forum Care to meet the household? (Rp anyone?)

Started February 19, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Goi smiles, giggling softly. “The room adjusts itself to the visitors liking. And don’t worry. This house already twists and warps into so many different things. Your room will be your protector. So if anything, you should feel very safe in there. And I wouldn’t worry too much about your effects on things. Trust me…I’ve seen worse in my day.” She smiles warmly, “Feel free to speak with the others tomorrow. Kathy of course will want to analyze you. Of course, no one will go into your room. So don’t worry about that. And for the entities, as long as they do not leave your room, you should be just fine.” She hums, “Anyway. Do you like tea, hot cocoa, or coffee? Or any other beverage?”

Amelia shakes her head disbelievingly, but doesn't say anything.

"I'm not sure what effect I'll have on ghosts and gods. . . which is why I made sure you knew all my rules. I don't want to risk it. So for now, the only contact we'll have is indirect or the through-the-looking-glass type communication. The entities. . . I don't know what types there will be. It's random."

"I can't eat or drink anything. I've tried, I taste nothing and it just. . . disappears. I'm easy to accomodate in that way, at least." she replies.

Goi nods, “Alright. Well. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest. It’s getting late.” She smiles, “I hope the beds comfy.” She shuffles slightly, then waves and walks away. “Good night!” Just before shes out of sight, she pauses. “Oh! My room is downstairs to the left in case you need anything. And if you feel uncomfortable, Kathy’s room is just down the hall. No matter who you are, he’s very good at comforting. And if something knocks at your door after 12, don’t answer. Just stay in your room.” She walks out of view.

Amelia nods and waves, not saying anything in response. She wouldn't be sleeping tonight - she never does.

Instead, she watches Goi leave, then enters her room, closing the door behind her.

She looks around, then thinks of a new layout for the room - simply a black void. No bed, no other amenities. Just a lightless void. She smiles to herself and starts humming, the sounds slowly becoming more and more distorted throughout the night, as she just floats in the exact center of it all.

She occassionally hears things outside her room, but pays them no mind. They weren't scary to her, or that important.

The next morning she floats over to the door and opens it, stepping foot into the hall.

A dark figure stood right out her door, staring at her with unblinking white eyes. It’s shadow like appearance seeming to grow and shrink all at the same time. where do you come from… the figure seemed to project a echoey voice.

Before Amelia could answer, a child’s cries could be heard from downstairs. “Where did patch go?!?!” Another deeper voice could be heard trying to comfort the child. Just then the figure vanishes and the child’s cries seemed to almost immediately stop. “There you are!!!”

Amelia looks slightly confused.

"What was that? More rather, who was that?" she calls out.

Goi rushes to her, “Oh- you saw it.” She laughs softly. “That’s bubas…guardian…not a lot of people were able to see it…best not to anger it…it’s name is patch.” she sighs, “Anyway, come meet everyone. I understand if you do not eat, but if you do, breakfast is on the table.” She smiles and walks downstairs.

"Oh- one of those 'figures' you were talking about then." Amelia nods.

She looks around, almost as if trying to find a way to escape, then sighs.

"I suppose I should meet everyone, shouldn't I?" she replies quietly.

"If Jay will be there, does he know to either look away from me or to cover his eyes with something?" she asks.

Goi calls from downstairs, “Oh yes, everyone knows! And don’t worry, Jays at church right now! He wont be back till after lunch!”

Kathy, the man from yesterday, calls. “Yeah don’t worry ‘bout the weird Texan!” He laughs.

"Good!" Amelia calls back.

"The 'weird Texan' is just as likely to get high from looking at me as he is to die! Not exactly concerned with you!" she retorts to Kathy, in a playful manner.

Kathy laughs, “Oh I like this one!” He keeps laughing. “Well come on down here and socialize! I don’t bite! Yet-“ he chuckles.

The child giggles, “Big brotherrrr!”

"Oh good god-" Amelia mumbles to herself.

