"I don't think they'll enjoy the fate of playing your game, LJ"
Ben said to the tall figure.
His name is... LJ?
"Excuse me" Jake said to the tall clown-like guy. "Who are you?"
Jake asked. "Who am I? Hahahahaha!!" The man said.
"Me? I am... Issac's friend..."
He said, frowning.
"Hehehe, You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you LJ"
Ben said laughing.
"LJ" reached his long arm out at Ben and squeezed Ben. Ben just widened his grin.
"You shouldn't have done that"
He said and vanished, appearing behind Jake. When he did that, he looked almost green and transparent for a quick moment before appearing normally.
LJ grinned as well and stuck a lolipop in his mouth.
"hehehe what will our new playmates do tomorrow?" LJ asked. Me and Jake were confused. "Hehe thats right, tomorrow is Monday. What a fate this is" Ben said.
Wait... It's the same day as when we fell here, so it should be...
Wait... What day is it?!?
"what's so special about monday?" Jake asked LJ.
"hahehehe, classes my friend. A quite boring game. An aweful game." He tilted his head, grinning. "Monday took Issac away from me. Now, we can play no more. Actually, I already played the game. I won the final round, hehehehe" LJ said.
Ben laughed at him and vanished.
I feel like i'm in a creepy horror movie. Once all the other characters are murdered, I will go home, right?
I will open my eyes and be in my bed, back in New Jersey. Mom and dad will be there saying good morning and yelling at me to come downstairs for breakfast.
right? Classes? As in school classes?
LJ brushed his cold hand against my cheeck and grinned.
"Classes are here my friend. This building. Don't end up like Issac. But if you do... we get to play :o)"
He said and walked off laughing to himself.
Jake and I stood alone again in silence. We sat down against the wall and breathed, closing our eyes. Closing our eyes was probably not a good idea... Something or someone could pop up and stab us if it wanted to.
We would be vulnerable targets.
After about ten minutes, It started to get dark. We started to get even more scared and worried. If we were in such danger and fright during daytimr, what would night bring?!? It would be dark, a killer's delight time.
Two oblivious, unarmed, foreign species to stab? How thoughtful of us -_-
"The smiley mask guy!"
Jake exclaimed.
"Jake, do you want to die tonight?!?" I said. How could he even have a drop of trust for any of the lunatics here?!? I mean no, he didn't kill us or kick us out of his house, but he paints. With blood. A freaking bloody painter is what he is. And trying to stay or sleep in a house with a guy who paints his walls with blood? I'm beginning to think i'm the only sane one here.
More like the only sane one in this whole place.
"Besides, we can at least ask him questions about this place." Jake said, standing up. I don't like or have faith in this plan of his. Not to mention I just met these people and him a few hours go. I'm beginning to suspect that time here is different. We fell down the hole at night, yet we awoke to daytime. They also said that tomorrow is Monday shich means today is Sunday....
And we don't have school on Sunday. Urg, too many thoughts and things to figure out and them remember. "Trust me when I say I have absolutely no trust in anyone, but I have an idea" Jake said, pulling me towards the painter' house. "Uhuh... Real reassuring, Jake" I said. We knocked on the door and he opened it. "What are you two here for again?" He said. Be was drawing in his book again.
Jake stiffened."Excuse us, Painter, but we were wondering if you would kindly let us stay here for the night and until we find our way out of your world and out of everyone's hands" Jake said. Well that was a suprise. I did NOT think he was going to ask in such a polite manner lol.
"Hmph. You two are such a bother. A heavy burden on my shoulders, coming and asking for a place to stay. Come in and relax but I wouldn't trust me when you turn your backs. There maynot be a tomorrow to look forward to." He said, leaving the door open and walking into the other room. I gulprd, and I bet Jake could hear me doing so.
"Jake," I said.
"What?"
"The brix"
"Have they?"
"Yes. They have been shat"
