Post by cobalt on Feb 8, 2015 19:50:50 GMT -6
(because i need more unfinished work right)
“Leonard, man, I’m serious. Lets play this game. It’ll be fun, like the shit we did in college.”
“You mean the shit YOU did in college that you dragged me into? Just like this? You never really fucking graduated anyway, you were a dropout. Just like I’m going to drop you out a window if you pull this shit on me.” Leonard growled in reply.
“Alright, but just remember that no matter if you want to play or not, unless you can get a place to stay at 11:30 at night, you’re playing. The Midnight Man has no rules.” Magnus smirked.
“Where the fuck did you even find this game?”
“Fiona and Kuro played it a few weeks ago. I was hanging out with her and she brought it up. They’re both still alive, right? And we will be too. Just do it, you big baby.”
“…If I die, I am dragging you the fuck down with me.” Leonard sighed, while simultaneously giving Magnus the finger.
“YES!” Magnus grinned. “Come ‘ere, read the rules.” Magnus grinned, scooting out from his messy desk to let Leonard look at his laptop.
“The Midnight Game.” Leonard began. “Sounds like so much fucking fun.” Leonard signed, to get a chuckle from Magnus.
“It’s a pagan ritual. That’s always a good fucking sign.” Leonard continued, sarcasm laced in his voice. “Used to make people obey the gods. A…VERY REAL CHANCE OF DEATH?” Leonard yelled, turning to Magnus “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“Kuro and Fiona got out okay!” Magnus assured.
“Kuro has years of combat training and Fiona is…well…Fiona! How the FUCK did you think this was a good idea?”
“Just keep reading. Come on.” Magnus urged.
Leonard scrolled down the page, merely an image in a separate tab, and began to summarize the instructions. “So, we need…a front door. Goddamn. We’re shit out of luck.” Leonard snarked. “Stuff to write our names…blood. Oh. Great. I have to fucking draw blood for this. Awesome. Matches, and a lighter. Oh, and candles. I’m sure you have a fuckton of those.”
“I do.”
“….I dont’ even want to fucking ask. So we have to write our names on paper, BLEED on them, and put a candle on top. Turn off all the lights, put the paper with our names in front of it at the door, and then at midnight, knock on the door…22 fucking times.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22-“ Magnus began in a singsong voice.
“Shut the FUCK up. I am NOT doing this with you if this is what you’re going to pull on me.” Leonard shot back. “Put the lit candles on top of the names, blow them out, open the door. That’s how the Boogieman gets into our house. Then we close it, relight, and it begins.”
“Spooky.” Magnus smiled.
“Dude, this sounds really fucked. We’re running through this apartment for three and a half hours running from a demon. Fuck that.”
“It’s 3:33. And, no. You said you’d do it, you’re gonna do it. It’ll be fun.”
“By fun, do you mean soul crushing and terrible? Because that’s what I think this will be. Not fucking fun. If our candle goes out because he’s near, we have to circle ourselves in salt and stay there for the rest of the night. Fuck.” Leonard sighed. “Also, if the room gets cold, or we hear whispers, or we SEE a black, shadowy figure, we need to bolt."
“You forgot the best part. If he catches you, you hallucinate.” Magnus smiled.
“…Do you fucking WANT to die?” Leonard glared. “Alright, a list of don’ts.”
“Don’t fall asleep, turn on lights, use a flashlight, use another person’s blood, use a lighter as a substitute. Do not provoke the Midnight Man.”
“Bet you feel like a real asshole for saying Boogieman, don’t you?” Magnus grinned.
“If you keep this shit up? You’re facing this asshole yourself.”
“Alright, alright. It’s 11:45, we should get this stuff ready.” Magnus urged, and ran to get the salt.
Leonard shook his head with annoyance and shut Magnus’ laptop. “He’s a fucking child. I’m living with a fucking child.” He muttered to himself as he walked out into the kitchen and saw Magnus gathering two rather large candles, candle holders, two huge things of salt, paper, pens and matches. And a knife.
