I slowly walked down the hallway towards the painted white door, my empty stomach full of static anticipation. The building was filled with thousands of other doors of various shape and color, some extravagant, and some, like mine, were bleak. And due to the Quarter Master saying that every room will be an exact representation of who the occupant is, I felt numb with the realization of my normalit...

[AUTHORS NOTE: Read this if you want something slightly depressing! I had fun writing it :3

A little background information- Edgar is the son of the leader of the underworld (satan, lucifer, the devil, hades, idk idc) and he lives in a disfunctional family’s attic due to fatherly connection. Calliope, the son, is the only one who knows Edgar lives there. They’re friends and yada yada you get the ...

The walls of Ginsberg Junior High seemed to close in on Will as he struggled to get to his next class. It was room 13, just down the hall and to the right. It shouldn’t be too hard. He tightened his arms around his binder as the blood started dripping from the ceiling. His heartbeat quickened along with his pace. The students gave him odd looks as he passed. He closed his eyes and told himself it ...

I watch him through the window with mild interest. He’s crying on the floor of his dark room, which is not a new accurance, for he has been doing this for the past few nights he has been here. His thin form curled up against the wall, his knees to his chest. The moon is full tonight, basking his figure with a light glow.

The humans in my neighborhood have been trying to welcome him by bringing hi...

“I was just trying to be what you wanted,” he said with a feline smile.

“I don’t even know you…”

“Oh, but you do,” he adjusted his bowtie and smoothed out his lapels. “For the past three and a half years, I have knocked on your door at exactly 6:43, and you have answered it to find a gift. The wi-“

“The wine.”

He grinned, “Yes my dear, the wine. The same wine your beloved brother died getti...

Ah. Crap.

I adjust my tie and watch as Aurel moves towards me. My palms are sweaty as I try to rub them gracefully on the front of my waistcoat.

This.

Cannot.

Be happening.

The mission was so simple when I was first instructed. Get into the damned gala, swap the codes to the vault, and avoid-

I failed.

I failed.

I failed.

Oh gods, I failed.

The...