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@kim ∶ mingyu [h] *once you willed yourself to wake up, though the dream or more likely nightmare continued, the signal reached high above the haunted mansion. There on the rooftop of the mansion was a wooden chair and sleek wooden table. Simple yet dark brown texture and color. In the seat, a tall man with platinum blonde hair and an appearance of a 19 year old was sitting in the chair. He was swirling in his hand a wine glass full of coke. The signal for you to escape the room though had made his eyes glance back to the camera like object.* already? I see…to think it was discovered before anything could truly frighten him… *his deep voice held back disappointment.*

*meanwhile*

*before splatting into the cake, filling your insides with cream, once you thought of a key to escape, a doorknob flashed brightly against the sawdust covered table, leading as an entrance towards the shelves of rooms. Each shelf would be a new room with stairs blocked off temporarily, leading to the next and the next until you would get to the roof of the shelf.*

*before you could continue, though, the candles on the cake slowly started to meld together into a stick figure without no head. It was chasing after you as you now had a time limit before reaching the doorknob. Then a deep voice emitted through the cake even as you’re being chased by the candle monster. The voice in the cake was V.* congratulations human, you have successfully passed this trial room. Seeing as how you did so without experiencing even half of what this room has to offer, you have two choices: you can stay in this room until you deem fit to truly wake up and I will you out. Or I shall you out now. Choose quickly.

@Lord V mingyu’s expression twisted hideously at the cloying taste of buttercream frosting in his mouth. while he is usually neutral towards sweet desserts, this is enough to make him swear off sugar for a long while. the insistent cheers from his past began to feel like mockery. eerily, his parents’ eyes remained fixated on the spaces above each empty chairs. one, two, three, four, and five. his stepfather, stepsister, stepbrother, and stepmother. he stood up to leave the dining table, finding it pointless to intrude into the lives of the families he is no longer a part of.

he was shocked to find his feet hanging off the air. the table edge was now tall enough to poke his shoulder. has he regressed? or grown shorter? fear began to course through his veins as his chair ed backwards along the growing table, mirroring the feeling of being strapped onto a moving railway track. he whipped his head around to find that the previously small enclosed area had turned into a long, long hallway, as if someone has copied and pasted the same room over and over again in an alarming speed.

it took a while for mingyu to snap out of his paralyzing terror. he scrambled on top of the table, only to be smacked in the face by a birthday cake thrice his size. not only there are frosting in his mouth, but also his hair, his armpits, and his legs. he thought sullenly, ‘this can’t be real. if this is a nightmare…’ closing his eyes, he willed himself to wake up. or think of something so jarring that it pops him out of this dream. much to his despair, he remained where he was. ignoring the sticky sweet feeling all over his body, he contemplated on this place being a separate dimension that he could not easily teleport out of. an escape room, probably? the table has miraculously stopped moving earlier. perhaps, it might be because he ‘passed’ a stage. if this is the case, he might need to find an item, a key for the escape route.

glowering at the towering cake leading up to the shelf, he trudged unwillingly upwards.

@kim ∶ mingyu *as soon as you remembered the next scene of a cheerful birthday cake filled memory and you felt the distance of the large table in the lonely meal sitting place, suddenly the taste of birthday cake lingered on your tongue. The chairs grew longer and longer and the table as well. Or did you shrink? Either way, as you walked, no matter how much you walked you couldn’t run from the now ominously repeating cheer and dining table. Next to the dining place was a shelf. Now you gained the ability to climb though the birthday cake was tasting more and more sickeningly sweet in your mouth.*

*It’s almost as if this specific room itself was alive, feeding off your fears. Right now it seemed harmless…but do you truly wish to continue? If yes, you may continue onwards to see what each shelf you climb has in store for you. If no, what do you do to escape a nightmare?*

@Lord V it was a whiplash to feel the haunting chill the mansion exuded turn warm. mingyu briefly remembered standing, but now he sits in front of some sigeumchi-namul and kimchi stew on the table with steel chopsticks poised above his bowl of white rice. the curl on his parents' lips somehow felt jarring under the dim yellow lighting, another anomaly that took a while to register in mingyu's mind.

he vaguely remembered a distant, far more cheerful memory featuring the dining area in a different light. "happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday, dear mingyu. hap-" the long-forgotten scene evaporated before the song could finish, leaving a larger table with five additional empty chairs and dishes. previously, mingyu was within reach if his father or mother wanted to supplement his meal with more food. but it couldn't be said the same for now, as they couldn't close the distance even if they were to stand up and lean over.

