Disclaimer: BWOC and American McGee's Alice does not belong to me, nor am I getting paid for this; this is all in fun...and...stuff. Woo.
Prologue: Smoke and Fire.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"He earned it. Poor guy. G'night, little buddy."
The door shut, but Merton didn't hear it. He was fast asleep.
They were safe. A little time off from college, far away from any abnormal goings on; on the cusp of Pleasantville, in a private mansion that the three had rented for the break. (Merton had connections.)
Lori and Tommy were in a room across the hall, talking about what they were going to do tomorrow, what Tommy was going to get Merton for their one year anniversary.
CRASH!
"TOMMY! Oh my God, we gotta get Merton!"
"SHIT! MERTON! MERTON, WAKE UP, MERTON!"
The Goth sat upright, clutching his stuffed dog. "What the--?" He bounded out of bed and ran down the hallway toward Tommy's room. "Lori? Tommy?" He made a grab for the doorknob, immediately pulling it back as an electrical charge shot out. "Lori? TOMMY?!" There was a light under the door that was brighter than any light bulb. 'Fire?' Merton thought. No. There wasn't any heat. "LORI? TOMMY?"
"GET OUT, MERTON!" Tommy screamed. "SAVE YOURSELF! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, MERTON!" Lori was screaming continuously, barely taking any breaths.
The door imploded, engulfing the hallway in white light. Merton clutched his stuffy and squinted, bracing against the terrible wind. A figure appeared across the room. It was long and centipede like…with green eyes…and it was coming for him! Merton shrieked as the wind blew him out of the window. He landed in the grass with a yelp and rolled over to see if the creature had come after him. It had not, but the mansion was engulfed in white flame.
It seemed like bad luck, but it could have been avoided. Merton knew what it was, he knew it was after them. He had just been careless and thought that it wouldn't come after them.
Poor, poor, friendless Merton was so very wrong.
Prologue: Smoke and Fire.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"He earned it. Poor guy. G'night, little buddy."
The door shut, but Merton didn't hear it. He was fast asleep.
They were safe. A little time off from college, far away from any abnormal goings on; on the cusp of Pleasantville, in a private mansion that the three had rented for the break. (Merton had connections.)
Lori and Tommy were in a room across the hall, talking about what they were going to do tomorrow, what Tommy was going to get Merton for their one year anniversary.
CRASH!
"TOMMY! Oh my God, we gotta get Merton!"
"SHIT! MERTON! MERTON, WAKE UP, MERTON!"
The Goth sat upright, clutching his stuffed dog. "What the--?" He bounded out of bed and ran down the hallway toward Tommy's room. "Lori? Tommy?" He made a grab for the doorknob, immediately pulling it back as an electrical charge shot out. "Lori? TOMMY?!" There was a light under the door that was brighter than any light bulb. 'Fire?' Merton thought. No. There wasn't any heat. "LORI? TOMMY?"
"GET OUT, MERTON!" Tommy screamed. "SAVE YOURSELF! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, MERTON!" Lori was screaming continuously, barely taking any breaths.
The door imploded, engulfing the hallway in white light. Merton clutched his stuffy and squinted, bracing against the terrible wind. A figure appeared across the room. It was long and centipede like…with green eyes…and it was coming for him! Merton shrieked as the wind blew him out of the window. He landed in the grass with a yelp and rolled over to see if the creature had come after him. It had not, but the mansion was engulfed in white flame.
It seemed like bad luck, but it could have been avoided. Merton knew what it was, he knew it was after them. He had just been careless and thought that it wouldn't come after them.
Poor, poor, friendless Merton was so very wrong.