I am in misery [active/closed]

[businessfella]

Characters: Sinclair and Delta
Setting: Hallways and the blue kitchen
Time: Night 019
Summary: The two guys look around the house for food and have a run in with an unpleasant visitor.
Warnings: Mild language.

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[not_amonster]

Delta plodded along after Sinclair, constantly scanning the area for threats. He still didn't understand what this place was, but he was determined to survive and escape. This was easier said than done, as Delta was as weak as a newborn against the supernatural entities. His iron hide couldn't protect him against the dead specters of the mansion.

Sinclair was a friend? Well, he was the closest to a friend that he had, too. Sure Sinclair previously sold him out, but Delta was a forgiving creature. He still did question why Sinclair refused to tell him of his past until he was near his deathbed.

Delta soon rumbled to show he seconded Sinclair's words. All kinds of off, yeah. The halls felt absolutely horrid. Poor Delta wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

[businessfella]

If Delta could barely stand a chance against the monsters that resided in this house, the ones Sinclair had yet to get even a glimpse at, then he had no chance at all. Seeing Delta constantly look back and forth, he figured he should have been doing the same but did not.

He took Delta's noise as a good noise. Or, at least to show that he agreed. The place gave Sinclair chills. He had been in some pretty creepy places in Rapture too.

Sinclair caught sight of a blue room up head and his steps grew faster. "I think this is it." He said, noticing a fridge and shelves. He decided not to me a comment on the poor painting job and instead stepped in, looking around.

[not_amonster]

The strange blue room did get his attention. He, of course, didn't stop looking around for things that might jump out at him. Delta was very used to being shot at. It seemed somewhat abnormal for him to not be in the fray. Oh, he didn't miss fighting, but the quiet house made him uneasy. Delta wanted to tell Sinclair to be careful as he approached the kitchen, but obviously he couldn't.

Why was this place so frightening? He was used to the gloom and the grime of the forbidden city. Even the Blue Kitchen seemed odd. Some of the appliances were unfamiliar, and the windows all pointing outwards towards the dark sky. Hesitantly he moved over to one of the windows, trying to look outside.

He held his rivet gun tightly. No plasmids were activated, but he kept the massive gun drawn and at ready. Too bad bullets were useless against a ton of the baddies, right?

[businessfella]

Sinclair walked around the kitchen, looking at what was set around the room. He recognized the usual things like a fridge and cabinets. The microwave had caught his attention. He had seen microwaves before, but this seemed much more complicated. There were many different buttons and why were there numbers glowing?

He heard metal clank and turned to see Delta readying his gun. "I don't think it'll do much." Sinclair told Delta, guessing what he was planning.

Taking a few steps to stand next to Delta, he sighed, staring out the window. "It's kinda torture, don't you think. Lettin' us see the sky but bein' kept in here."