🎭 Bound To The Seventh Room

1#🎭 The Seventh Room

The bell rang, Most of the students have already left.. Some could be in their clubs, the student council and then theres..

" Me..? " The boy jolted up as soon as he heard his name be called, His teacher who didn't look surprised from his sudden awakening, furrowed her eyes, In a monotone voice she says " Yes, You have to clean the art room, Hotoke it's your turn. " Hotoke, The "social outcast" raises an eyebrow seemingly confused, He already cleaned the room two days earlier and he's being asked again? " But.. I already did it two days ago.. I think it should be Hyuga by now.."
He looks around to the person who's supposed to clean as they turn their head back, pretending he's not looking at them. The teacher approaches Hotoke, with an annoyed face. " No, It's yours see.? " The teacher pulls out the list of students who cleaned the art room in the past week, In what used to be Hotokes name written was, The boy Hyugas instead. " H-huh? But.. I wrote.. my name..- " Before Hotoke could say anything else the bell rang, All the students started packing up, Hotoke just stared at the teacher and the list again and again. He thought to himself Damn.. Someone set me up. He looked back at the teacher and she pointed to the door. " Clean, Now or suspension. " The teacher said threateningly, Hotoke knew she wouldn't do it, because well it was a dumb reason. So he just sighs and walks out the door.

And well.. That's why I'm here, again. In this creepy, creepy art room..

" Aughh.. What a pain.. If I only were more popular or even liked.. I wouldn't be here.. Damnit.. " Hotoke groaned as he mopped the dusty floor. The art room was dark only one working light and canvases on the floor. It wasn't abandoned or anything, People just said it was haunted, How ofcourse.. A creepy dark room is instantly haunted. As Hotoke kept cleaning he couldn't help but noticed a box at the back of the room that wasn't there before. Hotoke stares at for a bit and tries to ignore it but.. it could be something interesting.. he thinks, Fighting his curiousity he turns his sight away from it. In his eyes the box was glowing, or he's just bored. Whatever the reason was he was just trying to finish the job that he didn't want.

" One look wouldn't hurt.. right..? "

Hotoke approached the box cautiously because all he could know it could be something like gross art on canvases or something.. But as they say curiousity kills the cat. Hotoke opens the box to see... Human hands.

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AUUGGHHHHHHHH- wait a minute. Those are just.. clay figures..-? " They were just models the students used for references. Hotoke gets a bit embarrassed because he just screamed like a little girl because of clay figures, And almost broke really good scupltures. One of the figures were on the floor, Not broken just on the floor from Hotoke accidentally dropping it. He kneels down to pick it up, He could see each individual detail of it and can't deny it didn't look good. " These look really..creepy..but why are they here.. These should be in the storage closet.. right-? " Hotoke turns his head to look at the dreaded art closet, Many people said they heard whispering and scratching from the closet, One of the teachers apparently heard whispering and quit the very next day.. Hotoke gulps as he carried the box and walked towards the closet, He could feel as if the air near the closet was colder.

As Hotoke opened the closet, He couldn't help but notice it was dirty and dark. Hotoke enters the closet and places the box of clay figures on one of the shelves. " And.. There-! Damn.. That was really heavy.. " Hotoke says as he looks around the tight closet, It had a lot of unopened art supplies from acrylic paint, Oil pastels even easels (If you don't know what these are, They are the canvas holders) Hotoke couldn't help but think, Why is there so much unopened new stuff here and their using the old and broken ones.. Hotoke shrugs it off by just saying Eh.. the school's probably just being cheap, As he walks over to the door he realizes it's locked from the outside. " Wha-?! You've gotta be kidding! " The closet was dark, So dark you couldn't see anything. Hotoke starts trying to open the door by pulling on the doorknob hard, He realizes that hes really trapped.. He starts to think about how to leave.. " Breaking the door? Nah.. I can't if I even want to.. Call out for someone..? Hell no.. no one's here.. call.. Aha! Call! I have my pho- " Hotoke starts feeling around on his pockets for his phone, It wasn't there.

