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"an architect in a house they did not design"

Summary:

"When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth."- ANATOMY, a game by Kitty Horrorshow.

Legundo was expecting to feel anger in the air of his next reality, he knew he was going to be punished for his death. For his failure. What he was not expecting was to wake up on the floor in the lobby of a hotel.

(Title from this art by fluffy-papaya on tumblr!)

Notes:

I have Black Sheep, Come Home marked as inspiration because one its really good and two I think its the only 100 Days Multiverse fic thats based upon the concept of Being Horror. This fic itself is more actually inspired by the game Control from the Alan Wake series, and some other things that will become more clear as time goes on :D !!

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Chapter 1: New Game (?)

Summary:

Legundo's wakes up in the hotel! Nothing can go wrong, I'm sure :]

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His eyes strained to open as woke up in a new world. Legundo was expecting to feel anger in the air of his next reality, after all he knew he was going to be punished for his death. For his failure. What he was not expecting was to wake up on the floor in the lobby of a hotel.

“Okaaay, now that can’t be right… Ohh this is beyond odd.” He muttered.

 

He pushed himself up off the red and white carpeted floor and looked around, aghast that he wasn't... Wasn't what?- Wasn't somewhere that looked more.. hellish? True, it was a bit dark, but he was thinking he was going to be sent to somewhere more akin to the nether.

His eyes fell on the walls made of dark oak wood, and traced over to the red armchairs with torn seams. Some of the armchairs had tables sandwiched between them with empty, overturned glasses that presumably had drinks in them at some point. A couple lamps mounted on the walls near one of those tables were on, but those were the only sources of light, even though there were lights hanging from the ceiling. 

Maybe those lights were just off? He made a mental note to look for light switches or levers.

As he looked around, he saw what looked like a sign-in desk, with a cash register behind it, but no cashier or welcome crew. This place was beyond devoid of life, it felt forgotten.

 

Legundo sighed and re-adjusted his glasses, still in shock that he was in a place like this. He couldn't really let himself relax of course, these things are never as simple as they seem, but it was still.. nice?

It was nice, just really lonely. He was used to being alone, sure, but this felt different. Looking down the three dark hallways that stretched past the foyer, all the rooms beyond that, and the elevator to his right...

This was a place meant to be inhabited. Maybe only for a couple weeks, sure, but this was a place that was supposed to always be busy. And yet here he was, with no sound in this place other than the quiet hum of electricity given off by the lamps, his footsteps, his heartbeat, that nervous thrum of blood running through his veins, and his own breath.

 

It kind of made him uneasy, that a place meant to be full of people felt so unbearably empty. He wondered how long this place had been left alone for, if it mourned being abandoned. 

 

He decided to walk over to the sign-in desk, crouching down to check the drawers to see if they had anything, but found nothing more than some cobwebs. Deciding the foyer and this desk was a bust, he reasoned that exploring this strange place a little more could be beneficial, so he dusted himself off and stood up. 

Legundo searched the walls to see if he could find any way to turn the main light or hallway lights on, but there didn’t seem to be any. Maybe he has to turn on a generator, or something? But then why are wall mounted  lamps on? Hm. Maybe he shouldn’t continue that line of thought.

Even with the lights off he should still probably check what was down the hallways, though. Steadying himself, he mentally did some eenie-meenie-miny-moe to pick which hallway to go down.

 

“Come on Legs, it's just a dark spooky hallway with little to no light illuminating it,” He said out loud to himself, while shaking out his nerves with his hands, “not freaky at all.”

 

He took a deep breath and walked towards the hallway to his right. He stopped for a little bit after a few seconds past where the light reached so his eyes could adjust to the dark. Or well, that's what he told himself at least. After shaking out a bit more of his nerves, he continued down the hallway, and saw that it forked, but there was a faint white-ish light near the end of one side.

 

Very grateful to see light in this dark hallway, he hurried over to it, and started noticing reflections of water on the hallway walls. Looking past the rusty frame of a rusty glass and metal door, he saw a pool. 

The pool itself, and its adjacent hot tub, had white lights built into them, presumably lighting them up for.. For the night. He could see stars.

