You may be wondering, who am I and what do I do for a living?
Eh, we'll get to that in a moment. We'll also get to the present, when I'm deep underground in some... uh...
I honestly don't know where I am.
My name is [Player], and if anyone finds me or my dead body down here, I pray that it's not because you're in danger, too. Hopefully the place gets exorcised in time.
If not, then I'm screwed.
I work as a detective and a part-time babysitter for my six cousins. They're a real pain, but I still miss them. My dad worked as a journalist before he got put in some Mental Health Institute. Why? Because he was looking for a story and came across the Berkley Hotel. The place had been abandoned and news reports about it back in the day had been riddled with disappearances and mysteries. Dad survived, but the three others he brought with him didn't. No one knows how he managed to get out, not even me.
So I did what any stupid detective could do and went in to investigate myself. Even after being warned against it.
This is a log I decided to write on my way through the Hotel. Even though I'm far away from that thing, I know it's not safe. I know I'm not done.
There's still more.
I hope someone finds this. If you do, bring it back to the public. Read it out, warn everybody.
Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry.
YOU ARE READING
+ • DOORS • + The Series
FanfictionWhat is this you ask? Well, this is a short series on the Doors game (made by LSplash) in which we take a better look into the lives of the monsters inside. This turned out more to be an AU than I thought I guess. Please be aware that this was writ...