"Alright, alright! I don't know how one 'socializes' but I'll do my best! As for biting, I wouldn't suggest it! I bite back!" she calls back.

She slowly ambles her way down stairs and into the dining room.

She waves politely, the bar over her eyes just as disconcerting as usual, her dress just as vibrant as before.

"Hey." she says politely. She only looks at Kathy, since he'd probably be fine. "My name is Amelia."

She puts on her voice changer as she speaks, making her sound more normal and less staticky. "Um- Kathy should be good, since he's directly reffered to me and he's not dead. The rest of you, don't look at me or speak to me directly. I don't want you guys getting hurt or dying."

Kathy smirks, “Well then aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” He sets Buba down. “Go play.” He shoos him off, looking back at Amelia. “So, what got you to stumble into our house? I saw you out in the woods. You’re lucky you didn’t get an axe to the head.” He smirks, plopping down into a seat.

Goi rolls her eyes. “Kathy, be nice. He doesn’t actually mean that. He’s playing.” She sets a plate down in front of Kathy.

Kathy chuckles, “What? I’m bein’ my playful self. At least shes good and not one of those jerks.” He takes a bite of a waffle.

(Alright good night! Sleep well, sweet dreams 💙)

At Kathy's "ray of sunshine" comment, Amelia chuckles lightly.

Then when he asks what had brought her to the cabin, she stiffens. Suddenly, her entire demeanor shifts and she seems more distant, aloof. Exactly like she was when Goi first met her.

"I was escaping from Them. I broke most of Their minds and killed some of Them in the process. They had no chance. I had the Creatures on my side, too. They are out there somewhere, as well. If you would have tried to kill me, it would not have gone well. After all, how do you kill something that technically doesn't exist?" she says dimly, her voice dead and monotone, eerily calm.

"They were trying to figure out what I was. They failed, time and time again. It started with the needles. They tried to get blood, but I have none. They tried electronics, but those gave Them false readings and data. They tried electricity. That seemed to get results. All it really did was slowly kill my emotional responses. Do you want to know what They tried after They realized electricity didn't work?"

At this point, the black bar over her eyes had faded, revealing black pits that contained multitudes of fragmented colors and sounds. Her eyes were literally screaming in pain and fear. They bored into Kathy's eyes and held his gaze.

"They tried knives and bullets. For years, They would dissect me alive to see what I was made of. Each time They found something different inside, like a little kid's toy that changes colors with heat." she says. With each word she spoke, the room darkened and grew colder, and new noises presented themselves: screams of abject terror and true pain, echoes of memories from Amelia.

"That's what brought me here. I escaped from Them, and gained my freedom." she says, and now shes smiling: it seemed plastic and fake.

He seemed to not even be affected, watching her with interest in his eye. “Hm…so they decided to be human and look for answers that didn’t exist. Seems like the shit I gotta deal with 24/7.” He rolls his eye. “And don’t feel so bad, my…forced mother…had done some pretty awful things to me…it lead to the rose in my eye. I hear plenty of screaming day to day.” He hums, “and not just from other people. This thing seems to crave blood.” He leans back in his chair, still watching her. “It’s clear you’ve been hurt…like us. And it’s also clear that you need to heal from that trauma. I’m happy to help keep you safe. You seem like a good person.” He smiles warmly, “I’m not called ‘big brother’ just for funzies.” He chuckles.

Goi looks between them, blinking slightly. She quickly covers her ears and rushes off.

"You don't seem to understand. . . I live with my own screams echoing in my head. I live with my friend's pleas for mercy echoing in my head. My parents, if I ever had any, abandoned me to Them. I understand what you went through was bad - but I live with the screams of so many people. It's deafening. I still scream, from time to time. This dress, these sleeves, cover up marks of things far worse than you can think of. Things have happened to me that hardly any boy or man could understand - some of my scars aren't on the outside. Some are on the inside. They found ways to. . . to take advantage of me. I may be an error, a mere glitch in the world, but they did things to me that. . . that still haunt me. And it's been a while since I escaped. I've been wandering for a long time. Too long. I've been alone for too long. Too long, too long, too long. . ." Amelia rants, her voice still that frozen monotone. Her words trail off into silence.

