First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1233146126/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1233904052/ Next: None yet :3 Tw/s: Mentions of d3ath and bl00d (Mild) Thumbnail by @SableSpider- Characters in chapter - Joel Jackson - He/They Jimmy Solidarity - He/Him Scott Goldsmith - He/Fae Lizzie Shadow - She/Her (Mentioned) Chapter 3 - Joel – He looked uh- Pretty mad… “What part of your idi0tic brain thought that it was a good idea to bring a human into the house?” His tone was quiet and menacing. “You are quite possibly the stvpidest person I have ever met in all my centuries of living!” And that was my cue to leave, I tried my best to make my footsteps as quiet as I possibly could. The well dressed, taller one, who I assumed was Apo, Martyn or Scott was still yelling at Jimmy. “AND VOIDING D!E!” My brain was filtering out the words he was saying because they sounded pretty rude. I would’ve made it out without either of them noticing if it wasn’t for the creaking door. The loud noise immediately caught Posh boy (As I had decided to call him)’s attention. I had decided to call him Posh Boy because he sounded and dressed very poshly. I could’ve called him Handsome, Scottish boy but Posh Boy was funnier to me. I swung the door open. And didn’t look back. No, it wasn’t the brave thing to do. Or the noble one either. But I’d never cared about that, and I wasn’t going to start now. In that moment all I cared about was making it out alive. Or with as little injuries as possible. Even though I knew I was going to die one day, I didn’t want today to be that day. And who was I kidding? Not many people wanted to die. I wasn’t one of them. This was making me wish I was better at running. And hiding. And coming up with plans. Come on, Joel. What’s a place that you can hide until you can think of a better plan? Because running isn’t sustainable. I was inwardly wishing Lizzie was here. She was so much better at this than me. Think Joel, Think. What would Lizzie do? I wracked my brain, trying to think of an answer that wasn’t stupid. What did Lizzie like? The colour pink, Cats, Cute things, Yelling at me, Libraries- The library! Lizzie had mentioned that maybe there were spells in this place. Or something like that. Listening had never been my strong suit. And she did honestly talk quite a lot. One problem. I had no clue where the library could be. There were two options for finding it. Option one was make an educated guess based off all the rooms I’d previously been in. Option two was continue running, opening random doors and hope for the best. Of course I went with option two. Because if there was one thing I was an expert at it was making bad decisions. After what seemed to be hundreds of doors, I found what I hoped was the library. If it wasn’t I was officially out of luck. And the people who made this place and some kind of twisted sense of humour. I was a bit out of breath due to all the ‘Running for my life’ stuff, you know? But I took a deep breath and ran towards the section helpfully labelled ‘Protection Spells.’ That was good. I didn’t want to seriously hurt posh boy. I just needed to make sure he couldn’t kill me or cause any permanent damage. If Lizzie was here, she would’ve known the right kind of spell to use. Instinctively. However, I knew nothing about spells and the best I could do was guess. I hadn’t even known that these things existed until about five minutes ago. I picked one out at random. ‘Blood binding’? Seemed simple enough for me to cast, despite the fact that I’d never cast a single spell in my life and dangerous enough to make Posh Boy back off. And then Posh Boy burst through the doors, making me wonder why I hadn’t barricaded them. Here went nothing…
