Love Me In Braille - A Seek x Figure story

Chapter 1 - Doors Slammed Shut

That library hadn't been touched by willing human hands in years. It was obvious that the place had deteriorated since the entire hotel was closed and barricaded from the outside. Paint was chipping off, floorboards creaked and cracked, books were stained yellow from age..and red from blood.

The fleshy one walked between two bookshelves, arms and hands grazing the sides for some sense of its direction. Figure was its name. It was a tall, fleshy, humanoid creature, its arms long enough to touch the ground while standing upright. It was born with no sense of sight, having to rely on hearing and touch alone to navigate its domain – though, it'd be more accurate to refer to it as a prison. It hadn't left the library once, padlocks on both doors making it incapable of escaping despite its strength. It was a miracle it hadn't gone mad in its cell.

Its head perked up as it heard footsteps on the other side of the door at the front of the library, the footsteps of wanderers. Human wanderers. The same people that locked it in the library indefinitely. A metallic growl slipped from its maw as it began walking closer to the door, fury sprouting up in its soul once more.

The door opened. It was clear that what it heard was human wanderers for sure, ones carelessly strolling through the land they locked themselves away from once before, mocking the ones that were incapable of escape. It couldn't hold back its hatred, it's despising of everything humans stood for. It screamed out a metallic, vengeful screech as it lunged forward to attack the wanderers, carelessly knocking into the bookshelves around it. Right as it was going to initiate an attack on the humans, though..

It heard a closet to the left of him fall over. The humans had already moved from the door, it thought. Immediately, it curled its attention towards the sound and bolted towards it. Unknown to it, though, that simply left the wanderers with a chance to start making their way to the other door to unlock the padlock on it and continue their pointless, ignorant path.

This wasn't the first time Figure was tricked like this. It wasn't the first time wanderers went through its home. Every day, new wanderers lose themselves in the hotel, and send themselves through its library because of it. Some escape, others are left torn into a mahogany puddle. Whatever happens, though, every time, Figure just gets angrier and angrier. This was all it could ever do in its cell, and every time it's tormenting for it. Figure just wanted a way out, a way to truly live rather than scrape by with human corpses and purposeless pathways through the same one room.

Figure continued the search for the wanderers as they completed the puzzle needed to get through the padlock. It still was unaware of the existence of this puzzle, simply trying its best to be rid of the intruders. It kept hearing as they crawled by it, but as Figure tried to claim them as they walked past, it lost all traces of them. Every time, a closet door closing is the last thing it hears as it gets close. Figure groaned and yelled in anger, anger at the wanderers, anger at them disappearing, anger at itself for allowing them to fall under the radar.

Figure's head sparked up once more as it heard the other door open. Whether it was of rage of the wanderers escaping or desperateness to escape its room, it wasn't sure, but it ran as fast as it could towards the door, tripping over all the things the wanderers misplaced in the process. Right as Figure thought it was going to reach the door, like every single time it tried this before, the door slammed shut by an unknown force.

Figure slammed at the door, but it wouldn't budge. It kept clawing at it, trying everything it could to get the door back open again, but like every previous attempt, no luck. Rough, sharp gasps and inhales filled the entire room. It couldn't cry, but this was its best equivalent to it. At this point, not even its attempts at crying could soothe its ache for a way out of its personalized hellhole. Its snappy inhales and exhales only made its heart long harder for an escape. As this unfortunate cycle Figure was stuck in always ended, in a fit of hopelessness, it began aimlessly walking around the library once more. As it did so, it failed to realize it was walking past an eye, eyelids coated in black goo, that had made itself home in a wall.