“A typical assortment of items everyone needs for a Saturday night.” Leonard sighed as he approached, grabbing a pen and clicking it open, and scrawled his name.
“Leonard Illicious.”
“No middle name?” Magnus questioned as he wrote his own. “Magnus J. Drusidi.”
“You just initialized yours.” Leonard sneered.
“No, that’s it. It’s just J. My parents were weird. Do you have a middle name?”
“No, I don’t, asshole. Stop asking.”
“It’s not going to work if you don-“
“I don’t FUCKING HAVE ONE.” Leonard growled.
Magnus shrugged and grabbed the materials he needed, stuffing the pack of matches in his pocket and holding the candle and paper in one hand, with the salt under his arm.
“Let’s leave the salt here, so we know where to find it when your entire fucking world falls apart.” Leonard noted, grabbing his materials and heading towards the front door. “Get my watch, too. It’s on the counter.”
Magnus came over with watch in hand, tossing it to Leonard, who nearly let it fall and break after it hit his face. “Be more fucking careful! This watch wasn’t cheap.” Leonard said as he put it around his wrist.
“So, which one of us is going to knock?” Magnus asked.
“You do it. I’m not bringing this fucking thing in here.” Leonard said as he pulled the small knife from his backpocket and made the tiniest cut on his forearm, and let it drip onto the paper.
“Wuss.” Magnus muttered as he grabbed it, wiped it and cut his own forearm.
“Wuss for what? Not wanting to inflict harm on myself? Such a fucking wuss, I am. Goddamnit.” Leonard ranted before lighting his candle.
“It’s 11:58, Magnus. Light your candle and get knocking. We have to mark it right at 12 or this shit doesn’t work.”
Magnus quickly got up and waited until it was about 11:59 and began knocking.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
11:59:21
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
11:59:40.
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
Twenty One.
11:59:58
Twenty Two.
12:00:00
Magnus opened the door, carefully stepped back and looked at Leonard, who was leaning over his candle. They both looked into the small, flickering flame and blew it out at once. A small waft of smoke floated up into their faces.
Leonard looked up stood, and closed the door.
He was inside.
12:00 AM.
Magnus scrambled to relight his candle, and picked it up, tensely waiting for Leonard to relight his and get ready to play. Leonard relit his own, and looked at Magnus, admittedly a bit nervous. “So, he’s in here, right? This is…where it begins?”
“Yeah.” Magnus said, nervously.
It was quiet for a moment, before Leonard sighed. “I fucking regret ever letting you talk me into this.”
“I already kind of regret doing it, myself. We…we can’t quit, right?”
“No. You dumb fuck. We can’t fucking quit.” Leonard growled. “We have to walk around this fucking place until 3:33 AM avoiding him, because if we don’t, he’ll fucking…kill us, or something. That’s what this game is.”
“Don’t PROVOKE HIM!” Magnus cried nervously.
“Oh, what is he going to do? Kill me? He’ll fuckin’ do that anyway if I’m doing this with y-“ Leonard began to rant, until…
His candle went out.
One.
“FUCK!” Leonard cried as he pulled for a match.
Two.
“RELIGHT IT! RELIGHT YOUR CANDLE!” Magnus shouted as Leonard fumbled with it.
Three.
Leonard desperatly struggled to grasp for a match.
Four.
Five.
Six.
He grabbed one, and dragged against the book. No success.
Seven.
Eight.
Leonard dragged again, and lit the match.
Nine.
With shaky hands he ignited the candle, lighting his face once again.
Ten.
“FUCK.” Leonard said, his heart pounding, with anxiety and adrenaline.
“DON’T. PROVOKE. HIM!” Magnus shouted.
Leonard nodded with understanding and walked back to the living room. “We have to move, otherwise we’ll lose. He’ll get us if we just stand in one place. That’s what it said, I think.” Leonard said, as he inched around the walls.
“Right.” Magnus nodded as he moved along with him.
Hour One - 12:15 AM.