She abruptly stands up and walks off. She ignores walls and doors and just walks. Escaping again. Trying to run away from the memories again.

Kathy hums, “Me too…” he whispers, standing and walking into the living room.

The halls seemed to go on forever, doors, windows, more doors, a couple of stairs…it seemed as if the house was making more halls, more doors. It seemed to never end, and eventually, she was met with her room. It was like she went in a circle.

Kathy hums, “Me too…” he whispers, standing and walking into the living room.

The halls seemed to go on forever, doors, windows, more doors, a couple of stairs…it seemed as if the house was making more halls, more doors. It seemed to never end, and eventually, she was met with her room. It was like she went in a circle.

As soon as Amelia finds her room, she doesn't bother with the door: it doesn't exist to her. She just goes straight through it, into her room of nothingness, and there she stays for the next few days. She doesn't move or make even the slightest noise.

After a few days, there was a knock at the door. “Aye, it’s kathy. I wanna talk to you. And don’t worry, everyone else is outside having a campfire. So you’re fine to come chill in the living room with me. I’ll be waiting.” He walks away.

(Lol, yeah. [Which is good, since I'm describing it mildly 😅])

Amelia was barely responsive. It took her 5 minutes to process his words.

Another 10 to make it out the door, and 20 to get to the living room.

"Hello Kathy." she says. Her voice was soft and dead, full of static. Her dress was simply static instead of the usual bright bars of color, as was she. She looked, in a word, like shit. Like she was about to fade out of the world entirely. Everything about her was just. . . dead. "What do you want to talk about?"

The black bar over her eyes isn't there. Her face is currently featureless and blank, just smooth.

He hums, motioning to a seat across from him. “just anything really. I wanna know why you think i don’t have to put up with mental screaming as well. Because i do. Its one of the reasons why I’m insane.” He props his feet up on a small ottoman. “I’ve been through shit myself. As you can see from the bloodstained shirt and rose growing from my eye. You’re not alone when it comes to receiving trauma. Everyone in this house has been through shit. We can help you. And I wanna show you the kindness Goi showed me.”

///PEOPLE! Pobably should've mentioned this way earlier but a lot of things that may be unsuited for certain audiences! Mentions of violence, self-harm, murder and rape are all themes that can be found here! EXERCISE CAUTION!///

For a long while, Amelia doesn't respond. She doesn't sit.

"It's not that I don't think you don't have to deal with screaming. But the screaming becaomes so much worse when you know there were ways you could have stopped it. I thought I was powerless. No, I believed I was powerless. I know better now. But I figured it out too late, which makes the screaming that much louder." she replies slowly.

For a little while, she doesn't move or speak again; then she slowly lifts up her dress.

The static across her body dissipates, and color leeches into her skin, revealing layers upon layers of scars across her legs, belly and torso. There were even stretch marks, evidently from childbirth.

"I had a child, once. A wonderful baby girl. She was taken from me a week after I had her. Guess how she was conceived?" she says blankly.

She pulls of the dress entirely, pulls off her gloves.

All across her body were layers upon layers of scar tissue. The only place that seemed untouched was her face, with but a dozen scars across it. She slowly turns so that her back is facing towards Kathy. The skin looked raw, burnt. Still black from tortures and experiments long past.

"I also had a baby boy. And later on, twins." she continues after a bit.

"They're all long dead. Killed by Them in an experiment to see if they were like me. They weren't. They forced me to watch."

Kathy frowns, “Hm…” he messes with his axe. “And where are these people now? Do you know?” He taps the handle of the axe.

Amelia stares blankly at Kathy for a moment.

"I broke their minds and killed them." she says simply.