The Dining Room
The dining room is fancy and blue, that's for sure. Plants and small props litter the room, as well as an odd painting on the right wall.
Arsenic: She was sitting here alone, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich. Staring at the ceiling and its chandelier, breathing slowly...
...But it didn't take long for the silence to end.
Stranger: "Arsenic? Huh." Stranger spoke as he closed the door behind him, walking past the cabinets of plates and such.
"Been a while since I've talked to you, ah...sorry about that. Hard to have a calm day around here, you should know that by now."
Arsenic: "I do, don't really care. Perfectly fine sittin' here by myself."
A big crunch is heard as she bites into her sandwich. From the noise alone, one could tell that it was burnt beyond belief. Arsenic, however, savored the charred taste. It reminded her of her dad's cooking.
"Did you want to talk to me about something? Go off, then, if you want."
Stranger: "There's a lot to talk about, but...nothing too major. That Destroyer guy said some things about "Wren". Bout how she's watching us, something about about the afterlife..."
He grips his head, wincing with a growl.
"I-I dunno. My head's been hurting all day, since the motive started...that happening for you too?"
Arsenic: She shrugs, biting her meal again. "Nah. Maybe you're just old."
Stranger: "I'm not that old...I think...agh, I'm just gonna go make a salad. Care to talk later, when I'm not havin' a headache?"
Arsenic: "Sure, why not. Whenever you're around, Strange."
Stranger: With a nod, he swiftly headed to the kitchen door. The slam behind him was quiet...
Arsenic: ...And again, Arsenic, was alone. Or...
Was she?
Arsenic: Multiple sets of eyes, staring at her. Almost corporeal, but not really...full. How long had they been there? Her eyes burned at the sight of them, and yet she could not look away.
Their forms became clearer. She wiped her eyes, begging for the vision to fade. And yet, they did not.
Her family. Her mother, father, and little brother, all sitting around her. Their ghostly eyes pierced her soul, and she stuttered as she spoke.
"W...Why are you...here?"
???: "I dunno, sis! Why is mister scientist man still alive?" Brother said.
"Hush now, boy. We need to tell her what must be done." Father said.
"Daughter, listen to me. We're suffering." Mother said.
Arsenic: No. No no no no no no no.
They weren't real. She knew that, she wasn't an idiot. And yet...they looked real. They sounded real. They felt...so real.
"G...Go away. Please. I know you're not...you're not really-!"
???: "We need you to ruin his life. Kill his daughter while she's weak. Make him lose his family." Father said.
???: "That's right, love. Kill her. Kill her, so we can rest!" Mother said.
???: "Kill her, big sis! Kill her! Make him pay, and kill her!" Brother said.
Arsenic: Those little voices, crying out. The cacophony of memories, hitting her with each passing chant.
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Her little body froze, and a hiss escaped her as she watched their faces contort. With each passing second, the specters of her family warped into that of agony and pain. Their chants became cries like that of a nyric's shriek, and foggy hands reached out to her. Begging, pleading.
???: "Please, my baby, kill her! Kill her!" Mother said.
Arsenic: It was too much. With a raspy cry, she ran out of the room, clutching that half-eaten sandwich to her chest like her life depended on it.
Arsenic: ... ... ...
Stranger: Creaaak.
"...Arsenic?"
He scanned the room, seeing only a chair left untucked and a few crumbs.