Forget all your troubles

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.

There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.

As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]

Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.

Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy

However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.

We eagerly await to meet you.

-Your Host

[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.

Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.

But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]

Comments

[bayoublues]

[please he's trying his best. He pokes his head around the plant, staring at the doll.]

Are you sure you're not a voodoo doll or anythin' like that?

[Better to be safe than sorry.]

[soplaynice]

Do you see any needles in me?

[bayoublues]

...........No.

[Sheepishly inches out from behind the plant.]

Okay, uh, sorry about that. How can I help you?

[soplaynice]

I was just looking to see if you - if you knew a way out. 'Cuz I got a home, and I'm afraid it ain't here, pal.

[bayoublues]

Oh. Um. Sorry, no, I've been lookin' for a way out, myself. I checked--there ain't no windows in this place.

Uh, I may have also run into a wall, tryin' to see if I could break it down. Wouldn't recommend it. [His snout is still sore from nearly breaking it.]

[soplaynice]

Well, doubt that'd do much good for me. You know. Plastic and all that.

[bayoublues]

Ah. Right.

Uh, y'know, there's another livin' doll here. Or, like. Someone that looks sort of like you. Name's Pinocchio.

[soplaynice]

...Another toy?

[bayoublues]

I think he's a puppet? He says he's like, one day old or something, but he's pretty nice. Naive, but nice.

[soplaynice]

Aw, jeez...does he think he’s from a movie or...or a show or something?

[bayoublues]

...No, nothin' of the sort. I think he's tryin' to be a...'real boy', whatever that is. Goes by Pinocchio.

[At least, what he read from his bio.]

Uh, don't believe I know your name, though. What's a doll like you doin' here?

[soplaynice]

Woody. Sheriff Woody.

I don't know, woke up like...everybody else here, I guess.

[bayoublues]

Woody? You don't look like you're made of wood.

...That's a joke. Name's Louis. Need a lift?

[soplaynice]

...Yeah. That could help.

[bayoublues]

[Louis leans down to pick up Woody and cradle him in his claws.]

So, uh, where you wanna go? There's a buncha places to check out, like...I dunno. The kitchen's always a great room to be in. Do dolls need to eat?

[soplaynice]

Uh, no, we don't. But I'd like to - maybe see if there's a way out. But the kitchen is a good place to start with that, pal.

[This is weird! But he's gotten rides from dogs before. This can work.]

[bayoublues]

Okay! That I can do.

[He starts walking and humming to himself. This isn't the weirdest thing he's done all day.]

Y'know, there's a rat here who's been checkin' out all the holes in this place. Says there's no way out, but there's gotta be something, right?

[Entering the kitchen, he puts Woody down on the counter.]

Here it is! Now, if you don't mind me, I'm gonna grab a snack.

[soplaynice]

Yeah, that's...something.

[Just chills on a fucking counter over here.]

You go, big guy.