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Whitley stood beside a crate as he watched as the auctioned items he bid on were loaded into a truck. His eyes then glanced towards his father who was talking with the auction host.

Whitley's eyes then switched to look beside him. A table with the bizzare looking arrowhead sitting in its black coloured case which was opened.

Whitley's right hand moved to grab it. His fingers wrapped around its broken shaft as he brought the arrowhead close to his face.

His eyes observed it, the weird compass that was frozen still, the red patterns that contrast with the gold colour of the arrow.

"Who would put a compass on an arrow? Why did they put a compass on an arrow?" Whitley thought outloud.

Shrugging he'll never find out of the why a compass was built into an arrowhead, he placed it back in its case as his hand was about to retract away from the arrow.

But before he could—

STAB!*

—the arrowhead had moved as it stabbed right through Whitley's right hand. The arrowhead head had impaled itself through the palm and exited through the back of the hand.

Whitley's eyes widened in horror as his body's pain receptors triggered and sent pain signals from the hand to the brain.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!?!?!" Whitley screamed as he flicked his hand as the arrowhead fell back perfectly into its case.

Both Jacques and the auction host turned their heads to look at Whitley who they both heard scream out of nowhere. As their eyes saw Whitley, they saw the young Schnee fall to the ground.

"Whitley!?" Jacques's eyes widened as he quickly rushed over to his son who was thrashing around the ground in pain.

His eyes filled with panic and worry, as he knelt down Whitley.

"Whitley! What's the matter?!" Jacques observed his son's condition. He had noticed Whitley clutching his right hand.

Whitley's eyes gazed towards his father. Tears and pained eyes evident in his expression.

"T-that arrow! It s-stabbed right through my hand!" Whitley said, his voice stuttering.

"Let me see your hand." Jacques said calmly as he grabbed Whitley's right hand which was clutched by his son's left hand.

"...Whitley. I don't see a stab wound?" Jacques voice sounded confused which also showed the same expression on his face.

"Huh...?" Whitley looked at his father with confusion as well as he didn't know what he was talking about. "What do mean? My hand...is...what?"

Whitley now stared at his right hand, which was now devoid of any trace of any stab wound made by the bizzare arrow. Whitley observed his hand from the palm and the back just to make sure his eyes aren't tricking him.

"W-what...? But...I saw that arrow...? What?" Pure sheer confusion hit the young Schnee, as his eyes were not playing tricks on him.

"Arrow...?" Jacques said as he stood up and then looked at the weird arrowhead in its case.

Picking up the arrow from its broken shaft, Jacques observed it. His eyes scanned its head, specifically for anything coloured red.

"Besides the red patterns on it...there isn't any trace of blood on it that showed it stabbed anyone." Jacques thought as he then looked at Whitley with raised eyebrow as he didn't know what his son went on about earlier.

"There's no blood stain on this arrow. Nor any evidence it stabbed you." Jacques stated towards Whitley as he showed him the arrow.

Whitley stared at the arrowhead, bewildered as he can't seem to find any evidence that it had somehow stabbed him.

"But...I swear it..." Whitley's brain started replaying the stab scene he had with the arrow.

"It...it did stab me when I placed it back in its case. Can't be be something like the wind, natural wind inside a building can't carry an arrow up, let alone have it stab through a human hand. I don't have aura, so there is no way somehow I unconsciously summoned a gravity glyph which caused it to stab me...did I really hallucinate it all?"

Whitley's brain couldn't come up with any other logical explanation besides him suddenly hallucinating the bizzare arrow stabbing him by itself.

"I...never mind...my mind must be playing tricks on me." Whitley put a hand on his head as he rubbed it.

Jacques looked concerned at Whitley before deciding to drop whatever the heck events that had just recently occurred.

"Alright..." Jacques was then about to place the arrow back in its case.

"Ow...!" Jacques slightly yelped as he placed the arrow back in its case, during it all, he had accidentally cutted himself from the arrow.

Jacques looked at his left hand. His thumb had a small cut that was bleeding. His face gave an expression that he was slightly annoyed by the wound before his expression then turned into a more neutral one.

Whitley looked at his father, more specifically, his father's left thumb that got cut by the arrow.

Whitley's eyes narrowed at it. His brain constantly convincing himself that his father got cut due to an accident.

"Get up. You're going to put dirt on your suit if stay doen there." Whitley's thoughts were interrupted by his father's voice.

"Yes, father." Speaking roboticaly and out of habit. Whitley got up on his feet.

"Come on, we're going home." Jacques said as he walked towards the exit.

