WEEK 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Wander and Sylvia are dead, the Ghost Host was snuffed out like a light, and Tarzan is nowhere to be seen. It seems like in an instant everything is changed, not just the circumstances, but the mansion itself. It feels like it's gotten significantly colder in the mansion, and you might also start seeing bugs out of the corner of you eyes, darting away into darkness the moment you try to focus on them.

And, starting this week, any and all ghosts are eerily absent but at the same time, no matter where you go, you feel like you're being watched by something. To make matters worse, the attic doors have been nailed open. 

But there are some bright spots in this week. When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find that you have a brand new tuxedo hanging up on your bedroom door, in your exact size. Later, if you're curious enough to try going from the second floor to the attic, you'll find that there's a whole new floor to explore, but this time it's just comprised of two rooms: a smallish but serviceable laundry room and an expansive casino with an attached bar.

Don't tell Jiminy about this he will have a heart attack.

Feel free to explore, but maybe you want to keep away from the Stretching Room for awhile. Somebody cut the noose on the hanging corpse.

17 guests remain.]

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[defyingfrigidity]

[That's... a little worrying, yeah, but hard to believe with how he's acting right now.]

Fiddleford, you're... you're not acting normal right now. I know you're just saying things. There's no way I can believe you like this.

[terribibble]

I'm just tryin' -- I'm just tryin' to be positive.

[His voice breaks a little. His expression drops. He's been trying so hard and nothing's worked and it's never going to work, is it?]

That's all we've got here, right?

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Fidds this is probably the last person to ask that...]

Do we even have that anymore? After everything that's happened, we haven't made any progress in finding a way out, or stopping these murders every week...

[terribibble]

[His shoulders hunch even more than usual. He feels like he wants to fold in on himself until he's nothing but a horrible singularity. At least then he won't have to deal with this.]

Well that's why you have to lie to yourself, see. Until you believe it.

[defyingfrigidity]

I've tried doing that. Thirteen years I lied to myself, telling myself that it would all be okay and that I'll be able to gain control of myself and my powers. Thirteen years of telling myself that what I was doing was helping Anna...

[She just... shakes her head.]

I can't lie to myself anymore. Not after everything that's happened here.

[terribibble]

[Yeah. He can't even argue with her, either, because he's more or less hit that point too. He said as much to Ford, that it was all just lies, that it was getting harder and harder to be positive when he still knew that's all it was.]

Well y'know, alright, if you're not goin' to feel better knowin' I've done worse than you and if you're no good at pretendin' it's all fine at least you can feel better knowin' we're both awful screw-ups together.

[He leans back against the tree and looks up at the permanently-dark sky, which used to disorient and frighten him but now is just one more thing he has to deal with.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[A screw-up. It's so... blunt. Kind of rude. Not something Elsa would have ever called herself back home. But now... yeah. She really is a screw-up, isn't she? The biggest screw-up, who couldn't do the one thing she promised herself she'd do in this mansion.

She just... sighs, such a deeply tired sound, and leans forward to press her forehead against her knees.]

It's not fair... that a "screw-up" is still here, when people who are infinitely better aren't.

[terribibble]

Yeah. Yeah, well... that's how things always shake out, ain't it. There's never sense to somethin' like this.

[He'd be being nicer if he was sober, but when he's drunk his brain goes even faster than usual and pushes words out of his mouth far faster than he can censor it.]

Wish there was somethin' I could do for you. Wish there was somethin' I could do at all.