Though he wouldn't think so at the time, it's actually lucky when this happens somewhere public; not that it's his goal to have people watching him just staring out into space like his mind is totally somewhere else, because his mind is totally somewhere else. It's just that if he stays like this forever, that's not exactly a good thing, or at least it's less good than being conscious and here. The point is, you're a good person and you tried to help, or you're a bad person and you tried to do something like push him over.
Shame on you, if it's the latter.
Anyway, it turns out that was a mistake. Welcome to the House.
option one; school's never out Whoever says that high school is the best time of your life is wrong. And that's not just because here, at this nameless school, the classes make no sense, your teachers have no faces, and most of your fellow students respond to you like they're NPCs with one line of dialogue.
Then again, you're not really here for them.
There's someone in the school uniform, plus a pair of gloves, who (if you're aware that this is just some Hadriel stuff) you somehow recognize as the person who you saw just before ending up here.
Which is definitely weird, considering the person in front of you is about half a foot shorter than the guy you saw, and is also definitely female.
"Aren't you late for class?" she asks, even though she is obviously also not in class right now. "Or are you skipping today?"
option two; rooftop book club The door to the rooftop closes quietly behind you; it's almost churchlike here, quiet rows of white stone benches looking out into a sky that feels somehow empty. On one of the benches closest to the railing is a boy with white hair. He starts a bit when he notices someone is here, almost dislodging the notebook from his lap. It probably has something to do with the fact that he looks like he's recently been in a fight, and not one that he won, either.
"I wasn't sure if you'd still come here." He still looks slightly nervous, but smiles at you, unsure, as if he's testing the expression out. "But, thank you."
You're aware of who he is, and whether that means "the boy that you just saw standing outside staring into the distance at Hadriel" or "the new student who introduced himself as C, the god of this world, and was immediately laughed at by everyone in the class," well, who knows?
option three; the world outside Warning: this option will lead to discussions/themes of suicide. You find yourself in the infirmary, lying on one of the beds. Sitting on the stool next to you is a white-haired boy, looking slightly upset. "I'm sorry," he tells you. "I should have known that you would end up becoming their target, as well."
After a moment, he gets up from the stool, but doesn't leave. "But-- we don't have to stay here. If we take the elevator down from this level, we can leave. It would be...better than this." He's looking down at you, hopeful.
You don't want to let him down, right?
option four; home sweet home Warning: npc body horror, possible mentions of suicide. There is someone else on the elevator with you. Actually, that's not fully correct, because the "someone" is lying on the floor, unmoving. So you definitely won't be getting much conversation out of him. On the plus side, the elevator ride up isn't too long, and you have the slightly-calming elevator music to keep you company until the doors open.
When they do, the person standing there is the one you had interacted with to get here in the first place. Charles looks a bit surprised, but only for a moment. The expression gives way to a sad kind of smile. "Oh," he says. "It was nice of you to come with him."
He picks the body up as if it weighs nothing.
When you step off the elevator, the doors close behind you, and in their place is the front door of the apartment you're now in. It's locked. No going back, it seems.
The apartment you've been dropped off at is small. Dark, slightly gloomy, but clean. "You can wait here, if you want." He looks down at the body in his arms. "I have to take care of him first."
Of course, you're certainly able to follow. Maybe it'd be nice to have company.
charles eyler || ota, warnings for options 3 and 4 in the comment
Shame on you, if it's the latter.
Anyway, it turns out that was a mistake. Welcome to the House.
option one; school's never out
Whoever says that high school is the best time of your life is wrong. And that's not just because here, at this nameless school, the classes make no sense, your teachers have no faces, and most of your fellow students respond to you like they're NPCs with one line of dialogue.
Then again, you're not really here for them.
There's someone in the school uniform, plus a pair of gloves, who (if you're aware that this is just some Hadriel stuff) you somehow recognize as the person who you saw just before ending up here.
Which is definitely weird, considering the person in front of you is about half a foot shorter than the guy you saw, and is also definitely female.
"Aren't you late for class?" she asks, even though she is obviously also not in class right now. "Or are you skipping today?"
option two; rooftop book club
The door to the rooftop closes quietly behind you; it's almost churchlike here, quiet rows of white stone benches looking out into a sky that feels somehow empty. On one of the benches closest to the railing is a boy with white hair. He starts a bit when he notices someone is here, almost dislodging the notebook from his lap. It probably has something to do with the fact that he looks like he's recently been in a fight, and not one that he won, either.
"I wasn't sure if you'd still come here." He still looks slightly nervous, but smiles at you, unsure, as if he's testing the expression out. "But, thank you."
You're aware of who he is, and whether that means "the boy that you just saw standing outside staring into the distance at Hadriel" or "the new student who introduced himself as C, the god of this world, and was immediately laughed at by everyone in the class," well, who knows?
option three; the world outside
Warning: this option will lead to discussions/themes of suicide.
You find yourself in the infirmary, lying on one of the beds. Sitting on the stool next to you is a white-haired boy, looking slightly upset. "I'm sorry," he tells you. "I should have known that you would end up becoming their target, as well."
After a moment, he gets up from the stool, but doesn't leave. "But-- we don't have to stay here. If we take the elevator down from this level, we can leave. It would be...better than this." He's looking down at you, hopeful.
You don't want to let him down, right?
option four; home sweet home
Warning: npc body horror, possible mentions of suicide.
There is someone else on the elevator with you. Actually, that's not fully correct, because the "someone" is lying on the floor, unmoving. So you definitely won't be getting much conversation out of him. On the plus side, the elevator ride up isn't too long, and you have the slightly-calming elevator music to keep you company until the doors open.
When they do, the person standing there is the one you had interacted with to get here in the first place. Charles looks a bit surprised, but only for a moment. The expression gives way to a sad kind of smile. "Oh," he says. "It was nice of you to come with him."
He picks the body up as if it weighs nothing.
When you step off the elevator, the doors close behind you, and in their place is the front door of the apartment you're now in. It's locked. No going back, it seems.
The apartment you've been dropped off at is small. Dark, slightly gloomy, but clean. "You can wait here, if you want." He looks down at the body in his arms. "I have to take care of him first."
Of course, you're certainly able to follow. Maybe it'd be nice to have company.