forum It’s a Horror One on One (Closed)

Started August 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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(Yeah they do)

“I’m not admiring it, you idiot, I’m just looking at it!” Clare called back. “How about we just use this to get a a fire going in the furnace. I bet I could break one of these arm lookin things off.”

(the cinematography is good tho)

"Don't fucking deface the satan statue!" Connor shouted, their arms flailing wildly. "We're going to fucking die because you want to fondle the satan statue!"

(Yeeet)

“Yes, because I totally get off on that. We need to stay warm, I’m not getting sick because you are scared of a stupid cabin and a stupid thing made out of sticks,” Clare said. She grabbed onto the ‘arm’ of it, pulling until she heard the snapping of twigs.

(lmao I got to the deer part)

"That's it, you've pissed off whatever made that and whatever it was made for. We're dead now," Connor said, folding their arms across their chest with a scowl

(Oof)

“Whatever made it is long gone, by the looks of this place, and its probably just a statue of some weird ass god that doesn’t exist. As a Catholic, I think that all this is a bunch of bullshit,” Clare hummed with a chuckle and a shrug. She walked down the hall, carrying the large bundle of sticks and twigs. She jabbed Connor in the stomach with it, laughing, before walking down the stairs.

Connor jumped a bit as Clare jabbed them with the branches. "Ew, you touched me with the satan stick. That's gotta be bad mojo," they said with a noise of disgust

Clare laughed, walking over to the furnace and dropping the bundle next to it. She opened up the furnace, cramming the branches inside. “Do we have a lighter or matches with us?”

"The pyro has your back," Connor said before fishing a lighter out of their pocket and walking over to the furnace. They flicked the lighter on before lighting the bundle of twigs

“The what?” Clare asked with a confused look. Once the fire was lit, she shut the furnace and flicked off the flashlight. The burning fire would provide enough light in the small room for now.

"I may or may not have a habit of lighting things on fire. Though in my defense, you really shouldn't give a pyro a welding torch," Connor said with a small laugh

“That’s not a pyro, that is an arsonist. You, my friend, are an arsonist,” Clare pointed out with a bit of laughter. She uprighted a wooden chair, taking a seat on it.

"Hey, I'm not that bad. I'm actually really good at not setting things on fire when I want to," Connor said with a laugh before plopping cross-legged on the floor

“Mhm, sureee, that’s what a crazy person would say,” Clare laughed, as she grinned wildly. She leaned back in the chair, stretching her legs out lazily in a way that her mom would scold her for sitting “unladylike”.

"All the best people are crazy," Connor chuckled before flopping backwards onto their back. They looked up at the ceiling, the sound of rain against the roof sounding nice

“Wonder when the rain will pass,” Clare hummed after a moment of silence, hands patting on her knees out of boredom and restlessness.

"Eh, I like rain. Helps me sleep since insomnia and anxiety are a bitch," Connor said, shrugging as they turned to look more at Clare. They yawned, rubbing at their eyes as they did so

“Well I was seriously hoping that we would have to spend the night anywhere, especially in a creepy ass cabin in the middle of the creepy ass woods,” Clare pointed out.

"Honestly, everything becomes creepy and ass when you're hiking," Connor said with a small laugh. "This is why I'm an indoor person to be honest."

“Yeah I know that, but I like hiking, and it’s never this creepy,” Clare hummed, crossing one of her legs over the other at the knee. She looked over towards a window, the woods looking a bit dark from how the storm clouds blocked out the sun.

"I don't know, man. I mean I'm a sucker for creepy stuff, hell, I make stories about it all the time. But this feels like a different kind of creepy, y'know?" Connor said with a shrug

“Yeah, I get that and I am too. But yeah, I guess this is kind of strange,” Clare hummed, lips pursed as she got up, squinting out the window.

(oof I watched the whole movie and now I have questions as to whether or not both of us are going to survive)

Connor nodded. "Well, I guess we can deal with satan in the morning. I'd like to sleep the creepiness off, to be honest," they said before beginning to rummage through their bag

(Who knows lmao)

Clare gave a huff and a nod, walking over to her bag and pulling out the sleeping bag she had grabbed. She laid it out, sitting on it crisscrossed.

(just give us both the weird five finger chest mark lmao)

Connor pulled their sleeping bag out as well, struggling with it for a moment before crawling into it. "Goodbye, freaky ass cabin. I will see you in the light of day, where I will be able to convince my paranoia that I'm not about to die."

(Yeah totally lmaooo)

Clare laughed, getting into the sleeping bag. She rolled onto her side, huffing as she tried to get comfortable on the hard floor.