There was a large glass window, and outside it he could see the night sky, and a completely empty parking lot, trees that had been planted to make the hotel look welcoming that looked to be decaying, almost dead flower boxes, and street lamps that looked to be turned off. 

 

Grateful to have a way outside, he pulled his fist back and punched the glass and- Owch?! He quickly pulled his hand back, glancing to his hand and the window he was now looking at incredulously. The glass didn’t break. There wasn’t even a crack in it. But he had about the same pain you’d get from shattering a glass bottle in your bare hands.

 

“What the..” he shook his hand a little, and then inhaled sharply.

 

Yeah, that pains gonna last a good while. He looked back out the window and- Hold on a second. He swears he recognizes.. Recognizes what? There's nothing out there but an empty parking lot.

He can’t shake the familiarity of it though, even if he can’t place it. Its just an empty parking lot. Thats all it is, he thinks.

He takes a deep breath. This should not be making him as unsettled as he feels. His right hand still stings with pins and needles. He decides to leave the pool room, he didn’t really want to go swimming right now anyways.

Notes:

Hoo boy, I hope this turned out okay? I have never written ANYTHING remotely horror like this at all before ever so um. Hope yall like it? The horror hasn't really happened just yet, so I hope you guys like the onset of unease for now, however you should heed the chapter tags for later on. It will probably get worse as things progress :]

Don't worry about how short this fic is, that will change with time, trust.
There will be more chapters I promise I just needed to get at least one chapter posted.

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Album I was listening to when I uploaded this chapter: Blackmagik Blazing by Camellia

Chapter 2: Ascent and Descent

Summary:

Things that should have stayed the same have not done so, and Legundo learns about gravity.... Kinda.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

On his way back to the lobby from the pool, he saw some signs pointing to a laundry room. He chose to follow them, reasoning that maybe he could find some armor or other hidden items there. He still hated how dark the hallways were, but at least his eyes have adjusted by now. 

He turned left into the room indicated by the sign hanging on the wall, and saw a dusty laundromat, full of the worst kind of coin washing machines and dryers. You know, the kind that don’t work half the time and should have been replaced twenty-nine years ago? Yeah, those ones.

All that's really in the laundry room are some old plastic laundry baskets and empty laundry detergent bottles. Disappointing. I guess it makes sense though , he thinks as he walks back to the foyer, this place is pretty abandoned .

When he arrives at the foyer, he has to do a double take. 

 

“Wasn’t there an elevator before?” He says, looking at a door with a sign typically reserved for a stairwell above it, where the elevator was earlier.

 

Sure enough, when he pushes open the door, its stairs. A lot of stairs. Stairs with horribly dim barely functional fluorescent lights mounted on the walls next to them. The lights didn’t do too much, honestly it might as well just be plain dark. Ignoring that, he looked up the middle of the stairwell.

 

“Woah- How many floors does this place even have?” 

 

The amount of stairs kind of made him dizzy, so he tilted his head down and focused on just climbing them. The first two floors had to be skipped, their doors were blocked by planks of wood nailed over them, the words “Do Not Enter” burned into them professionally. That did not make him feel better about this whole situation he’ll be honest, but he elected to ignore that for the moment and kept climbing the stairs.

Reaching the fourth floor, unblocked by any weird nailed-on signs, he opened the door and found a long hallway full of doors labeled with room numbers. Deciding to at least try one of the doors, he found he could open it. 

 

“Yes, some proper light! Finally!” He said as he cracked the door to room 432 open, excited as light flowed out. 

 

 Inside was a small, two bedroom apartment with some lamps that were on, some chests, and a bathroom.There was also a window with curtains draped over it, that showed into a outside garden, but considering what happened yesterday, he chose to avoid that.

Looking through the chests for any form of loot, resulted in nothing more than a couple small white hand towels. This proves there are some resources in this place though, so he started opening the other doors in the hallway. None of them were locked which felt strange, but no one was staying in any of the rooms, so he supposed it made sense?

 

After searching about twelve rooms he ended up with several small white hand towels, a bar of soap, two pillows, some blankets, beds (but those were mounted to the floor so he couldn’t really take them), and not much else. 

