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Willow Hill Round 4 Part 3Willow Hill Asylum - Round 4
A Monster's Fangs
Part 3: When a Heart is Broken
Roy burst out of the kitchen and staggered into the dinning hall, nearly tripping over his own feet.
I'm dead and in Hell!
The mix of blazing heat and rising wind dogged him from behind as he raced for the sweet promise of escape held by the steel double doors at the other end of the room.
It's the only way I can explain this!
"Wait, Roy!" The sudden jolt of Matilda pulling Roy to a halt nearly dislocated his right arm. "You can't run away! What about the Puppet?"
"Hang the Puppet, hang Doctor Greta and hang this whole damn asylum!" Roy snapped, grabbing Matilda by the wrist and dragging her to the doors. "If someone expects me to fight a creature that guys with spears and metal tuxedos couldn't kill God knows how long ago, then they're very sadly mistaken!"
Perhaps if he had been properly armed and Baiulus could have been caught unaware, maybe he could have
Willow Hill Round 4 part 2Willow Hill Asylum - Round 4
A Monster's Fangs
Part 2: All Laid Bare
"How is the kitchen?" a voice asked. Its pitch and range reminded Roy of a flute.
"Cleaned up." The smell of ash, smoke, and old leather accompanied a voice that brought images of bassoons to mind. "The meat is all inedible but the vegetables are fresh. We'll be able to manage something on our own."
"I'll make something!" the feminine voice offered quickly. "You sit and rest, you've done enough." Dissipating footsteps informed Roy of the first voice's departure. The sound of wood scraping against stone followed and the owner of the second voice sighed as he sat down.
"Well, young man," the voice said, "I hope you wake up soon. I have some questions for you, especially in regards to what I found in the kitchen." Roy's stomach fluttered with his nervousness when a strange snuffling sound filled the air. "No one's been in here in quite a while. Odd. Even the staff have to eat." The voice then chuckle
Willow Hill Round 4 Part 1Willow Hill Asylum - Round Four
A Monster's Fangs
Part One: Dinner with Mr. K
Being a hermit for the better part of a millennium, Baiulus had gotten used to having only his own voice to listen to. Even after arriving in Willow Hill, he had never quite escaped the feeling of being little more than a stranger trapped in a strange place.
This all changed the more he told Alice of everything that had happened to him over the last few days. Or was it weeks? Hours? Baiulus wasn't quite certain; time had run together into an incoherent mess since he'd arrived at the asylum. However, it was reassuring to have someone beside him, asking him questions, making sure he didn't do anything particularly rash -- after all, it was a single rash decision that got him into this mess to begin with -- and generally listen to an old fool like himself ramble on.
"Sylvannic?" Alice asked, peering carefully at the gently glowing runes on the metal ring around his neck.
"it's the language o
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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