towerofanimus | I always feel like somebody's watchin' me...

Characters: Romano and anyone! Keep him company~
Setting: [F18] Study, evening
Format: Prose~ but I will match you!
Summary: It seemed like a quieter place to read than even the (original) library, with all its computer clickings and weird children running around everywhere. However, Romano wasn't prepared for how creepy this floor could be when one was alone.
Warnings: Romano maybe? Idk I will change this if something happens.

Once again, Romano had discovered that the tower had expanded, literally overnight. After the first couple of times, he began to handwave it as being part of this tower's 'magic' or whatever it had. He really shouldn't be believing in magic, it was kid's stuff. Stuff found in books. England's books, if we're being specific. Regardless, there were new floors.

Some of them were nightmares. He'd hustled down the stairs on each of those floors that morning. Especially that dark room-- and that bloody room. That was better left un-investigated, he thought. Leave that to the people who wanted to die horrible (equally bloody) deaths. Instead, he'd eyed the room with the tables and study nooks the way a person eyed a car they really really wanted. After eating for the day (ice cream and pie... again, ugh) he found some time alone to read a book -- just a short little romance novel he picked up from the library. The privacy promised by the floor was enough to lure him.

But when he actually found himself there, seated quietly and beginning to read the first few words, the lights dimmed the slightest bit. Almost unnoticeable. Unless you're a coward, then you tend to notice things changing like that. He tried to keep reading, but the more he read, the dimmer the lights seemed to get, until he was sure he was hearing things. Phantom knocking, whispers.

There was an awful feeling of something being just behind him, and though he fretted, he kept reading. If he turned around, he probably wouldn't like what he saw anyway. D-Damn it.

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"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just... no one can see me." he gave Romano a rather blunt look before adjusting his glasses. "Why are you up here? It's... rather creepy in here."

"What are you talking about? I can see you just fine." Being another guy that gets overshadowed by his brother, Romano could sympathize with Canada pretty easily. "Well I thought it was a safe haven away from all the noisy idiots running around. Then the lights started fucking up and I've been hearing weird noises..."

He looked at his book, which he then realized he hadn't marked the page before closing. "...damn iiit."

"You didn't see me before I said who I was did you?" he said quietly and looked around the room hearing the scratching on the wall again. It was certainly creepy.

"I think the library would be quieter and safer than here..." it made Canada uncomfortable and he didn't like how the lights were so dim. "Maybe we should leave?"

The scratching was starting to bother him too, now that he was growing more aware of it. "I-I wasn't looking..." Had he actually missed Canada? Ah, well it was the guy's own fault for turning his opacity on and off all the time.

"But the library is where everyone else goes..." He's not a hipster, he swears. Then the scratchings start up and the lights get reaaaal dim before returning to full brightness. "...then again."

"If you're not leaving I am because I raelly don't like this." Matt shook his head and was determined to leave the creepy room. He didn't care if everyone hid in the library at least there the lighting stayed a constant and there weren't creepy sounds constantly.

"F-fine! Leave then, I don't care!" He did care. He actually was considering leaving this floor, but the part of him that liked to argue just had to rear it's ugly head. Then, the lights blinked back to normal luminosity. The sounds stopped for a fraction. Romano chanced nervous laughter.

"S-see? It's fine again."

Matt stopped halfway to the door and looked back at Romano. "You know what they say about the calm before the storm right? Come on, let's just go somewhere else." He didn't look comfortable in the room, and he really didn't want Romano staying there by himself.

"I'll carry you downstairs with me if I have to."

Canada threatening to carry him downstairs might have won over his laziness, especially now that he was starting to think rationally about the whole scenario. There had to be monsters here. What other explanation would there be?

Glancing to both sides quickly, he grabbed his book and stood from his seat. "Whatever, lets just go then."

Matt gave a reassuring smile and made his way quickly from the room, the next thing he wanted to see was the walls start bleeding or some other terrifying thing to happen.

"Maybe there's another room or the cathedral is safer?"

The Italian followed quickly, not wasting any time in leaving the room and entering the stairwell with Canada.

"The Cathedral is probably the safest, and it's just below the floor with our rooms so."

"Yea, just... let's not go near that room with the bloody hand prints." Matt shivered and heading down the stairs away from the creepy room.

"Why is everything here so strange?"

"Who knows, the people who run it are obviously assholes who like playing with people in the worst way possible." The walk on the stairs was relatively uneventful, aside from the dull ringing of their steps. "S-so, how long have you been here, anyway?"

"I guess that's true. People here certainly seem to like playing mind games." he shook his head and glanced over at the shorter man beside him. "About a month? Few weeks at most. Long enough to really want some decent food and not sleep in a room with three other people."

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me...

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