Opening another door to a room practically identical to all the rooms he’d seen before, he did his (by now) routine search, and lo and behold, there was something new. It was there, in one of the chests in the thirteenth room that he’d found it, a small ornate dagger. Sitting down on one of the neatly tucked in beds, he removed the sheath and turned the blade around in his hand. The blade itself looked to be fashioned of steel, but it had a golden hilt with small red jewels encrusted onto it, the sheath matching its design. Definitely an interesting find. He decided to pocket it and head back to this area later. 

 

Turning to where the stairwell’s door just was, he sees the elevator’s doors instead. Of course. Pressing the button on the wall next to the elevator, he began to hear a subtle scraping sound. That sound only got louder as the elevator doors screeched open, the light inside flickered, and the whole thing made a loud clattering noise as it came to a stop.

At this point, he thinks he’d prefer the mostly dark stairwell to this monstrosity of an elevator, but considering the stairs are gone now, he doesn’t think he has much of a choice. He sighs. Here goes nothing, he thinks, time to willingly step into the freaky metal murder box ! 

At least it had some handrails inside? Upon going in, he noted that almost the entire right side of the wall next to the doors was covered in buttons, while the left had a singular leaver, with no label. That's not menacing at all! Luckily, most of the buttons to his right were labeled, so he pressed one with “1a” on it, hoping that was the foyer. Its doors immediately slammed shut.

 

The elevator lurched, its light flickering as it began a speedy descent. He gripped maybe a little too tightly to the handrails, almost falling to his knees in the process of the elevator’s perilous dive. His stomach dropped, he felt like it was going to fall out of his body and directly onto the floor. He wanted to throw up. The sudden crushing weight of the fact that he was in a small metal box rocketing towards the earth hit him all at once. He needed to get out. It shook, he could almost hear its wires straining, pulling apart, and for a couple of seconds he was almost certain he was about to die. 

Then, he heard a scraping noise, and the whole thing shuddered to a halt. And the doors opened. And he was in the foyer. 

He had to stand there for a second, swaying as he tried to get back his footing. Focusing all his energy into his legs, he scrambled out of the elevator, tripping and collapsing into one of the armchairs. The doors slammed shut behind him like the maw of some angry beast as he continued to try and catch his breath. 

 

“Mental note! Never use the elevator Ever again! Ever!” He laughed, lightheaded and still somewhat woozy.

 

He decided he might just stay in the chair for a bit, he deserved it after living through that horrorshow. While he composed himself, he remembered he had the dagger, and pulled it out of his pocket. 

 

“Well, I need some way to track the days. This should work just fine!” He said, removing its sheath and carving two long marks in the somewhat plain wooden wall to his right. 

 

Two days. It had to be two, he remembered seeing the sun being down when he checked the pool room yesterday. But surely it didn’t take that long, right? He had only been in the hotel for what, around half an hour when he found it? He… didn’t like that thought, but decided he was too tired to care at the moment. He was going to take a nap. Living through that elevator ride was enough close calls for today.

Notes:

Hey gang! Forgot to update this! Have a chapter dos!

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Chapter 3: A Rude Awakening

Summary:

General warning! Injuries, actual insane formatting, and a general better taste of what I'm goin for here vibes wise! take care of the Psycological Horror tag. It is there for a reason, even if its only really going to kick it to ten next chapter

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The sound of a door slamming shut woke Legundo with a hell of a start. His eyes darted around the room as he realized he wasn’t in the foyer where he had fallen asleep. He was in a bedroom, similar to the ones he had found earlier, but with only one bed, and no window. 

 

There weren't any signs of anyone having been in here but him. There was no mess, other than two long gashes in the wall behind his bed, identical to the ones he had carved in the foyer a day earlier, and a book on the nightstand. A book?

 

Picking up the book he noticed that despite some water damage on its cover, it seemed almost pristine in its condition. There was no dust on it, and its four pages were un-creased. Opening it, he read the neatly written words inside.

 

… 1

Our pieces are slim, our game begats that of the losing side, running out of pawns,  

rooks, but we still have a queen. 

 

Welcome to a place utterly forgotten. 

… 2

They cannot obtain possession of you here, you are securely away from their clutches. 

