I'm back once again. Like I said, this won't be updated as often as MH because this is a side story that takes place after Modern Hyrule. School's kept me busy but I have a chance to write now because it's the weekend, I did a bit before classes during the week but it's all on loose leaf notebook paper from my English binder.
Disclaimer: I don't own HetaOni, Hetalia, or Ao Oni. I wouldn't mind owning them though. I also don't own Slenderman.
Chapter 2: Slenderman is a German Vampire
The thing about meeting anyone to do anything is that I'm a country girl living in a house out in the middle of a corn field just outside the smallest town known to man. Then my friends are in the next town over, which is bigger but still pretty small and still surrounded by corn fields. But hey, we're in North Carolina. Agriculture is our thing.
Needless to say, since I was just taking driver's education this year, I defiantly didn't have my license yet. Therefore, I had to resort to biking into the next town. It's a ways to get there and I was glad that we had agreed to meet in the afternoon because it would take me that long to get there. That was including any stops I made, I was probably going to have to make at least one for some water and a bag of chips at a gas station or something.
Despite the fact that getting there took a while, it was better that I took the extra time than ask my mom to give me a lift. My mom is REALLY protective, if she found out where I was going she'd use her veto power to put a lid on the challenge. Not that I would be that disappointed if I couldn't go, but it would put the lid on it for everyone else too because she'd tell their folks about it. There are a few stupid things I'm known for being such as "the otaku" and "the Zelda nerd". Those were all titles that I could live with, but frankly, I didn't want "the tattletale chicken" on the list.
It was about four o'clock when I finally pulled up in front of the house. The others were already there and waiting. But it only made sense that they'd be there before me, since they did live in town.
"You're late!" Dakota shouted.
"Hey, traffic was bad," I complained, "Nobody wants to slow down for the kid on the bike! They want the kid on the bike to pull their butt off the road!"
"You don't say?" Dakota said, making the 'you don't say' face as best she could.
I stuck my tongue out at her and then took a moment to observe the house. I had never gotten this close to it before, mostly because it looked creepy enough from a distance. It looked like a stereotypical haunted mansion, nix the facts that all the windows were intact and the house was on the edge of town instead of in the middle of nowhere.
It was creepy but at the same time almost laughable how much it looked like a horror movie set. However, the creepy feeling it gave off made up for the outrageously stereotypical appearance.
I gave a low whistle. "You sure that you wanna spend the night here, guys?" I asked, "It looks like it's falling down."
"You're exaggerating!" Ginger said, "It's not falling down that much."
It was true that the house was mostly intact except a few places here and there. This place just made me want to turn tail and run the other way. And that was just standing OUTSIDE. I didn't want to go in, I wanted the others just to change their minds because even if I backed out I'd be worrying about them out here all night.
"I know what this is about," Dakota snickered, "She's scared."
"It's not being scared!" I protested, "It's common sense!"
"Maybe it is," Dakota shrugged, "But you're still scared."
"Come on," Kevin interjected, "We spent the time to get here. Let's just step in for a minute so we can't say that we wasted our time and didn't go in. Besides, nobody ever said that anyone HAD to stay the whole night."
"Except me," Ginger raised her hand, " I was dared."
"Let's make it a contest," Dakota said, "First two to chicken out are losers and have to pay for the winner's ticket to the state fair when it comes around in October."
Oh heck no. If there was one thing that I wasn't good with, it was money. I'm always broke and I'd never get the money to pay for someone's ticket. Speaking of which, I didn't even pay for MY ticket, my dad did!
"Fine," I gave in, still not wanting to go inside, "But only because you all know that I can't pay."
Dakota beamed. "The challenge is accepting and I shall trounce you all!" she laughed evilly.
"I think not," I said, "I can't lose because I don't have any money. There for I shall trounce YOU!"
"Methinks she's lying," Dakota snickered.
While we had been discussing our bet, Kevin had gone and gotten a hold of the knob. "Hey, can someone help me up here?" he called from the porch, "It's stuck!"
"Coming," I sighed.
I trudged up the steps and stood beside him, gripping the knob tightly. I rattled the knob but it didn't turn.
"Are you sure it's not locked?" I asked.
Kevin shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "I think we need a backup plan! Someone get me a phone card, a screwdriver, a basketball, a penguin, and some C4! It's time to initiate plan B!"
