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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨
𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎
❐ n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details-raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leanin...
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ＬＩＴＴＬΞ░ＬＩΛＲ （翁テモ）
ＶＩＯＬＥＴ＇Ｓ ＨＯＵＳＥ
[y/n] stayed in the house in hopes of finding something, and that something is some sort of clue (is what he would say), he hasn't found anything yet, he did take the favor of cleaning the house, he looked in the bathroom; nothing, the kitchen and dining room; nothing, the living room; nothing, the only place that he had not checked was the brunette's bedroom, and that's where [y/n] is currently standing in front of
as [y/n] blankly stared at the auburn-colored door 'it's just a bedroom, just another room! nothing special, so why the fuck are you hesitant to open it' the [h/c] haired male narrowed his eyes as he slowly grabbed the doorknob, he swung the door open making him surprised at his own strength as the door slammed itself to the wall making a huge bang
'ah, it's still there, huh?' he thought as he gawked on his own hand, his thoughts were interrupted by...well his own thoughts 'oh right! missing Violet' he snapped his gaze back at the room, the room was surprisingly normal, no broken glass, no flipped furniture, no messes! he narrowed his eyes as he stepped into the room with caution, it's quite suspicious that half of the house is destroyed
[y/n]'s grey colored eyes darted towards the closet, the most suspicious things are always expected and stored in there
he went towards the tall closed cabinet with wary, he gripped both the handles and halted 'ok this is just dramatic' he rolled his eyes as he proceeded to open the cabinet's doors, inside was your normal looking closet, he knitted his brows together as he sighed in relief, he expected a jumpscare of some sort just like from the horror / thriller movies
he looked back at the closet, everything was normal...apart from the mirror that was oddly placed in front of the clothes "the hell?" he observed the item, it was oddly positioned too, it was positioned to 70 degrees to which it reflects the floor, he chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the mirror in confusion, he looked back at the floor (in the mirror) 'it wouldn't be positioned that specifically for no reason...or I might be over-analyzing '
he shrugged as he approached the carpet that the mirror pointed at, he deadpanned at the carpet as there was a specific square shape that lingered on it, he looked up to see a piece of paper that was taped on the ceiling light, he grimaced at the light 'jeez you could have placed it on a chair or something ' he peered at the paper that was taped on it