" I left it outside-?!! Why is my luck so bad-?! " Hotoke thinks to himself, He slowly starts panicking as he doesn't have a way to contact anyone besides screaming his lungs out. " This is because of that guy! If he didn't rewrite his name, I wouldn't be here right now-! " Hotoke seems much more pissed just based on his voice, He facepalms himself in a disappointed voice he thinks out loud " How I wish I could just be known here.. "

Ding ! Ding !

" A wish.. ?" All of a sudden a second voice can be heard, Not from outside, from inside the closet. Hotoke knows for a fact no one's was in that closet before him, So.. who was this mystery person..?! Hotoke slowly turning his head around sees a pair of bright gold eyes staring at him. Hotoke starts pushing the door really hard as he's screaming for help " AGH- WHAT THE F**K-?!! " After what felt like an eternity the door fumbles open, Hotoke falls on the ground face flat. The sound of footsteps are heard from behind him " Uhm .. Are you okay? " Hotoke turns around to see a see-through boy with short lavender hair staring right at him.
Hotoke backs away as he picks up a small easel beside him looking like he's gonna try to hit the mysterious individual, " You-?! What the hell are you-?! " Hotoke asks, His breath heavy nervously staring at the boy, The boy smiles at him and offers his hand. " Names, Akumu! The seventh soul! And you are..? " Akumu asks curiously, tilting his head grinning. Hotoke tries to hit him but the easel goes straight through him. " What the?! I can't hit you..?! " Akumu stared at Hotoke grinning " Course ya can't! Im dead silly-! " Akumu says mischievously, Hotoke stares at him breathing profusely like he just came back to life. " How?! Why me?! Why can I see you-?!! " Hotoke says swinging his easel around still, Akumu grabs it from his hands and throws it. Akumu looks at
Hotoke pouting.

" To be honest, Number one watching you struggling opening a door was kinda sad.. And number two you said.. You wished. " Hotoke raises an eyebrow in confusion as he calms down. " I.. Did, So..? " Akumu laughs at him,then he starts floating in the air, " What a silly human you are! Well.. I kinda didn't do a good introduction didn't I? " Akumu stops floating and smiles at Hotoke, " Ehe! My names Akumu! I am the seventh soul, Or in other words.. I basically haunt this school, Being the seventh also means that I Akumu! Can do more stuff than other souls!! Besides flying.. " Akumu says brightly as if he hasn't talked with someone in years. Hotoke still confused asked again. " Uh.. The wish part.? "

" Oh.. Right whoops! I can basically grant anyone a wish or something.. Ahaha.. sorry .! " Akumu says in a carefree tone of voice, Almost child like. Hotoke stands up and looks at him, Hotoke is taller by a bunch, Hotoke crosses his hands as he stares at Akumu. " Wish you say..? What's the catch, Casper the friendly ghost? " Akumu sighs " Well dang, First of all the catch is well.. you can't wish for death of others, bringing people to life and infinite money. Second of all, MY NAMES AKUMU NOT CASPER YOU NEANDERTHAL ! " Akumu yells, Hotoke is honestly surprised by that in a softer nicer voice than before he says

" Okay, Okay.. Sorry.. So I get one wish.. And- Oh right.. I haven't introduced myself eithe.. My names Kaido Hotoke. " Akumu pouts annoyed at him, " Alright whatever.. Kaido. Now, whatcha gonna wish for??" Akumu says curiously, Hotoke stares at him and thinks for a while, Akumu floats around him poking his face. " I got it! I wanna be seen! " eh.. what..? Akumu asks, He genuinely does not know what he means by that. " I want to be popular is what I mean! " After what seemed like forever of akward staring, Akumu says. " Can't. "
Akumu shrugs his shoulders as the distraught Hotoke stares at him, Hotokes eyes twitches in annoyance. " What ya mean Can't. " Akumu now looking at him grins creepily now revealing sharp pointy teeth, And Akumus eyes turn pitch black like the endless pits of a void.

You gotta do something first.