Leonard had been walking through the apartment for a bit, not seeing the Midnight Man once. From the silence, it sounded like Magnus hadn’t, either. Their decision to split up was something they both thought was best, considering it was harder for the Midnight Man, which they dubbed MM, to catch both of them if they scattered.
So far, nothing interesting had happened, save for his candle going out. But, granted, he probably fucking brought that on himself. From what they read, this was a pagan ritual. Which meant he was most likely better of not fucking with this.
It was going to be a long three hours. Long, terrifying, and hopeless.
Hour One - 12:30 AM.
Magnus and Leonard had bumped into each other a few times, and made sure they were both getting along alright. It seemed like they were, but there was an impending sense of dread that followed them both around. It felt like the moment before a jumpscare, but prolonged. And it sucked.
That’s when the room got cold. Very cold. The heating was on, but chills still ran down Magnus’ spine. This wasn’t good. Didn’t it say something about temperature drops?
“Also, if the room gets cold...we need to bolt.”
Oh, god, it did. Magnus’ head whipped to the door and he bolted, not caring if that’d attract more attention. He was already in MM’s sights.
Magnus peeked his head out to see a figure of blackness almost in his face. He screamed and jumped back into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
“Magnus?” Leonard called. “Magnus, are you okay?” He said, worried.
“He’s outside the door!” Magnus yelled, his hand, and flame, shaking. “What do I do?!”
“I don’t, I don’t know, Magnus! I can’t help you’re locked in a fucking ROOM!” Leonard yelled back.
Magnus whimpered and flinched, swinging the door open, to see that MM had vanished. He wasn’t to be seen. The man quickly got out of the room and rushed to meet Leonard, heart pounding.
“Oh my god, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through.”
“And we’re going to be doing it for three more fucking hours because of you.” Leonard snapped. He looked up and jumped back as the shadowy figure creeped up behind Magnus.
“RUN! BEHIND YOU!” Leonard yelled, causing Magnus to whirl. He let out another scream and rushed into the kitchen, to keep close to the salt.
They both had the same idea, but kept on opposite ends. A few moments passed, breaths heavy, until both candles went out. Breathing stopped.
One.
Leonard reached right for the matches. Magnus cried out.
Two.
Leonard got a match, and dragged it.
Three.
Magnus snapped back and scrambled for his matches.
Four.
Leonard held his, but rushed over to Magnus.
Five.
Leonard lit Magnus’ candle before his own. Leonard’s match died.
Six.
Leonard grabbed another match and dragged.
Seven.
Didn’t work. Again.
Eight.
A second failure.
Nine.
Third time’s the charm. He lit the candle, quickly.
Ten.
“MOTHER. FUCKER.” Leonard exclaimed, his heart pumping and hands shaking.
“Thank you so much, Leonard. Oh my god, I wouldn’t have been able to get this match lit. I’m too nervous.” Magnus shook his head.
“Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t. I never want to think about this night after it’s over. Look, is MM gone?” Leonard said, looking around.
“I don’t see him.” Magnus said, nodding.
“Good.” Leonard nodded. “We’re safe for, like, .3 seconds.”
Hour Two - 1:15 AM.
At this point, Magnus was desperate to know if there was a way to drop out of the game. He couldn’t look at his laptop, it would emit light and make things worse. They couldn’t call anyone, both of their cell phones and the buttons on the landline produced light.
There was literally no way out for them. That’s what scared them both the most. Leonard stalked around with a candle, kind of wondering why no one was calling 911 or trying to help. Maybe, for once, their noiseproofing worked. The one fucking night it didn’t need to.
Leonard turned into a room and saw the shadow figure, flinched and ran back. He thought he saw Magnus’ candle go out as he turned into another room, but it was luckily a trick of his eye. Leonard gestured urgently, and Magnus didn’t question it, he just followed Leonard into the living room. They’d both decided it was best to keep quiet, so as not to agitate MM. Was still really fucking hard.
“This is too much, Leonard. I’m so scared. This isn’t fun. Why did you let me do this?”
“I didn’t fucking LET you, you said you’d do this and I couldn’t stop you. We’re doing it now and we cant’ back out. Might as well try and make it through alive.”
