Who: Felix and and IDKMYBFFTHEPLAGUEDOCTOR Where: Felix's room, Levi's room, Vanessa's room When: Shortly before this
Something was, well....off about today. It wasn't as if that was particularly unusual, but the fact that he woke up with his childlike anticipation already in full force to eyeball his digital clock, noting that instead of the time it simply flashed a series of zeros was a tad weird. His room was pitch dark, a hint that he probably hadn't missed his time frame. He sat up and shifted towards the end of his bed in the dark, feeling across the surface of the desk he'd moved there ages ago. In his mind he pictured the familiar shape of his cellphone, his first plan that morning to check the time and turn off the alarm, only for his hand to connect with something that most certainly wasn't what he was expecting.
Frowning in confusion, his hand reached down and poked around under the desk for the power button on the computer tower, waking it up. He'd fallen asleep with the monitor facing the bed rather than the chair on the other side, which was fairly common when games were afoot. Having an expanse of mattress behind him was probably a good thing, considering the fact that when the screen illuminated, and he found the world's most haunted stuffed bear staring back at him, a startled, disturbed series of vibrating vowels filled the room as his upper half lurched backwards. He fumbled for the lamp now, half-crawling across the bed to get back to the other end in order to reach it, then stared and squinted at the offending thing, finally recognizing it as something that had been in Edwin's room.
Then he laughed, relieved and feeling like a fucking idiot as he moved back to the computer, patting his new friend on the head before reaching for his keyboard and mouse on their shelf to his right. With the magical closet app, he ordered himself an iced latte and an egg sandwich, and by the time he was finished using the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and dressing in the clothes he'd laid out the night before both items were waiting in the closet for him. The lights flickered as he headed back towards the computer with his breakfast, and he paused to watch them, then eyeballed his monitor to see if it would flicker, or if the machine itself would turn off. It didn't. Just more weirdness, he supposed. He went back to work, verifying that Vanessa and Edwin were indeed absent from their rooms. He couldn't get a good angle of the billiard room to see exactly where they were, but figured that considering the poster was present that his specifications had been met. A few cursory clicks around and he noted that the majority of the rest of the house was apparently still asleep, so with the coast clear he dressed in the attire he'd picked out the night before, then headed for the passage.
He didn't say anything when he woke up Levi, knowing that the guy was fully aware of his orders from the night before, and the threat that if they weren't met Felix would just go back to his room. He quietly left, his "gear" tucked neatly into the oversized front pouch of his hoodie as he headed for Vanessa's room first. Quietly closing the door behind him, he surveyed the room as he reached into his hoodie and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He smirked at the poster, tossing a blind thumbs up to the camera he knew was positioned on the ceiling, then stole Vanessa's computer chair on the way to her closet. Unsurprisingly, this space was just as much of a mess as the room, and he abandoned the chair to reach into his pocket again to pull out the fake blood mixture, and the little footprint stamp he'd made out of styrofoam. Clearing a space, he carefully left a messy trail of prints along the carpet, then carefully deposited the stamp into a little ziplock bag, which disappeared into his jeans pocket now that he no longer needed it.
The doll came next, and he smiled a little to himself as he positioned the chair and climbed onto it. He worked on mess on the back of the shelf first, where the doll would end up, bleeding from her stumps and the remains of her face. He decided a tasteful gore splatter there would do, along with a few drip spots, then worked on the drag trail, pausing to assess it, tweaking it with a little more gore, then nodded to himself as he capped it tightly enough that the substance wouldn't leak in his pocket now that he was done with it.
He was reaching to place the doll, one hand over the edge of the shelf, adjusting her legs and reaching into his pocket for the fake blood again as he tried to decide if the doll itself needed more gore, when he became aware of a dark figure in his peripheral vision. He hadn't sensed movement, hadn't heard the door in the utter silence of the room. The lights flickered, just as they had in his room, and while he'd stopped moving, it took him a second to decide either or not he actually wanted to look. It wasn't a housemate. No one had been in the room a moment ago. The door hadn't opened. Whatever this was, it wasn't something that was going to give him away. It wasn't really a comforting thought, especially with the way the hairs on the back of his arms were standing on end, but it was at least something he could mentally hold onto.
