Prinxiety Oneshots 3

-Clair de Lune-

A man in a pink floral shirt looks at a Victorian house. The white wood clearly has been replaced over the years as some boards were starting to rot while others were freshly nailed in. The curved porch has seen it's fair share of footprints, since one of the boards was practically in half

The floral shirt man walks up the stairs and opens the door. The door creaked significantly, kinda creeping out the man. The dusty stairs were the first thing that was seen immediately while the carpet was reduced to scraps and tears. A door was on the stairs structure, the man in florals assumed it lead down to a basement. All was silent. Deathly silent

The man in florals continues the journey throughout the house. The room next to the foyer was a parlor. Or what was one, anyway. An old chaise lounge sat in a corner of the circular room. A broken and chipped tea set sat on a tray and rested on a table. The man in florals looked to see if the sugar bowl was included, there was one. A cabinet held books with sun-faded pages, the man in florals skimmed one and saw that some of the words were turning grey instead of the typical black. An ash filled fireplace sat next to the cabinet, above it was a oil painting of a man in red, a man in purple, and a young boy that the man in florals assumed to be about 12 years old

Next to the parlor was an office. Sun-faded and yellow papers littered the floor and desk. An ashtray with burnt cigarettes was on top of the desk as well. A rusted typewriter sat across from a ripped red velvet swivel chair. The velvet wasn't soft and very thickly dusted over. 2 swords crossed over each other hung on the wall above the desk and swivel chair. The man in florals saw an engraved name on the handle of one sword, reading "Ro.Desrosiers". A vase of dead and dried up roses sat next to the ashtray, as if the smell was meant to mask the smoke from the cigarette

Finally, the kitchen was the only room that the man in florals didn't explore yet. Cracked stone floors replaced tiles, glass shards crunched underneath the man in florals shoes. There was ceramic plates piled high in the sink, flies buzzed around an icebox. The man in florals quickly made his way back into the foyer and began an ascent up the stairs

As the man in florals was walking up the stairs, he swore that he could hear a piano play. He stopped, listening to the piece. It was hauntingly beautiful, like if it was the embodiment of a ghost. Clair de Lune, the man in florals recalled. He began to go back up the stairs when the piano abruptly stopped, as if his footsteps were being heard by someone else in the house. The man in florals arrived at the landing of the stairs, his foot didn't step on wood, rather something else

He looked down to see a pair of glasses, they had a light blue tint to the lenses. One of the hinges and a lense was now broken because of the man in florals accidentally stepping onto it. He picked up the glasses, finding an engraving onto it which read "Re.Desrosiers" on the intact arm. The man in florals pocketed the glasses, continuing the exploration

He found a double doored room, seeing an empty bed frame. Another ash filled fireplace was in the room, sitting across from the bed. Above it was the same oil painting in the office. An unfinished oil painting rested on an easel, detailing a half-painted sword wrapped in lavender. A signature was on the bottom corner of the unfinished painting, the man in florals could make out a "V.Desrosiers" in the cursive handwriting. A piano was placed on a diagonal in a corner. A ripped window seat was on the bay window since this room was above the curved design of the parlor downstairs

The man in florals watched as the key cover for the piano lifted up on its own. Clair de Lune started playing again. The man in florals soon saw translucent purple, red, and grey figures all sit on the bench. Lots of raised bumps were scattered on their skin. The man in florals took a step, which made the piano abruptly stop once more. The translucent figures turned to see the man in florals

The man in florals blinked. Now he was alone