Hour Two - 1:55 AM.
“Leonard, man, I’m serious. Lets play this game. It’ll be fun, like the shit we did in college.”
“You mean the shit YOU did in college that you dragged me into? Just like this? You never really fucking graduated anyway, you were a dropout. Just like I’m going to drop you out a window if you pull this shit on me.” Leonard growled in reply.
“Alright, but just remember that no matter if you want to play or not, unless you can get a place to stay at 11:30 at night, you’re playing. The Midnight Man has no rules.” Magnus smirked.
“Where the fuck did you even find this game?”
“Fiona and Kuro played it a few weeks ago. I was hanging out with her and she brought it up. They’re both still alive, right? And we will be too. Just do it, you big baby.”
“…If I die, I am dragging you the fuck down with me.” Leonard sighed, while simultaneously giving Magnus the finger.
“YES!” Magnus grinned. “Come ‘ere, read the rules.” Magnus grinned, scooting out from his messy desk to let Leonard look at his laptop.
“The Midnight Game.” Leonard began. “Sounds like so much fucking fun.” Leonard signed, to get a chuckle from Magnus.
“It’s a pagan ritual. That’s always a good fucking sign.” Leonard continued, sarcasm laced in his voice. “Used to make people obey the gods. A…VERY REAL CHANCE OF DEATH?” Leonard yelled, turning to Magnus “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“Kuro and Fiona got out okay!” Magnus assured.
“Kuro has years of combat training and Fiona is…well…Fiona! How the FUCK did you think this was a good idea?”
“Just keep reading. Come on.” Magnus urged.
Leonard scrolled down the page, merely an image in a separate tab, and began to summarize the instructions. “So, we need…a front door. Goddamn. We’re shit out of luck.” Leonard snarked. “Stuff to write our names…blood. Oh. Great. I have to fucking draw blood for this. Awesome. Matches, and a lighter. Oh, and candles. I’m sure you have a fuckton of those.”
“I do.”
“….I dont’ even want to fucking ask. So we have to write our names on paper, BLEED on them, and put a candle on top. Turn off all the lights, put the paper with our names in front of it at the door, and then at midnight, knock on the door…22 fucking times.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22-“ Magnus began in a singsong voice.
“Shut the FUCK up. I am NOT doing this with you if this is what you’re going to pull on me.” Leonard shot back. “Put the lit candles on top of the names, blow them out, open the door. That’s how the Boogieman gets into our house. Then we close it, relight, and it begins.”
“Spooky.” Magnus smiled.
“Dude, this sounds really fucked. We’re running through this apartment for three and a half hours running from a demon. Fuck that.”
“It’s 3:33. And, no. You said you’d do it, you’re gonna do it. It’ll be fun.”
“By fun, do you mean soul crushing and terrible? Because that’s what I think this will be. Not fucking fun. If our candle goes out because he’s near, we have to circle ourselves in salt and stay there for the rest of the night. Fuck.” Leonard sighed. “Also, if the room gets cold, or we hear whispers, or we SEE a black, shadowy figure, we need to bolt."
“You forgot the best part. If he catches you, you hallucinate.” Magnus smiled.
“…Do you fucking WANT to die?” Leonard glared. “Alright, a list of don’ts.”
“Don’t fall asleep, turn on lights, use a flashlight, use another person’s blood, use a lighter as a substitute. Do not provoke the Midnight Man.”
“Bet you feel like a real asshole for saying Boogieman, don’t you?” Magnus grinned.
“If you keep this shit up? You’re facing this asshole yourself.”
“Alright, alright. It’s 11:45, we should get this stuff ready.” Magnus urged, and ran to get the salt.
Leonard shook his head with annoyance and shut Magnus’ laptop. “He’s a fucking child. I’m living with a fucking child.” He muttered to himself as he walked out into the kitchen and saw Magnus gathering two rather large candles, candle holders, two huge things of salt, paper, pens and matches. And a knife.
“A typical assortment of items everyone needs for a Saturday night.” Leonard sighed as he approached, grabbing a pen and clicking it open, and scrawled his name.
