I sometimes wonder if the Hotel's existence is a coincidence. Who knows? Maybe it is. Or maybe it's fate itself. Maybe its just a stage set with an unfolding set or variables. The important thing is, whatever this is, it wasn't a mistake.
Don't question my logic. You will understand soon enough why we are all here.
I linger for a while in the courtyard. It's actually rather peaceful out here. My gaze drifts to a bleak corner, and that's when I see him. Rush. Now, what's he doing out here?
I want to go and ask him questions. I want to tell him that I am his friend. But I know he won't believe me. No one does, really. I can be a lot of things, you know - just as long as you don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
That's when I feel a sudden change in the atmosphere, and he knows I'm here. You can feel the cold radiating off that entity from a mile away. He turns to look at me, and his black eyes narrow. His face contorts; almost as if he's trying to remember who I am. I stare right back at his puzzled expression, and smile. "It's you," Rush whispers into the silence. I step out from the shadows in which I stand and go out to meet him. For a moment we are friends, colleagues reunited. Then his face sours and he retreats, his face etched with hate.
"I know who you are."
"Of course you do," I reply simply, and turn to face the statue that dominates the courtyard. I study it for a moment, and turn around once more to find him still observing me. "But by all means," I breathed, "Let me introduce myself."
"They call me the Glitch."
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Doors - A story
AdventureI suppose most people don't know the hotel exist. Better for them. But I know some people who have actually been there - and survived. Well - nearly all of them survived. But that doesn't matter. Come with me. I will show you something, if you like...
