Bobby Sully (bobbysully) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-08-08 01:04:00 |
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Bobby had made the decision to go through the door and visit the hotel before Dan's warning's not to made it onto the network. And since he was getting ready to explore a creepy ass hotel from one of his top ten horror movies, he was pretty much ignoring his phone. So he packed a bag because he fully intended to stay over night and met Miguel at 2pm. Time through the door: 14 hours Time since the hotel started fucking with his head: 13 hours 59 minutes It started off simple enough. A little tingle in the back of his mind. But he was trained enough to handle anything the hotel could throw at him, right? He could totally handle it. But there was something telling him that maybe Miguel was just humoring him. Of course he shook that thought away. Miguel wasn't that kind of guy, right? As they explored the hotel and time passed, the voice got louder. He doesn't really like you. He's just being nice so he can keep fucking your aunt. He's humoring you. He thinks you're a freak. Variations on a theme. By the time it was dinner time, Bobby was starting to think that maybe the voice was right. Maybe Miguel was just being nice to him so that Sarah wouldn't break up with him. But that was stupid. Why would Sarah care what he thought? Why would his relationship with Miguel even matter? And then it started getting worse. Your mom hates you. You're a mistake. You never should have been born. Your family thinks you're weird. They don't want anything to do with you. Freak. And so on. And it didn't help that Miguel kept talking about how boring the place was. It just started feeding into what the little voice was telling him. They went to bed and Bobby just lay there staring at the ceiling trying to figure out if there were signs to prove what he was being told. That nobody actually wanted him around. He finally drifted off to sleep around midnight. And then the nightmares started. He was back on the beach at Dunkirk. He hadn't had that one in a while. He tossed and turned for a bit before sitting upright in his bed. When he opened his eyes and saw a man standing at the foot of his bed he actually screamed. It was someone that he'd been completely unable to save. They'd been running for cover and a stray bullet caught him in the neck. He was standing there with blood pouring from the wound. Bobby had done everything he could to save the man but it was too late. He'd lost too much blood. He couldn't even remember the soldier's name. Why couldn't he remember his name? "Go away! You're not real! Leave me the fuck alone!" Bobby kept screaming. He got as far away from the vision as possible, staying on the bed and pulling the blankets up. "You did this to me. You're the reason I'm dead." It spoke to him. And it wasn't just in his ears but in his mind as well. "No, I'm not! Go away!" He grabbed the nearest thing he could and threw it. The glass that he'd used for water before going to sleep shattered against the wall. "GET OUT!" |