oneshots

Ahhhhhhhh

Beeping of a alarm clock and the unpleasant sun light that shines through the curtains as you shift around in the bed. Immediately regretting it because of the sharp pain in your right ear, your earring was pulling it down and it was bleeding slight.

Groaning in pain and slowly lying back down with a pounding in your head you keep your eyes shut closed, trying to remember what happened and since when you had curtains in your small appartment and since when your bed was this soft and warm.

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Sitting up in a dash and looking around before letting out a small pained groan at the ear bleeding and sunlight once again.

The room was a blurry mess, only small green blobs wich seemed to be furniture and dark brown fuzzy squares what seemed to be a closet and the door.

Looking around for your glasses you realize that you're not at home, not at a friends house, nor at your parents or even grandparents house..

„Where the actual fu-"

A sound of a gun shot interrupted you while you tried collecting your thoughts.

You decided to get up and look around, you're clothes seemingly haven changed to Victorian styled ones.

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Now that you were having a better look at the room, one would realise it's based off of the Victorian era.
A rather old looking building but a building none the less.

A big bed in the corner where you had awoken from a few seconds ago. A big dark wood closet with golden details.
A matching dark wood desk, this time with silver details that reached from knob to smallest detail of a painted flower.

A window that was covered in soot and ashes.
No sun or moonlight being able to shine through all the grime and dirt of it.
It was covered in mold and moss.

A small coffee table in the Center of the room, three chairs around it as well as a fine set of china tea pots and cups.

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Returning to look for the source of the gunshot you take a look around a realise some blood seeping through the crack under the door.
Sounds of a fun reloading could be heard before another shot is heard.

This tile way louder, causing a ringing and stinging sound in your ear.

More blood seeping through under the door.

„Pest..Rats.."

A voice was heard, seemingly the person with the gun, the other one long dead.

You opened the door, not being able to control your own body...

„Oh? Another person that's eager to join their family?"

As you look at them you realise it's a person also dressed in older English clothing. A old gun in hand, loaded and ready to shoot.

„Not much if a talker are we?"

You don't do anything but stare at the gun.

„Make sure I get paid well~"

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YOOO? JUST RANDOMLY FOUDN THIS ABD HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I WAS ON, DONT REMBER EVER WRITING THIS WTF??? 🤧