 

Is that not what you wanted? For them to leave you be?

… 3

But just as they cannot reach you, you cannot reach them,

or formulate any true 

escape.

 

Our previous prison for you was insufficient, they still managed to get near you there. 

… 4

Here however, they stand no chance. 

 

Of course, now that we’ve sent you, we cannot retrieve you either, not that we would  

ever intend to do so.



I hope your new home is acceptable, for the price of immortality, and terror .

… end

 

He stared at the words, despite their proper penmanship, the book was signed with a scrawled , hurried handwriting. It was as if someone had caught the writer off guard while they were smugly signing off their book. And the name “Alterans” didn't ring a bell! He knows his memory is bad but he’s for certain he's never heard that name before! 

Maybe he angered someone in another life? All he knows for sure is that this gives him more questions than it ever did answers. What does chess have to do with a hotel? What does any of this even mean? He had more things to ask, but considering his stomach was growling since he hadn’t eaten in two whole days, he had other problems to worry about.

 

Opening the door to the room and closing it behind him, he read the room number to its left. 

 

“Two three seven? Wasn’t the.. The door to this floor, it was blocked off in the stairwell,” He said, as he started backing away from the door, “Wasn’t it?”

 

He takes another step back from the door, and his foot twists uncomfortably as the boards of the floor make a gross cracking sound, and it falls through. The boards of wood scratch his pants as he twists around and tries to carefully remove his leg from the hole, but it's too late. 

A larger cracking noise echoes down the hall, and he falls the rest of the way through the now widened gash in the floor. He experiences several seconds of anguish inducing fear flooding through his body like they were hours of agony, and then he lands.

All his weight crashes into his already sore knees when he falls into the dark hallway below and- 

Wait a second, isn’t this the hallway next to the laundry room? He carefully lifts himself off of the floor with the help of the wall’s skirting board, and sure enough he can see the sign again.

Continuing to hold himself up with the wall, he limps past the laundry room and heads back to the forsaken foyer, just wanting a comfy-ish chair to rest in. The hallway is too dark, and his brain is still somewhat spinning with fear, the adrenaline rush only calmed by how exhausted he feels. Finally meeting where the hallways intersect, he makes his way towards the chair he sat in yesterday. 

Carefully lowering himself down, he glances at the gashes in the wall that he made earlier. He only made two long carvings, but now there's five. He’s too dizzy to let himself process the information fully before he promptly passes out, curled up in the armchair yet again. Alone.



Utterly Alone. Alone, other than…

 

…

The hotel? The Hotel. 

 

The walls bristle with discomfort, with concern and confusion. 

A visitor? After so so long? How long will they be staying? A week?

Its depths gurgled with anger when the guest tried to leave, tried to damage its  

windows.

They were only here for less than a day, why would they try to break it?

Why would they steal from its rooms and carve into the already rotting walls?

 

The Hotel shifted when something scraped into its sides.

It was taken care of fairly quickly.

 

The Hotel observed its only guest yet again. Had it scared them? 

They were shuttering in their sleep. They looked cold

 

The Hotel almost felt sorry for its guest.

 

Almost. The Hotel still held to its grudge.

 

Its guest had broke the rules broke the ties broke the bounds broke the binds.

 

There must be punishment for vandalism. 

For Malice.

There must be punishment for attempting an exit before their week stay is up.

There must be punishment.



There

 

Must

 

Be

 

Punishment.





The anger ran deep, but was being held back, beneath the floodgates under the floorboards far, far beneath. Not that far behind. Hard to evade but attempting to be dulled.

 

All it would take is one straw to break its resolve. All it would take is one misstep.

 

Its guest was still sleeping, and its halls were still shifting.

It would give them one more chance.

 

Only One.

 

…




Legundo awoke to a loud popping sound. The only lights he had, the two lamps in the foyer, had gone out. Their fuses must have burnt short. It was so, so dark. His eyes did adjust eventually, he could still see his hands in front of his face, but it was still dark. 

 

He didn’t know what day it was but at this point he decided he didn’t care. Oftentimes he would feel observed during his adventures, as if he was being watched, but here?