“Leonard Illicious.”
“No middle name?” Magnus questioned as he wrote his own. “Magnus J. Drusidi.”
“You just initialized yours.” Leonard sneered.
“No, that’s it. It’s just J. My parents were weird. Do you have a middle name?”
“No, I don’t, asshole. Stop asking.”
“It’s not going to work if you don-“
“I don’t FUCKING HAVE ONE.” Leonard growled.
Magnus shrugged and grabbed the materials he needed, stuffing the pack of matches in his pocket and holding the candle and paper in one hand, with the salt under his arm.
“Let’s leave the salt here, so we know where to find it when your entire fucking world falls apart.” Leonard noted, grabbing his materials and heading towards the front door. “Get my watch, too. It’s on the counter.”
Magnus came over with watch in hand, tossing it to Leonard, who nearly let it fall and break after it hit his face. “Be more fucking careful! This watch wasn’t cheap.” Leonard said as he put it around his wrist.
“So, which one of us is going to knock?” Magnus asked.
“You do it. I’m not bringing this fucking thing in here.” Leonard said as he pulled the small knife from his backpocket and made the tiniest cut on his forearm, and let it drip onto the paper.
“Wuss.” Magnus muttered as he grabbed it, wiped it and cut his own forearm.
“Wuss for what? Not wanting to inflict harm on myself? Such a fucking wuss, I am. Goddamnit.” Leonard ranted before lighting his candle.
“It’s 11:58, Magnus. Light your candle and get knocking. We have to mark it right at 12 or this shit doesn’t work.”
Magnus quickly got up and waited until it was about 11:59 and began knocking.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
11:59:21
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
11:59:40.
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
Twenty One.
11:59:58
Twenty Two.
12:00:00
Magnus opened the door, carefully stepped back and looked at Leonard, who was leaning over his candle. They both looked into the small, flickering flame and blew it out at once. A small waft of smoke floated up into their faces.
Leonard looked up stood, and closed the door.
He was inside.
12:00 AM.
Magnus scrambled to relight his candle, and picked it up, tensely waiting for Leonard to relight his and get ready to play. Leonard relit his own, and looked at Magnus, admittedly a bit nervous. “So, he’s in here, right? This is…where it begins?”
“Yeah.” Magnus said, nervously.
It was quiet for a moment, before Leonard sighed. “I fucking regret ever letting you talk me into this.”
“I already kind of regret doing it, myself. We…we can’t quit, right?”
“No. You dumb fuck. We can’t fucking quit.” Leonard growled. “We have to walk around this fucking place until 3:33 AM avoiding him, because if we don’t, he’ll fucking…kill us, or something. That’s what this game is.”
“Don’t PROVOKE HIM!” Magnus cried nervously.
“Oh, what is he going to do? Kill me? He’ll fuckin’ do that anyway if I’m doing this with y-“ Leonard began to rant, until…
His candle went out.
One.
“FUCK!” Leonard cried as he pulled for a match.
Two.
“RELIGHT IT! RELIGHT YOUR CANDLE!” Magnus shouted as Leonard fumbled with it.
Three.
Leonard desperatly struggled to grasp for a match.
Four.
Five.
Six.
He grabbed one, and dragged against the book. No success.
Seven.
Eight.
Leonard dragged again, and lit the match.
Nine.
With shaky hands he ignited the candle, lighting his face once again.
Ten.
“FUCK.” Leonard said, his heart pounding, with anxiety and adrenaline.
“DON’T. PROVOKE. HIM!” Magnus shouted.
Leonard nodded with understanding and walked back to the living room. “We have to move, otherwise we’ll lose. He’ll get us if we just stand in one place. That’s what it said, I think.” Leonard said, as he inched around the walls.
“Right.” Magnus nodded as he moved along with him.
Hour One - 12:15 AM.
Leonard had been walking through the apartment for a bit, not seeing the Midnight Man once. From the silence, it sounded like Magnus hadn’t, either. Their decision to split up was something they both thought was best, considering it was harder for the Midnight Man, which they dubbed MM, to catch both of them if they scattered.
