Follower [Ben Drowned]

The Mansion

When he came to, he was laying down on a hard bed with old drapes hanging over it like a blanket. Adonis rubbed his eyes, unable to comprehend his new change. He headed towards another smaller mirror in his room and slipped his fingers through his newly obsidian-coloured hair.

"The academy will be so suspicious of this," he muttered, inwardly spiteful of one Ben Drowned. Adonis put the small mirror back where it was and set our towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the thick heavy smoke scent coming from the hookah Jane was smoking. He pinched his nose and opened the door to the kitchen.

"Hello?" he called, slightly wary of talking to these individuals.

"Ah, look who's back," Ben smirked and drank a shot of tequila. Several shots were lined up on the kitchen counter, some empty, most full.

"Can I go home now?" Adonis asked, more than slightly irritated.

"Noooooooo," Ben chirped, taking another shot. "You aren't leaving this house for jackshit," he set the glass on the counter and downed another. "Now come here like a good little boy. I want to know how you changed your hair colour."

Adonis huffed and strutted over, extremely confused about his current situation while the other was prancing around the kitchen and getting intoxicated. "Take me home. Now," he said firmly, while the other laughed in his face.

And wouldn't stop laughing.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Adonis asked Jane, who merely shrugged and took another drag.

"We're all killers here, except you." She paused. "We're insane."

Ben screamed suddenly and threw the shot glass at Adonis. "Have some, you filthy shapeshifting brat!"

Adonis swiftly ducked as the glass smashed against the wall.

"Is he always like this," he said quietly, despite already knowing the answer.

"Ever since Slendy left he hasn't been the same," Jane drawled. "They were all pretty close, until those Quo Exterminators showed up and took them one by one. He escaped by trapping himself into a video game. I saved myself by playing devil's advocate." Adonis coughed as she blew a smoke ring in his face. "You know I work for both teams. And I turned that fucking Jeffery Woods in myself."

"You turned him in?"

"Yes. He killed my whole family, who I loved very much. So I tracked him down, turned him into the authorities, and now I live here." She shrugged effortlessly.

"Do you know, per chance, if there's any way for me to get my old hair colour back? It somehow changed after I was stabbed by Ben."

"I have no idea," Jane said. "A lot of the people who live here are folklores and supernaturals. I'm just a human. An assassin. I kill people who I'm hired to kill. And I turned in that fucking bitch Jeffery Woods so he could get slaughtered somewhere in Quo." The whites of her eyes turned pitch black.

"Interesting," Adonis responded. "Since we're both humans, do you think you can get me out of here?"

Another smoke ring was blown in his face, while Ben somehow climbed up the counter and opened the wine.

"I don't think that's a very good idea right now," she said. "Maybe in a few months, I can help you. If you're still alive, that is."

"Adonis!" Ben cried out drunkenly. "Come here and have some wine!"

"It's as if he never stabbed my chest and ripped out the tracking chip from my own flesh," Adonis muttered. So he was essentially trapped in a house with no wifi or any sort of proper scientific technology, and no way of currently escape.

Promptly, Adonis turned on a heel and headed towards the door. Unfortunately, before he could attempt to undo the locks and chains, the grinning dog came and barked at him. "Do you know where the keys are, little one?" he asked the dog, wondering if it was capable of understanding his language.

The barking became more rampant and the dog did a circle, tail wagging with delight. You want me to show them to you?

Adonis blinked as the dog suddenly talked.

"Um, yes, please," Adonis said as suddenly the dog ran upstairs to a room unknown, to which Adonis awkwardly followed.

They're in here. I don't like you, by the way, I'm just doing this for treats.

"What sort of treats do you want?" Adonis asked.

A  femur bone would do nicely, the dog said, grinning with excitement.

Adonis sighed deeply.