Whitley nodded, but before went with his father, his eyes went back to the arrowhead as they stared at it.

His eyes then went back to his father's retreating figure as soon as the arrow's case was closed by one of the auction workers as said worker put the case inside the truck.

Whitley then quickly walked towards his father as he followed behind him. His mind pushing the recent hallucinations in the back of his mind as they were just sudden hallucinations that didn't mean anything.

—[ S.B.L ]—

"Hmm..." Whitley groaned as he held his head. Currently, he had suddenly got a headache once the Schnee limousine started to drive.

Jacques, who sat in the passenger seat next to him, looked at Whitley in mild concern.

"Whitley, are you okay?"

"Yes...f-father...i-it's just a minor migraine. It'll dissappear tomorrow." Whitley said while panting a bit and sweat slightly pouring down his forehead.

Jacques stared at Whitley in minor concern before shrugging and accepting that the migraine was something minor which would disappear later.

"Very well." Jacques looked away from Whitley as he then opened his scroll to check on his company and work.

Minutes passed, as the limousine finally reached the Schnee Manor. The personal vehicle coming to a stop infront of the Manor stairs which lead to the main entrance.

Due to the stop, Jacques then looked out his window to see the car had arrived home as he then put his scroll back in his pocket.

Due to the stop, Whitley's eyes opened wide as his body was shocked awake by the sudden stop of the car. His sweat fell off his head.

"Urgh...I'm going to go to bed." Whitley said to himself outloud as he got out of the car as Jacques did the same.

—[ S.B.L ]—

The doors of the Schnee limousine closed as the passengers had left and went into the Schnee Manor. The driver putting the car into drive as he was about to park the car in the garage that was below the Manor.

Unknown to the passengers and the driver, sweat droplets floated in the air above and near where Whitley sat.

Those sweat droplets soon disappeared as they came into contact with the leather seats due to the car driving foward.

Those droplets would go unnoticed as they were absorbed into the seats.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Jacques watched as his son was escorted back to his room by the maids. He on the other hand waited at the entrance with the head butler of the Manor, Klein Sieben, along with several other staff members of the Manor.

They waited for a few minutes as then a truck arrived at their doorstep. The back of the truck opened as the items that were bid at the auction were brought out by the truck workers who then handed them to the staff of the Manor.

"Where do you want us to put these items, sir?" One of the Staff asked.

"Put them in the storage rooms for now. I'll see if I want to display them anywhere in the Manor tomorrow." Jacques ordered as the staff nodded.

Now, Jacques then retreated to his room. He needed his sleep after all.

—[ S.B.L ]—

The Schnee Manor's staff all carried the various items such as, paintings, vases, ancient huntsman weapons, and several jewelry items.

They placed them all in one of the storage rooms of the Manor. The room was filled with items, clothing, old weapons, armour, and more.

Among the items, they placed. The case that held the arrowhead sat on top of an old wooden drawer in a corner of the room.

Once the Manor servants were done putting all the items inside the storage room, they all left as the lights of the room turned off. The room turned pitch black as the door in and out closed.

The case that held the arrowhead sat there, completely still on the old wooden drawer.

Bump!*

Clack!*

The drawer suddenly moved as a bump sound echoed near it. The case fell as it dropped to the floor, opening the case which caused the arrowhead to fall on the floor with a clack.

The arrowhead laid there on the floor, unmoving.

squeak* *squeak*

A squeaking echoed in the dark room.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley's room was dark as the lights were off. Whitley himself slept in peace in his bed. The temperature of the room being just right for sleeping and the bed comfy and made out of high grade material to have the maximum comfort to sleep on.

Whitley slept in peace.

Laying there on the bed with a blanket above him.

"..."

Whitley slept in peace. Blissfully unaware as his hair defied physics with all its strands pointing strait up.

Whitley slept in peace, unnaware that the very bed he slept on floated above the ground with no mechanisms to keep it afloat.

Whitley slept in peace, as a shadowy figure floated behind him before disappearing inside him.

Then, everything went back down. As if nothing ever happened. As if Whitley's hair, bed, and the shadowy figure didn't exist at all.

Whitley slept through this. Unaware of any of it happening.

》—To Be Continued—》

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I'll Be the ROUNDABOUT!

THE WORDS WILL MAKE YOU OUT AND OUT!

—Anyways, several chain of events have happened.

The bizzare arrowhead out of its case in the Manor.

The arrow stabbing and cutting Whitley and Jacques respectively.

Bizzare events that went unnoticed by everyone, currently.

What's the happen next?

Find out, next time...On Schnee's Bizzare Life!