Most people probably would have stared at him like he had just dropped from mars. We, however, were used to his antics.
I rattled the knob a bit more before I actually tried to turn it. Eventually, I had to stop because my hand hurt. I shook my stinging hand a bit and turned back to the rest of the group.
"Oh well, we can't get in," I shrugged. The fact that the door wouldn't open hadn't hurt my feelings one bit, "Let's leave and go to the skate track or something."
Ginger had joined Kevin and I on the porch. She rattled the knob a bit and then raise one leg and kicked the door.
"You're not gonna get it open," I sighed, "Just stop before you hurt your foot."
"Shut up!" she snapped, "I know what I'm doing!"
She kicked it again with as much force as she could. The impact caused the door to unstick. It flew open and slammed against the wall behind it with a loud BANG. The thing about Ginger is she's small, but she's pretty strong.
Ginger lowered her foot and pumped her fists in the air. "Oh yeah!" she shouted, "You see that? You see that mess? That's what you learn to do when your dad's a cop!"
I sighed. I had been hoping that they'd just give up and we could ditch this crazy mission and go for pizza or something. Now that it was open, there would be no excuse to leave.
"Alright!" Dakota cheered, "Like a boss! Ginger's a boss! Huzzah!"
"Huzzah..." I said without enthusiasm.
Ginger and Kevin disappeared through the door first. Dakota came up beside me while I stood outside the door.
"Don't worry, it'll be fun!" she said, "We should go through the house and narrate like Pewdipeie!"
I couldn't help but smile a bit at that. Even though I was nervous, the thought of Dakota or Kevin narrating Pewdiepie was hilarious.
"Oh and Ruby?" she said, poking me.
"Hm?" I asked.
"Watch out for the Slenderman!" she grinned.
The inside of the house was surprisingly clean. I had been expecting something dirty with spiders hanging everywhere. Sure, it had collected it's fair share of dust but other than that it was actually pretty dirt and spider free.
"I propose zhat we explore zhe house!" Dakota said in a fake accent, rubbing her hands together and grinning like a maniac.
I didn't pay much attention to what else was said. I was busy looking around the room at the entrance, not that there was a whole lot to see. It was pretty plain for the grand entrance to an old mansion. The only things that kept it from being completely empty were a few small pieces of furniture. I had never seen the inside of this place before but... there was something incredibly familiar about it that I couldn't quite place. I knew that this was our first time here but I just couldn't seem to shake the nagging feeling that I had seen all this before.
"Nothing to see here," I mumbled, trying to reassure myself that I'd never seen it before, "Guys, seriously! Let's just leave!"
There was complete silence. I found that a bit odd because I had been expecting a chorus of "no way"s.
"Guys?" I asked, turning around.
The entryway was completely empty. The other's must have run off to explore the house while I was puzzling over the feeling of familiarity. Either that or they had all run off to hide somewhere and we're plotting to scare the crap out of me.
Taking the second option into account, I cautiously began to make my own way through the house. I kept my guard up, expecting one of them to jump out from behind a door or something at any moment. It seemed like the kind of thing they'd do.
I decided that it would be safest to check upstairs first. If they had gone up there, it was more likely that they were exploring than trying to scare me. Even if they were trying to scare me, they had enough sense not to do it while I was on the stairs. They all knew my reflex to jump-scares and that I'd probably fall and break something if they scared me on the stairs.
I made my way up the stairs and turned right, heading down the hall. I was getting a bit creeped out at the fact that I was alone in this place. My first reaction to my nervousness was to whistle but I couldn't whistle worth a darn so I settled for humming instead. The song helped calm my nerves somewhat.
As I continued to walk, I began looking for things along the way to distract myself. Despite the fact that the humming clamed me a bit, I couldn't completely shake that prickly feeling that someone was following me. I turned around to survey the empty hallway, relieved when there was nobody there and a bit mad at Dakota for putting the Slenderman in my head before we came in.
I tried to shrug the feeling off as I turned and kept walking. I had seen for myself that nothing was there, but I was still having that creepy feeling. Maybe it was just that the feeling that you were being watched was normal in creepy mansions like this.
Still, I was starting to get more and more freaked out by the second. I began to hum louder but it wasn't working as well anymore. Eventually I became so nervous that I forgot the tune to what I was humming. In need of something else to do, I began holding a conversation with myself.
