels, completely unsurprised. "A random house just like ours, getting knocked out, and waking up somewhere else. Of course the door would be locked." Alfred went to the window. "Are these bars?" Iron bars made any attempt of escape by window impossible. "Who puts bars on bedroom windows? I mean, Arthur threatened to when I ran away that one time, but..." He shook his head and sat down on the bed.
For a moment, he sulked. Then, he started to worry. And finally, he was sitting upright in the fetal position, shaking.
"What if Mattie and Arthur are dead? What if I'm next? What if they're coming to get me right now?" He laughed nervously. "No... I'll bet those two are just playing a joke on me... yeah... Totally not funny guys! Heh... heh?" Alfred gulped. "Or... maybe...?"
A sudden cry from the hallway sent him into near hysterics. Alfred jumped from the bed, scrambling his hands all through his jacket for his gun, which could not be found.
"Ah damn- Where is it?"
When he heard the same noise again, accompanied this time by indecipherable voices, Alfred realized he recognized one of them. It was Matthew's
"Mattie?" Alfred took a step backwards, and stepped on something round. It was a baseball bat. The American picked it up, and held it in front of him. "Okay then." His face stiffened, and he took a deep breath. "Don't worry bro, I'm coming."
WOOOOT Alfred to the rescue. Well maybe. He's still locked in his 2p!'s bedroom. That and the fact that he is terrified by anything remotely horror-movie-esque.
And what about poor Mattie? It would seem something has happened to him.
Another day, another update. How many? 37? I can't believe I've done that many. Or that you've read that many. THANKS A BUNCHES GUYS!