Music started playing. An old fashion record player started up, its projecting tube spamming the dining hall with a string quartet of classical music. It was rather pretty, but eerily familiar.
“I’ve been playing too many horror games,” Mark winced.
He made his way to the record player to see what might have made it start. There were no signs of life. There was no possible way something could have snuck past him in the time it took to set the record and turn it on.
With a gentle hand, he lifted the needle off of the record to look more closely at it. He picked it off of the record player, curious about its existence. After all, if this place were a game he would not be able to touch anything that was irrelevant. But in this case, how could he know if it was irrelevant at all?
“Dumb game,” he tossed the record like a Frisbee to land on the table.
The music started again, but this time it was a completely different song. He flinched, turning to see the record player again. It had a new record on it, this time playing something composed by Bach. It had a much more upbeat tune though, so he decided to leave it alone.
“I’m not going to take a way a good thing,” he shrugged.
He took a deep breath, a touch frustrated with himself. Being in this spooky place, he did not feel quite himself. He was not in his professional gamer mode – he was in real life mode.
“I really should be questioning that,” he turned around to look at the record player, only to be confronted by a towering ghost.
She screeched, a powerful bleet that terrified him. He screamed back at her, as he fled through the dining room to the opposite door. He closed it behind him and proceeded through what appeared to be a dark unattended tunnel to another part of the mansion.
“This wasn’t part of the game!” he exclaimed, a bit outraged.
His head started spinning again, after having been confronted with the frightening ghost. It was that same whirring feeling, but this time he was a bit more used to it. He was stronger than a programmed videogame character, and he could power through it. Though he did not want to just power through it, and decided it would be smart to take another vial.
“Sanity’s sake!” Mark kept running, but he started searching the darkness for anything useful, “I’m gonna run outta these vials! And then I’m shit out of luck!”
“Maaark?” a voice called out from the distance.
It was in the direction he was running, so he kept running. The familiarity of the voice was warm and inviting. He felt a smile cut through the tears that were building up in his eyes.
“Yamimash?” he called, “Is that you?”
He kept running, eager to find his young friend. He ran into Sean before, surely the characters brought more youtubers into this hell hole to help him. That was their plan anyways, to bring the youtubers into the fight.
“Yamimash! I’m coming!” he called to the darkness.
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