Amnesia: The Dark Descent
The room was dark. Like really dark. Robin was used to it being Batman's protégé and all, but seriously, did it have to be that dark? His hand was gripping so hard on the dawati that he was sure it was going to splinter at any moment.
The volume was on too loud too. The main character's heartbeat never seemed so…scary. It was constantly pounding.
"Turn the volume down," Rob said.
Wally didn't seem to hear him. He continued playing the game. They were both sitting at the computer dawati in Robin's room. Their forms were both scrunched over as they stared at the barely illuminated screen.
"Seriously, Wally. Turn down."
He didn't make a songesha to turn down the volume. His eyes were plastered to the scene as he watched his character sit in the corner. "Cannot move. I cannot move. I will die if I move."
"I asked wewe to turn the volume down, not move."
"I will die."
"Seriously, just turn the knob—"
"OH GOD! Something touched my foot!" Wally screamed and was instantly on Robin's bed. "Holy frickin' chicken!" he shuddered and dropped back onto the kitanda in the fetal position. "Why…Why are we doing this?"
"Because Artemis bet we couldn't and…"
"We never back down from a challenge, but I swear to God if anything else touches my foot, I will kill you."
"Because I'm probably going to end up killing wewe kwa just flailing in fear."
They switched positions; Rob was now playing and Wally was watching. His hand was shaking so hard that he couldn't keep his character going straight. Slowly, a breath started to get louder. "Someone's following you," Wally said, grabbing onto Rob's arm. "Jesus. Jesus. I don't want to die again."
"Dude. I'm playing-OH GOD! Did wewe hear that? That was footsteps!"
"Close the door! Close the door!"
"There isn't a freaking door!"
"Go down the hatch!"
"The monster's probably down there!" Rob screamed as he went into the corner. "Must regain strength…" he grunted as he watched the screen pulse with the main characters moyo beat.
He sat there for at least a dakika before he even dared move. "Okay, should I go down the hatch?" he asked Wally.
Wally sat there for a second; his green eyes wide as he watched the bugs crawl across the screen. "How can wewe even see with those glasses? Take them off, it's just us," Wally snorted finally realizing just how dark it was in the room and in the game.
"Dude, I'm not giving up my eye virginity to you."
"Whatever. Go through the hatch," he shrugged. Robin hesitated as he stood at the hatch in the ground. With his luck, there was going to be a giant monster that he can't run away from. And it will be really dark. Extremely dark. He won't be able to see, but he will be able to hear the monster's roar and his character's moyo beat super fast. "Dude, seriously go," Wally pushed.
Robin sighed and dropped through the hatch. There wasn't anything at first. He landed in a room with water. Okay, it's just water not blood au anything. It's just water. "What's the catch?" he mumbled, not daring to take a step.
He could face anything out in the real world. He had his skills to back him up. He had his Marafiki to back him up. He didn't have to worry. But in the game, he was on his own. The character was so raw. The character was so weak. He felt scared. He was scared.
He tentatively pushed the character forward.
A loud splash was heard and Wally was already buzzing in his seat. "Where did that come from?"
Robin was nearly unable to contain himself as he ran down the water filled corridor. The splashing was still just as loud; he didn't know how to make it stop. He didn't know how to get away. Finally, he managed to jump onto a box. The splashing figure made a mduara, duara around the box that he was on. His moyo was pounding, and he was pretty sure his stomach had decided to visit his esophagus just to say hey.
He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to go into the water for the inayofuata week.
au the dark.
God, if Bats were to find out about his temporary fear of the dark…
"What the fuck was in the water?" Wally gasped. The kiti, kiti cha he was sitting in was smoking.
"Bullshit. Termites don't just eat people in water."
There was a silence among them. Wally stopped just before the chair set itself on fire. He took a deep breath and held a death grip on the arm of the chair. Robin sat there paralyzed. He couldn't do this. "Go down the hallway," Wally ordered.
"Dude. Go—JESUS! RUN FASTER! Goddamnit! My heart! My heart! I think I'm having an anemia!"
Rob tried jumping on the box, but he kept on falling of the box. Stupid, slippery box genetics… His screen started to turn red as his character started to get eaten kwa the monster—s? Is there zaidi than one? He wouldn't know because they're freaking invisible. "Let go of my leg!" Rob yelled.
In the panic of the situation, Wally had grabbed onto Rob's leg in a panic. Rob did the natural thing—a knee jerk reaction in the most literal sense—and threw his knee up so that he smashed Wally's hand against the desk.
Wally jerked up and howled in pain. Just to make sure he could share the pain, he tacked Rob. The two of them went flying back in the chair. It was just too sudden and Robin was still in too much shock from the monster attack that he was unable to let go of the mouse. The computer decided it would be lovely to jiunge them on the floor. A fizzing noise let them know that the computer was pretty broken.
Robin glared at Wally, his glasses almost falling off. He pushed them back on as the speedster stayed put on juu of him. "Dude. Off. Now."
Wally tried to get off as fast as he could—which was pretty fast. The two boys stood in the completely dark room staring at each other. Robin decided to justify the broken computer kwa giving Wally a broken nose.
The two of them left the room defeated. Artemis sat in the hallway outside their room. She was playing her DS—pokémon, kwa the sound of the battle music. She looked up at them and smirked.
"You can pay her—for both of us," Rob alisema before stalking off.
Recognize: Robin, B01.
Artemis raised a single eyebrow, but didn't press anything. She held out her hand.
Wally dug out a fifty-dollar bill with the hand that wasn't holding his bleeding nose and gave it to the dirty, half-Asian blonde