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

[faciliheir]

Man, I might just give this thing to Lonnie... You could make a sick remix of these dumb old lines!

[in the kitchen now, hopefully someone left some fuckin knives.]

[soplaynice]

WHOSE LINES ARE YOU CALLIN’ OLD?

[faciliheir]

[... man this is awkward she's already got this knife in her hand and everything.

she'll just point it threateningly at whatever the fuck this goddamn thing is i mean she's already here.]

Alright, Dolly. I don't know what your little game is, but you best start talking-- and I mean really talking. Spirit possession? Curse?

[soplaynice]

...

Alright, hi. We’re off to a bad start here, but stop callin’ me Dolly!

[faciliheir]

You don't get to be picky with your nickname after spending a whole ten minutes treating me like a fool! Earn a better one.

[soplaynice]

I’m not treating you like a - these are the rules, okay? I’m not super conditioned to just up and break ‘em like this.

[faciliheir]

The only thing lamer than normal rules is doll rules.

So, what? Not allowed to let the humans know you talk? Where are you from that inanimate objects talking even measures on the weirdness scale?

[soplaynice]

I don’t make em, okay? We don’t let the kids know we’re alive, and nobody really has a problem with that, as far as things go.

[faciliheir]

Well, I do. What a boring childhood those kids must've had! Here they could've had talking dolls, but instead they just get boring ol' regular ones.

[soplaynice]

They use their imaginations. They’re the ones who make us feel alive.

[faciliheir]

Gross. [how sentimental] Well, I'm pretty sure you won't need your rules around here. There's only a couple of kids here, and they all seem pretty used to magical stuff. You wouldn't shock them.

[soplaynice]

Maybe. I'll, uh, play it safe for a little bit, I think.

[faciliheir]

Whatever you think's best, little guy. Try not to get too roughed up out there-- not everyone's gonna be as patient as me.