"So, I wonder where the others are," I said, "They have to be around here somewhere. They wouldn't leave, they're not mean enough to do that." I sounded totally freaked out and not really sure of what I was saying but it was better than nothing.
A loud thump came from a room as I passed the door. Not even thinking straight at the time, I let out a high pitched shriek and began running down the hall as fast as I could. I was a good ways away before my mind caught up with me and I had time to consider the possibility that it could have been one of the others.
"Okay," I told myself, "Let's backtrack. Okay Ruby?" I asked myself.
I cautiously made my way a good distance back down the hall and to the door. It took about five minutes of just standing outside until I had the courage to move my hand towards the knob. I kept imagining that darn Slenderman or Jeff or some other thing straight out of a creepypasta, even a few that my mind invented itself. Sometimes imagination sucks.
Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around the cold, metal knob and pushed the door open. It was pitch dark inside and I was extremely hesitant about stepping in.
I fumbled along the wall for the switch but found nothing. I gulped uneasily and took a few steps.
One... two... three... So far so good.
Four... five... six... Nothing yet.
Seven... eight... nine... Wait!
A small scraping sound came from the other side of the room. I whirled around and started towards the door again, I until I remembered that it could still be one of the others.
I slowly turned back into the room and began to carefully make my way to the other side. My mouth was dry as sand from all the freaking out I had been doing, but I didn't want to reach into my bag and get my water out at this very moment. In face it might be better now if I didn't have my bag on at all.
I dropped my backpack to the floor. I figured that it would be helpful if the situation turned bad and I didn't have its weight slowing me down if I needed to make a getaway.
The scraping grew louder and then stopped. My lungs felt like they were on fire and I realized that I had been holding my breath for a long while now.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, I felt a hand clamp around my shoulder and roughly slam me against the wall.
"Nngh!" I grunted as my head smacked against the hard surface. The beginning signs of a headache were already starting to appear.
"Hab dich! Heh, Was habe ich mir dabei gedacht? Um so etwas nicht genial, da dies zu verbergen?" A voice growled.
I felt a sharp blade press against my chest. A small gasp escaped my lips at the threat.
"Kesese," he snickered, " Wenn du beten willst, besser es jetzt tun."
I felt a sting as the blade began to cut me slightly."
"W-wait!" I shouted.
"Was?" he asked, sounding a bit confused and alarmed.
The lights flickered on, blinding me breifly. I blinked furiously until my eyes ajusted to the light.
After my vision cleared I could clearly see who was there with me. He was a young man, looking in his early twenties, but the odd thing was his hair was completely snow white. His eyes were odd as well, they were an unatural red color. He wore a military uniform and had dropped his sword to his side.
At first I wondered if he was some kind of vampire or something judging from his appearance. A few years ago I probably would have dismissed that theory and assumed that he had dyed hair and contacts but ever since our little incedent two years ago, I was much more open to such outrageous possibilities.
There was something about this guy that seemed oddly fammiliar to me, but that was impossible because I had never met him in my life. I think I would remember meeting a... german? Was that the language? I think I would remember meeting a german vampire guy. Never the less, I was having the same feeling I had when I stepped inside the house.
I looked him over closely, maybe freaking him out a bit in the process judging my the face he made when I started staring at him. Dark blue military outfit, iron cross, white hair, red eyes, German... why was that so familiar?
Suddenly something clicked in my brain. A German dude with white hair and red eyes in an old mansion. No, something about that didn't seem quite right I knew I had seen this guy and this house somewhere but he wasn't German he was... Prussian!
Oh crap... I think I knew where we were... and Slenderman was the least of our worries.
Author's Note:
* Hab dich!Heh,Was habe ich mirdabei gedacht?Umso etwasnichtgenial, da dies zu verbergen?
* "Got you! Heh, what was I thinking? To hide from something as not awesome as this?
** Wenndu beten willst, besser es jetzt tun.
** "If you want to pray, better do it now."
I used Google Translate for my translations. I know that if Google Translate was a foreign language student it would be failing classes left and right so if anyone reading this actually SPEAKS German, I would greatly appreciate if you wouldn't mind giving me a better translation.
Anyway, I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written. And I got more done in this chapter (the awesome one showed up, YAYS!) I plan to update MH before I write anymore on this one so it might be a bit.