Your Autumn dress had still fit from the last time you wore it, which was, well, last Autum. It hadn't gotten any shorter, so you were able to twirl it around as you pleased, making you smile widely. It was a laced, white pattern with a blue bow around the waist. You're white sandles complimented the outfit well, along with your sky-blue hat.
Today was your birthday. But it was also Halloween.
You checked yourself in the mirror for almost a third time before walking out the door, your 2 friends Feliciano and Elizaveta waiting for you patiently. Feli greeted you with a huge hug, which was normal for someone as air-headed as him. Liza, as you nicknamed her, greeted you with a smile and compliment on your dress.
As the three of you stepped into the car, you finally asked where you were going.
"You'll see~", Liza said with a smirk.
You turned your head to look at Feli, who had been bouncing around in the back seat.
"Should I be worried?", you asked with a slight smile.
The soft-faced Italian stopped his rambunctious behavior for a second to reply.
"Nope! She says it'll be fun~!" he announced loudly with amusement.
You laughed lightly, taking his word for it. As you all drove off, you looked out the passenger window, admiring the greenary of the world. It had only been about 20 minutes until the car stopped. As you opened your door, Feli quickly shut it.
"Huh?" you looked up at the flamboyant boy, who seemed to always have his eyes closed at the most awkward times. As you continued to stair at him, his expression changed from sweet to devious. A smirk replaced his smile and his green eyes seemed to be replaced with purple.
You recognized those eyes anywhere.
"What the hell Luciano!? What'd you do with Feli? Give back my adorable Uke!" you demanded.
The 2P simply laughed at your reaction.
"Feli's sick at home today, _________. So Liza asked me to pretend to be him so you wouldn't suspect anything. Now, put this blindfold on and don't ask any questions."
Before you could protest, the darker version of your Italian friend had blind-folded you. You sat there patiently until you were jerked around to get up from your seat. You could hear Elizaveta giggle in the background, knowing that she obviously planned this.
"Have fun, __________. I'll come back to pick you up around….actually, I don't really know. Just cooperate, okay? Bye~", she said with that sweet voice of hers.
You really hated when she did things like this to you. She tells you to look pretty because she lies about going someplace nice, then you two end up at a male stripper club. It's happened before!
As Luciano motioned your body forward, you were hesitant on the steps you took, unable to see where you were going.
"You're tense, bella. Just relax, it's nothing bad", he said with a dark tone.
But something didn't feel right. A knot grew in your stomach from uneasiness. Your body started to shake from what felt like fear. After a few more steps, the 2P stopped you from walking. You stood there, still blind-folded, but now alone. Luciano's footsteps were walking the other way.
Your heart rate went up. What the hell!?
You took off the blindfold, only to find yourself in a beat-up, old house. You knew this place, and you strongly disliked it. It was the Haunted House you and your friends talk about!
"Fuck this. Nope. Nope. Nope." you said out loud.
But you took one step towards the door and noticed someone had blocked it, making you scream. You felt a hand cover your mouth.
"Shhh~", they said softly, "Sprechen Sie nicht(1)", they whispered.
German? The voice was too quiet for you to make out who it was, but it sounded like a man's tone. But you did as they told you to and hushed up. Your heavy breathing could be heard through the cracks of the other's hand. They looked both ways before turning to the left, looking back behind him to make sure nothing was there.
He stopped in what looked like a kitchen, seeing as the stove had been chared and everything else around it was either broken or decaying slowly. He set you down in a chair and stood up straight again, uncovering his hand from your mouth carfully and trying to get a good look at you before speaking.
He knelt down, as if to a child, and tried to observe your face more. Seeing as the sun was still out, a bright ray revealed his ocean-blue eyes and bleach blonde hair, which looked as if it was never made this morning. His face was rough around the edges, but still looked soft and so…touchable. He was wearing a plain, black tank top with dark camouflage pants and black combat boots. He had muscular arms, but to the point where it didn't look overwhelming. As he continued to observe you, his expression had softened greatly, putting a smile on his face.
"Hallo", he started.
You didn't know if he was trustworthy, but the least you could do was greet him back.
"H-Hi", you replied in fear, a slight hitch in your throat.
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?(2)" he asked.
You looked at him with confusion. What did he just say? He could figure out that your main language was english, so he spoke again.
"Vy see. So you only speak English…", the other stated with a heavy German accent.
He stood up once again, looking down at you with an outstretched arm and a sincere smile. You hesitated to take it, seeing as you didn't even know this man. You refused to take the hand of a stranger, so you just sort of curled up on the chair, trying to get away from him as much as possible.
"Take it…Vy don't bite. Promise", he added.
You looked down at his hand again, your own hand inching for it. Once you placed your hand into his, he pulled you forward with care, allowing you to stand.
"So, vhy are you in here?" he asked in confusion.
"……the 2P's stuck me in here as a birthday prank…", you replied in a low voice.
The german tilted his head slightly.
"Vell, Vy'd love to help you get out, if zhat is vhat you vhant", he offered with a sincere expression, "My name is Lutz, by zha vhay".
You nodded at his offer, also giving your name.
"I'm _________."
As he held your hand around the building, you heard all types of creeks and noises. A door slammed suddenly from upstairs, but you had no intention of going to check what made it. Lutz's grip tightened on your hand, keep you close. You really hated this house. You've been inside it one other time, and time ended up being jumbled. You felt as though you were only there for a few minutes, but when you came back out, an entire day had gone by. You remembered how the other kids in your class worried for you.
But then something came to mind.
"What…did you say your name was?" you asked the other.
"Hm? Lutz. Lutz Beilschmidt. Vhy?"
Back in Freshman year, you heard a boy from your class had gone missing. You didn't recall his name, since you hardly ever spoke to him, but you started asking questions.
"How old are you, Lutz?"
"19. Vhy?" he asked.
It finally clicked.
"…..Are you the lost boy from the class of 2009….?"
He stopped in his tracks before looking back at you with a surprised expression.
"…Vhat did you say your name vhas…?" he asked in a low tone.
"__________. I think I was in your class that year, but everyone said you went missing. You've been gone for almost 6 years. How long have you been in here?"
"Vy walked in here a few hours ago!"
He clenched your hand tightly and headed towards the front door, but when he broke it down, it only lead back into the haunted house.
You were both trapped.
After a few more tires of escaping, you both ended up in the same place each time. You and Lutz decided to give up. It was no use and there was nowhere out.
++++TIME SKIP++++
It felt as though days went by. You had no food or water, and you were sure to die soon. In the meantime, you and Lutz got acquainted. You talked about the past, the present, and the future.
Aside from his good looks, he kept calm under pressure. You were both annoyed about being unable to leave.
But just that moment, when you both thought you were goners, the front door opened. A familiar voice yelled at the two of you.
"Get the hell out of there, ___________!"
It was Elizaveta! She had come to save you two, but oh, how pissed you were.
"You stood up and walked towards your friend.
"I am going to fucking kill you!" you yelled in anger.
Lutz quickly followed behind, reaching for your hand and spinning you around to face him, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. Your face went red. You went from knowing nothing about him, to knowing everything about him. You actually really liked him and you assumed he felt the same.
From that day, you were his. When you left the house, he followed along with you, happy he was free from a never ending cycle.
It wasn't until a couple of days later that he asked you out. Years after, he asked you to marry him.
It wasn't the best ending, but you thought it was good enough.