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@kim ∶ mingyu [this is a really great synopsis, thank you]

*the cold and dark creaky establishment greets you. A strong wind had blown from outside until a sickening smack. The door had closed shut, leaving no light, not even from the moon, to peek theough. There is no turning back. Now the only direction through this specific place was forward. Except in this mansion, space filled it in every direction. Which was up? Which was down? It was unsettlingly unclear to the trialing participants.*

*Then out of nowhere, a flicker of light glowed against the dark walls. You were sitting at the usual spot as your mom and dad smiled seemingly happy. You were speaking and laughing as well. Yet there was something eerily unsettling by your parents’ smiles.*

[acknowledged, will reply soon after my time in chat tonight ]

when mingyu saw that there was nothing but light at the end of the void tunnel, he knew that there was only one way forward. he arrived at a towering mansion with hesitant footsteps. it has seemingly been abandoned by its previous occupants for a long time, enough for dry leaves to accumulate at its otherwise barren courtyard. strangely enough, the old lamp posts by the gate flickered in greeting, as if waiting for its long-lost owner to return. the noisy creaking of the gate gave mingyu the shivers when he pushed it open with his left leg, unwilling to touch the rust with his bare skin. as soon as he walked into the mansion, his vision blurred.

[mingyu's greatest fear is not finding a place where he belongs or someone to love him//extreme rejection//being hurt with extremely sharp words. a child of divorce, he was passed around his parents house like unwanted luggage as they build their own family without him. this led him to cling to the slightest bit of affection shown to him, and it burnt him hard. he is insecure that he is not good enough to be loved and too much for others to handle. this bled into all his relationships and friendships, poisoning both parties and resulting their company to be short-lived. he has long convinced himself that family is chosen, not people who he shares blood ties with. but i wonder, is he lying to himself?]

*taehyung hums sipping his drink until a notification pops on the tablet next to the table. He listens to the song and reads the post his hoseok had recorded in the confession room and purses his lips. There is truth to the words. He has been a quite horrible boyfriend. And yet…he never promised happiness.

As the originally supposed to be main ruler of this world, unfortunately, there was still a gap in his memory after he had chained his hoseok up in his apartment. After that event, something or someone was obstructing his knowledge of the future. In the beginning, he thought he’d recall it with effort but he found he couldn’t. And so he had assumed the worst; that his hoseok was ignoring him. Especially after not being able to see him here in the Halloween event only solidified this.* I am death, not paradise- though why does that fact continue to be ignored?

… *he stayed silent before looking at the ring he had found on his hand he could not take off. This other Taehyung had everything. A love that loved him back despite the heinous crimes he did for the other even to him, Taehyung. Stealing /his/ life, /his/ world. /his/ hoseok’s body.*

I miss you so dearly…you do not understand how deeply I miss you. Like a fool, I have started looking for comfort from another version of you because of how foolishly I miss you. Yes, he helps. Those growing feelings for second hoseok help calm the pain. But why…why does this world continue to be at ends with my own desire for happiness…

*continues to sip his coke as he swirls it all dancing in his wine glass for fun.* this is such an uneventful event. And I thought my first would be much more hectic than this…

@jung ∴ hoseok *lord V instead of the despairing V has acknowledged you. And the darkness was colder than before around you as it swarmed up and stung like freezing ice to your frame.*

*after your words, the haunted mansion’s dim lighting slowly casted upon a stage. You were there in the middle of your dance group as the audience cheered and made you dance. Sweat poured off you as you danced only to injure yourself. A scene from the past during a time when you did not have a boyfriend yet and was sad. Except more devoid of bright color and light.*

*after growing darker and shaping his lollipop in eager revenge after the box trial rather than monitoring the place from above the mansion, V waited for the entity to appear so he could kill him. But It was quiet for very long that when there was activity, V had sank into himself in despair as Lord V himself turned to monitor, staring in confusion at the new movement. The human? The human hoseok? What is he doing here? He and Taehyung were under the impression, Hoseok the human would not join. Well, no matter. Lord V will do the despairing V’s job.*

*The moment Hobi opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. He was tired, and cold, which wasn't right because he remembered falling asleep next to Taehyung. He looked around concerned, tempted to call to see if anyone else was here, but before he could do that, something pushed him forward. He slowly started to walk to the mansion. Every step was heavier, and poor Hobi was trying to breathe in and out. This exactly like in the horror movies! And that's precisely why he prefers to stay away from them. Even the worst Taehyung's anime was better than this. Ohh, he dislikes it! So much! Yet he walked into the mansion, rubbing his arms to warm himself up.* Describe myself? Life story? *He repeats the instructions slowly.* Uhm, I am Jung Hoseok, people call me Hobi, student, with nothing really spectacular to talk about it. Pretty good, and normal life, loving family, great boyfriend, nice dancing group? Uhm? I am a rather ordinary guy, you see?

*eventually, he enters the room and smirks at the mansion.* I see…so that is my duty here. I wonder when the others shall answer this place. I am curious what they will find here

[since V got his room, he can’t really trial himself so just created a starter for those who got V’s room
He’s waiting lol ]