The Fishbowl

Chapter 4

tw: blood, bodily horror, temporary blindness, ghosts, if there's more please tell me

3rd Person

Virgil sighed, and went back to the desk. He took out the sketchbook again and started to sketch something. As a few hours went by, Virgil started to get tired. He tried to stay awake to finish one of his drawings, but couldn't. "Closing my eyes for a few minutes won't hurt," he mumbled, laying his head on the desk. He slowly fell asleep.

The room felt as though it was getting colder, the lamps started to flicker as if someone was trying to give a signal. The flickering suddenly stopped, but the room remained cold. Virgil shivered, slowly waking up. He picked up his head tiredly and looked around the room in confusion. He eventually went back to sketching, dismissing the temperature. After a short while, he went to his side of the bed and fell asleep.

After Virgil fell asleep, the lights started flickering. You could hear moans, groans, and cries for help coming from inside the room. The voices came from every direction as if someone was in pain. The flickering stopped as the window got foggy. A light mist came through the window and the door cracked. It started to glow a light pink, black, and orange.

"What's up everybody?" A voice remarked, appearing from the orange mist. They made a gesture as if they were doing an intro to a video.

"Do you how do?" Another voice said, appearing from the pink mist. They had a kind smile and had a notepad with a pencil. "Oh, hello Thomas!" the voice exclaimed.

"Hi Emile," Thomas replied. "Now we just have to wait for Remy to come."

"Hey babes," the last voice said, appearing from the black mist. They had a relaxed, badass look and gave off an aura like they didn't really care about the situation right now.

"I can't believe he brought more people into his sick games," Thomas said as he floated to Virgil and Patton. "I hope none of them get hurt like we did."

Emile sighed sadly as he looked around the room. "Guys, we have to warn them of this place," he said quietly. He knew they'd get manipulated the same way he did. Thomas nodded his head in agreement.

Remy agreed as he floated to Virgil's sketchbook. "Babes, it seems as though emo over there made a drawing of us," Remy pointed out, gesturing at the drawing. The others went to Remy in confusion and looked at the drawing.

Thomas was in the middle with a big smile, his arms around Remy and Emile. Thomas had his hair slightly over his eye. Remy to the right of Thomas had an annoyed look while holding a Starbucks drink, looking at Thomas with sunglasses slightly down. Emile had a cartoonish smile as he had a notepad in his hand, a pencil behind his ear, and his glasses pushed up.

'Remy, Thomas, and Picani' was written underneath them.

"Seems like our memories are getting to him," Remy commented as he made the sketchbook close.

"I don't want them to have the same horrible fate as us," Emile said as he looked at Patton sadly.

"Emile, babe, if you want you can try and share your memories with Sunshine over there while I can take Nerd and Princey. Thomas can take Emo," Remy directed as he slowly floated out of the room. The others nodded their heads as they went to Virgil and Patton.

Remy goes to Roman and Logan's room, noting how it looked as if a library met a fantasy castle. He looked around the room, amazed by the decorations. It was clearly designed as though to make the occupants want to stay forever. Remy eventually found Roman and Logan, recognizing them when he saw glasses on a nightstand.