So far, nothing interesting had happened, save for his candle going out. But, granted, he probably fucking brought that on himself. From what they read, this was a pagan ritual. Which meant he was most likely better of not fucking with this.
It was going to be a long three hours. Long, terrifying, and hopeless.
Hour One - 12:30 AM.
Magnus and Leonard had bumped into each other a few times, and made sure they were both getting along alright. It seemed like they were, but there was an impending sense of dread that followed them both around. It felt like the moment before a jumpscare, but prolonged. And it sucked.
That’s when the room got cold. Very cold. The heating was on, but chills still ran down Magnus’ spine. This wasn’t good. Didn’t it say something about temperature drops?
“Also, if the room gets cold...we need to bolt.”
Oh, god, it did. Magnus’ head whipped to the door and he bolted, not caring if that’d attract more attention. He was already in MM’s sights.
Magnus peeked his head out to see a figure of blackness almost in his face. He screamed and jumped back into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
“Magnus?” Leonard called. “Magnus, are you okay?” He said, worried.
“He’s outside the door!” Magnus yelled, his hand, and flame, shaking. “What do I do?!”
“I don’t, I don’t know, Magnus! I can’t help you’re locked in a fucking ROOM!” Leonard yelled back.
Magnus whimpered and flinched, swinging the door open, to see that MM had vanished. He wasn’t to be seen. The man quickly got out of the room and rushed to meet Leonard, heart pounding.
“Oh my god, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through.”
“And we’re going to be doing it for three more fucking hours because of you.” Leonard snapped. He looked up and jumped back as the shadowy figure creeped up behind Magnus.
“RUN! BEHIND YOU!” Leonard yelled, causing Magnus to whirl. He let out another scream and rushed into the kitchen, to keep close to the salt.
They both had the same idea, but kept on opposite ends. A few moments passed, breaths heavy, until both candles went out. Breathing stopped.
One.
Leonard reached right for the matches. Magnus cried out.
Two.
Leonard got a match, and dragged it.
Three.
Magnus snapped back and scrambled for his matches.
Four.
Leonard held his, but rushed over to Magnus.
Five.
Leonard lit Magnus’ candle before his own. Leonard’s match died.
Six.
Leonard grabbed another match and dragged.
Seven.
Didn’t work. Again.
Eight.
A second failure.
Nine.
Third time’s the charm. He lit the candle, quickly.
Ten.
“MOTHER. FUCKER.” Leonard exclaimed, his heart pumping and hands shaking.
“Thank you so much, Leonard. Oh my god, I wouldn’t have been able to get this match lit. I’m too nervous.” Magnus shook his head.
“Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t. I never want to think about this night after it’s over. Look, is MM gone?” Leonard said, looking around.
“I don’t see him.” Magnus said, nodding.
“Good.” Leonard nodded. “We’re safe for, like, .3 seconds.”
Hour Two - 1:15 AM.
At this point, Magnus was desperate to know if there was a way to drop out of the game. He couldn’t look at his laptop, it would emit light and make things worse. They couldn’t call anyone, both of their cell phones and the buttons on the landline produced light.
There was literally no way out for them. That’s what scared them both the most. Leonard stalked around with a candle, kind of wondering why no one was calling 911 or trying to help. Maybe, for once, their noiseproofing worked. The one fucking night it didn’t need to.
Leonard turned into a room and saw the shadow figure, flinched and ran back. He thought he saw Magnus’ candle go out as he turned into another room, but it was luckily a trick of his eye. Leonard gestured urgently, and Magnus didn’t question it, he just followed Leonard into the living room. They’d both decided it was best to keep quiet, so as not to agitate MM. Was still really fucking hard.
“This is too much, Leonard. I’m so scared. This isn’t fun. Why did you let me do this?”
“I didn’t fucking LET you, you said you’d do this and I couldn’t stop you. We’re doing it now and we cant’ back out. Might as well try and make it through alive.”
Hour Two - 1:55 AM.