He's missed the plague doctor craze the last time around. He'd heard, but that was 200% not nearly the same thing. His head turned minutely, just enough for his peripheral vision to turn to actual vision as he strained his retinas as far as they would go into the corner of his eye. The plague doctor stood there, staring. He stared back, then edged his head a little further to get a better look at it. Yup. Plague doctor. His heartbeat was going a mile a minute, but steadily began to slow as it appeared the thing was just content to watch him. Yup. Creepy. And that thought only proved more accurate as the dark thing slowly tilted its head at him. Further. Further. At such an unnatural angle that Felix wondered if its neck might cramp.
Or break.
"Nice mask," he said, finally, proud that his voice managed to sound relaxed and untroubled despite the pounding of his heart. A well-practiced trick, that. He fought for something else to say, especially considering the thing seemed unphased by the compliment. Or anything. But it also wasn't getting closer, or trying anything, so that egged Felix on a bit.
"Do you guys have to get those wholesale?" he asked conversationally, turning his faux thoughtful gaze entirely towards the thing. Kind of a mistake, really. At first his brain caught on the fact that it was as tall as he was, then reminded him they it was as tall as he was while he was standing on a chair. His mouth popped open slightly, hanging for a brief second, but he got the distinct impression that the plague doctor's attention had almost immediately moved to the orafice, and that the clock was about to strike midnight on whatever spell was keeping them "friendly".
Fuck. What could he do? What did he have? Shit, it was moving. Leaning. Reaching.
"Can you hold this for a second?" The question came out abruptly, holding out the object in his grasp as his eyes darted from one of the creatures hands to the other. They'd stopped, partially raised, and the thing was so unmoving for a few heartbeats that Felix wondered if it's puppeteer had wandered off. Too still to be guy in a suit. Way too still.
And then the hands moved again, turning and shifting together, the unnaturally long-fingered gloves cupping in the air just under Felix's grasp. It took Felix a second to realize that if he wanted to keep buying himself time he should probably release his grip on the vial of fake blood, though it took another for his hand to work on actually doing that for him. It dropped into the plague doctor's hands, but Felix got the idea that it wasn't paying any attention to it. Behind those eyeholes, whatever was in there was still looking at him.
"I... uh...made a murder doll," he explained, that faux confidence slowly ebbing as he gestured towards the shelf with his head without taking his eyes off the thing. "Looks like we're working the same crowd, huh? Which...kinda makes us coworkers, right?" He released a slightly tense laugh, then amended. "Not that my shit's as scary as yours. I mean, your game's..." He clamped his lips shut and offered a thumbs up to end that statement, realizing just how fixated the thing had been on his mouth only a second before. Drawing attention towards it probably wasn't going to do him any favors.
The whole time the thing hadn't moved, and as the silence stretched between them Felix only became more aware of how trapped he was. He was going to get maimed by a fucking plague doctor in Vanessa's fucking closet.
Please go away, his mind begged, and it was a fight to consciously keep that desperation from showing in his eyes. Please go away. Please go away. Please go away.
The plague doctor's swift turn was so abrupt that Felix jumped, reaching out for the shelf to keep himself from falling. By the time he composed himself again, it had turned the corner, and while the opening to escape appeared clear, who the fuck knew where it had gone. Did that really matter though? Sitting in the closet wasn't going to help him. If it was out there it was going to get him either way. If he stayed he raised his chances of gettinf caught. As he lowered himself from the chair his legs shook, but he kept himself upright. Trying to mentally shove away all the fucks he could give, he poked his head out through the doorway and peered around. Alone again. He wanted to laugh, relieved, but that was when they got you in horror movies. False sense of security and all that. His best bet was to get the hell out of Dodge.
"Nice meeting you," he muttered to the empty room, pulling the chair out and placing it back where it was. A quick, cursory glance around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything that might give away the game drew his attention to the little bottle of fake blood, now sitting on the floor by the door to the closet, waiting for him. Now he did laugh as he picked it up and pocketed it, getting his brain back on track. Edwin's room next. Then network. Then Levi. He wondered if he should tell the guy what kind of shit was happening today. If all was going according to plan, the other ExBer was probably to distracted with his orders to have been watching the feeds.