Here he felt hopelessly alone. No eyes on him, no strange low whispering voices adrift around his ears, just silence. Nothing was here. It was just him and The Hotel.

… And?

 

Its a hotel, its a place , he reasoned within himself, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something about that thought was wrong. A sudden hot flash made him panic. He took some deep breaths, tried to calm himself, and get himself together. Just breathe, come on.. He was really, really tired.

He couldn’t get back to sleep. 

 

Maybe there were monsters nearby?

There are no monsters here.

Is this place not a monster? 

 

Was he the

minotaur

and this his labyrinth?

This was never his intended prison.

 

He felt like he needed to splash water on his face, but there's no way he was going to the pool room right now. His stomach churned, he felt nauseous. 

 

He still hadn't eaten. 

He has nothing to throw up other than stomach acid and his own blood.

 

He wants to go home. 

He doesn’t know where home is but he wants to go there.

 

He does not remember his home.



He wishes he could play chess again.

He’d rather be a pawn than a discarded—--

A discarded… 

A discarded What?



He does not remember, and yet he… mourns?

Mourns what?



He wishes he had someone to spar with, someone willing to laugh with him.

He wishes he had someone to show him what it all ment.

He wishes he had someone to remind him of his past , Their past.

He wishes he had someone to remind him of what matters, and its value.

He wishes he had someone to tell him his duties, his purpose.

 

He wished-

 

He wishes he knew who he was. He wishes he knew what he was doing here- what he was doing anywhere, for that matter. He wishes he knew why he was being chased through the multiverse, he wishes he knew what any of what was going was about! 

He wished- 

He mourned-

 

He wishes he had someone to deliberate important topics with.

He wishes he had someone to remind him of his strength, his worth.

He wishes he had someone who’d explain the technicalities of any situation.

He wishes he had someone to practice spells with.

 

None of the people he missed were good people, not even himself.

 

His chest hurts.

 

He does not know who what he mourned or what he wished, just that he did. 

 

He wished he knew what any of it ment. His hot flash had now ended, some of his panic subsided with its dissipation. He was still curled into the armchair though, he had yet to leave its grasp. 

His joints ached, his head buzzing fuzzily, now feeling far too cold . 

 

He was still somewhat shaking. He didn’t think falling through the floorboards would get him so bad, or that the amount of marks on the wall changing without him doing so would freak him out so much. Honestly , he thinks he should have expected it! 

He glanced back to where the marks were, now there were what, probably at least 11? He didn’t like that. He.. he had to do something, he was fidgeting so bad, so he forced himself to get up and…

 

Scrrrrtch, scrctchs, scrreachtc, scratcch, scratch.

 

He didn’t really have a proper reason as to why he carved something new into the wall, it was something to do he supposed. The three eye shapes he carved stared back at him, unmoving, unshifting, not a single sign of life within them..

And yet, still watching.

 

At least there was some sense of normalcy for him now. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he needed to find food, and soon. He walked to the door and clambered up the staircase, to check a couple other floors to see what they offered.

 

The first three floors he checked were the same as the initial hallway he found on day two, but luckily floor six seemed to be an old cafeteria. Large windows, clean white flooring, an empty buffet table, yep it had to be. He looked in chests in cupboards, searched every small nook and cranny. At this point, he was desperate.

Eventually, he found some bread, a small amount of wheat, several eggs, and even a couple stakes. It was not a lot of food, not even close. He kept searching. Potatoes! It was still only a couple, but that was still Good. It’d be enough for maybe a week if he rationed them right. He sat down at one of the empty tables and let himself rest and eat. The best ending to a day so far! 

 

Not that he was entirely sure which day it was.

Notes:

:) the next chapter has the bit that i've been waiting THIS ENTIRE FIC to write btw.

Chapter 4: I dont want to format the 4th chapter so heres the google doc

Summary:

EXACTLY WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE. LMAO

Chapter Text

Hi. I hate formatting with AO3 so much but i REALLY LIKE CHAPTER 4 A LOT SO YOU KNOW WHAT? HERE. HAVE THE GOOGLE DOC. FOR YOUR SILLYNESS PLEASURE. ENJOY! <3 !!!!! 💥💥💥💥

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Writers notes and concepts and ideas!
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