ethereal. ✔︎ t. amajiki

Chapter 14

"Ama-.. Tamaki! I'm finished!"

(Y/n) yelled, cupping his mouth his his hands. He wanted to aggravate Tamaki so badly for some reason. It just felt right to him.

"Okay pumpkin!"

(Y/n) could hear Tamaki's footsteps grow louder and louder. What's worse is that when he caught a glimpse of Tamaki, he was in a suit. Ugh, (Y/n) really couldn't stand his hotness now. He did find him attractive overall, but now Tamaki is really just teasing him.

Tamaki gave a side glance to (Y/n). He dreamily blinked then smiled. (Y/n) sure could feel his face slowly heat up.

"Why.. the suit?"

"I have plans tonight with someone. You'll be here all alone. Like I said earlier, don't try anything funny. You'd hate to see what'll happen, right?"

(Y/n) glared at the ground before hesitantly nodding. He.. disliked situations like this. Especially when there was nothing help himself to escape. Well there was, but there would be no windows.

"I'm locking the door just in case. I mean, you're pretty smart, I can't argue there. Well uhm, I-I'll get going now. Love you pumpkin!"

Tamaki walked up the stairs that led to his house. The door shut with a click, and (Y/n) could hear the key slot turn. Now is the time,  He thought.

(Y/n) shot up from his seat since Tamaki forgot to tie him back up. He was so grateful for that, it might've been a blessing in disguise. Or maybe Tamaki was too blunt to notice?

(Y/n) walked over to the table in the corner, his eyes lighting up at every tool.

"Come on, come on.. What the heck? Why does he have chains.."

(Y/n) was really confused as to why Tamaki had all of these tools. It made him think if Tamaki had any other victims. If only (Y/n) could find them if he did..

Wait.

Did.. Did Tamaki just prove (Y/n)'s point?

He made him food, he got dressed up, he locked the door, is this.. real?

Holy crap, (Y/n) thought. He did just prove his point, how stupid was Tamaki really?

There is a better chance to escape now, He thought. If only there were any windows of some sort. Ugh, curse Tamaki and this.. torture chamber? He'll roll with that.

He was panicking. How was he supposed to escape if there were no windows? Ahh, he really doesn't know. If only he really used his brain right now, but he's too focused on the present task.

A bat? I Didn't know Amajiki-kun played sports. Or is this for like.. other things? "W-what if he does have other victims!" (Y/n) accidentally whisper yelled. He sighed then pinched himself. He has to be quiet.

There weren't a lot of tools. The table was rather large and the small tools on it made it seem larger. There were about 8 tools on the table. It was weird. They were all like, mixtures of.. wrenches and screwdrivers? They all were covered with at least one splatter of blood. It looked fresh too.

(Y/n) hummed before taking a screwdriver in hand, spinning it around. He tried to get a good look at it to see if there was anything else on it. There was writing, but it looked smudged. Maybe Amajiki-kun wrote that, He thought.

It really wasn't long until (Y/n) came up with a plan. It seemed so perfect in his mind, even with imagining all the bad scenarios. First, he'd grab the sharpest tool and try to pick lock the door. Say that it doesn't work, then he'd poke holes in the door aggressively. Then he'd pry at them with his hands to try make a large enough space for him to crawl through. But say that the pick locking does work, then he'd just escape from the front door. If that's also locked, he'll use the same method.

"This'll be complicated," He muttered. Once grabbing a knife, he started to gradually walk up the stairs. Each step earned a creaky squeaky sound in return. It was annoying to him.

After coming in contact with the door, he brought the knife out. The light was dim, but bright enough to where he could see the key slot.

(Y/n) stuck the knife in and wiggled it around. He tried twisting and turning it too, but it barely budged. (Y/n) was.. aggravated, to say the least. His perfect plan wasn't working. Time for Plan B?

He kept twisting the knife but it didn't work. After sighing in frustration, he tried to make Plan B work. He got his knife ready once again, and tried to cut out a circular shape in the door. And surprisingly, it worked..