_{I’m not dead, I swear.}

_Hello.

….

Joel, Jon, Phoenix and uhh.. I dunno, Meowingtons I guess??

glass-spider:

Danny was walking through the hallways after what he had labeled a ‘raid’ of some kind, which essentially meant he had gone and stolen food from wherever he could find it by breaking into apartments and taking it off the shelves. It was devious, underhanded, and very sneaky but his own supplies were running dangerously low and he wasn’t about to let himself starve to death. With as much as he could shove into his pockets, he hurried down the hallways to avoid being caught.

He froze outside one of the apartments after feeling something that could only be described as extremely bad vibes. His eyes turned to the door and his first instinct was to bolt like lightning. The only thing that made him change his mind was the fact that he heard a voice that he identified as sounding familiar, and in distress. He wasn’t exactly sure who it was, but he felt stupidly compelled to try to help. Tentatively he reached up and knocked on the door. “Hello?” he called. “Is something the matter?”

Sawyer’s whole body was cold although it was around eight degrees inside of his apartment; his blood ran through his veins like ice, and the hair on the back of his neck was raised when he heard the voice tell him to run. Instead of doing as the voice instructed, he started to cry, shaking violently with his head in his hands, knees trembling and threatening to give way any second.

The voice he heard call out sounded vaguely familiar, so he called back with a choked voice, “Hello! I’m in here!” 

Lights started to flicker inside of the room, meaning that the entity was preparing to attack once more, so he called out again, “Please make it stop! I don’t know what’s going on!”

(Source: iwant0believe)

ooc. guys i left an open para because i wanted someone to reply to it omg

I’ve been trapped in here for months. It feels like years. When can I leave? 

Sawyer couldn’t take it anymore, first it was talking to ghosts, then it was seeing things, then it was his suicide attempt. Everything was coming down on him like a thunderstorm, he was having panic attacks out of the blue for no reason and growing paranoid every single minute he was trapped in the damn Inn. He had turned into Chester; if socialization wasn’t needed, he wouldn’t make a sound. 

He had been seeing black shadows fading in and out of the walls, smiling at him and watching him intently but he never payed attention until now.

Sawyer was resting somewhat peacefully on the couch when someone slammed the front door which made him jump and fall off of the bed. “What the fuck!?” He yelled as the door continued to slam and Sawyer covered his ears with a hiss.

“Quit it!” He screamed as the door stopped slamming but now there was an eerie silence. And then a black figure stood behind him, with a deep growl.

“Run.”

phoenixsummers:

“I guess it does,” Phoenix smiled, noticing Sawyer struggled with the light. She got up, looking for the matches and began lighting the candles. Elijah didn’t mind her doing so, especially when she was in herself. When they were all lit, she popped herself back on the couch. She had noticed before hand that his eyes had wandered to her stomach, which wasn’t exactly flat, but it wasn’t completely noticable how much it had gotten slightly bigger. Just a tiny, small bump.

“If it’s a boy, we’re calling him Misha. Elijah likes the name and I think it’s nice,” she smiled, looking to her stomach. “No idea about a girl, but we’ll figure something out…”

There was silence for a bit before she began to talk again.

“I’m still the same old Phoenix y’know…”

Sawyer watched her light all the candles and then sit back down on the couch, his lips twisted in a little smile when she chimed off a name for the child if it was a boy, so he gave his two cents, “If it’s a girl, name her Moira. I’ll sing her to sleep or something, even though she’s not my kid.” He leaned his head on her shoulder and nodded gently, “I know you are, I just never expected you to have a kid. I’m not mad at you, I’m happy for you, firebird. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He chuckled and looked at her, smiling. “Tell me about Elijah.” 

(Source: iwant0believe)