Blurryface meets Cry Baby

The House In The Evening

   Blurry sat in his apartment room, feeling glad and almost... free, now that he had vented to Cry Baby and knew he was trusted enough to be vented to.

Blurry knew now that he had to cherish the moments in which pleasant things were going on in his mind. It only takes a word or an action to make the clearest river murky. So he decided to go for a walk. He wasn't afraid of his principal, not now at least. Besides, Mr. Jackson had said himself that he was staying at a hotel; a hotel that wasn't in the neighborhood that Blurry was looking to explore.

   Blurryface's thoughts all day had been focused on nothing but the mysterious blue house - it was so mystic, so different, and it looked too perfect, like you couldn't trust the house itself. As he walked, he tried to tell himself that he was going outside to to enjoy the world he hadn't explored before, but the wonderful things around him that he usually enjoyed, were blocked out, and that tall house was consuming his mind. He was unusually determined to get closer to it this time, and perhaps look inside as he walked past.

   He looked up and down the boulevard as soon as he reached it, making sure his principal was nowhere to be seen.

   His eyes were fixed on the house as his legs moved faster and faster. It looked so beautiful and even odder in the evening. The baby blue now looked like a much darker shade, and it looked taller than the first time Blurry saw it, like it was casting a shadow of dominance over all the other boring-looking houses. It was captivating and once he began walking towards it, it was quite impossible for him to stop.

   White noise was flowing through his mind. It scared him how suddenly obsessed he was with the house, and suddenly, he blinked, and it was right in front of him.

   He looked up, and it felt as if the house was threatening him. It gave him chills, but it thrilled him. However, as soon as he peeked through the small window, he couldn't explain or believe what he saw.