Caught up in strings InkxError

Chapter 10

I sat there for quite a while. Well, it was actually only about ten minutes, but I was still bored out of my mind, so it felt like an eternity. Fallacy came into my room with a checkboard. "Why did it take so long time before you came back?" I asked, trying to sound as rude as possible. "It took some time to find it in the cellar." he said. I didn't know why, but I kinda doubted his answer. I did not think to much about it thou, I just sat down on the bed and watched as Fallacy sat down on the opposite side of me. He placed the chessboard in between us, and we started playing. After about half an hour, I only had half of my chesspieces left while Fallacy had only lost Three. I felt really angry, not at him, but at me for challenging him. The chance of me beating him was small. Very small. 'Ok Encre, keep your cool. Just do your best, okay? You can do it!'I thought to myself. I sighed and tried to be as smart as possible. I moved one of my horses, knocking out one of Fallacy's pawns. He didn't hesitate moving his queen away from her start-place.

-time skip cause I'm lazy-

I did it! I beat him! "Look at that! I beat you!" I said, proud of myself. "Yes, it is time for me to show you your New room then." he said calmly. I did become less happy though. He didn't care that he lost at all. 'Well, at least I get a New room." I thought. I followed Fallacy out of the room, and for the first time, I discovered a new hallway. I looked around, wishing I could explore a little bit more. We walked for a little bit before he stopped. I kinda wondered why I didn't get surprised over the room. Furthermore, why didn't I expect a vampire having some kind of trick up he's sleeves?

My new room... was right next to Fallacy's room. I was quite annoyed. I walked into the room and closed the wooden door after me, not saying thank you to him. The room actually looked like my room, only more organized. It was a couple of canvases and a stack of paper lying in the corner of the room, and paintbrushes, paint tubes and other art materials was neatly placed in a tiny cupboard. Maybe he prepared it for me? I thought about it for a while, and slowly the pieces clicked together. He lost, wanting too lose! First, he was gone for a little while, preparing my room next too him. Then, he lost, having a reason to move me closer too him. He want's too keep an eye on me! I wanted to punch him. I was in the mood for beating someone until they blacked out. I faceplanted into one of the soft pillows on the bed. I really hated him.

(Sorry for not posting for that long. I have had an eventfull week going on, and I simply did'nt have time to write anything. I'm back now thou!)