[audio & action]

[the_horror]

[NETWORK]
[The sound of something scuffing on someones arm could be heard. Scratching on fabric almost. There is a panicked sound of breathing.]

[The breathing gets louder...]

[Muffled sounding voice:] Wh-what the hell?

Klaus?! [And then a THUNK and a oof as he tried to move, the panic welling up. Trapped.]

Shit, shit, shit! [he doesn't realize the audio on his arm is on.]

[LOG]
He had been with Klaus at the time. They agreed to watch each others back as they took short naps. Ben had curled up knowing Klaus was going to be there. And he was! Klaus had been there when he drifted off to sleep and all was fine.

But then he felt something tight around him. Around his neck and his arms bundled, and it was clear down to his knees. Like a tight blanket. He started to tell the other he didn't need to be tucked in, but then realized the lit room they had been into was no longer light. The room was dark.

"Klaus?" He said, and started to panic. He tried to push up off the floor and realized it was padded. Then he realized that room with the jackets and the padding and "Oh no..."

Ben rolled to his back, breathing hard. "Wh-what the hell?!" He said in panic, a turtle on it's back, trying to get up now. "Klaus!?" he cried out for help, rolling to his knees and hitting a wall with a thunk. "Shit, shit, shit!" He cursed, trying to get up on his feet, stumbling over something... or someone.

Comments

audio;

[bestfuneralever]

[And now Ben is-- still decidedly not here, but he can hear him and at least that's better than nothing, right?] BEN! Shit, where are you, dude?!

audio;

[justaddh2o]

All right, mate? Where'd you go?

LOG

[missmcguyver]

Betty's exhausted. The check in had been a good idea, and she stands by it, but it had also only gone on to prove not only just how much they all had to tackle here in order to get out, but it made the blonde feel completely and utterly terrified at the rather large list of what they'd have to accomplish to get out of this place. And, as an added bonus Betty can't help but feel more alone than she has in a long time. There's no Archie, no Veronica, and...no Jughead.

It's literally just her. Sisters of Quiet mercy had been bad enough with the insanity going on there - having turned into more asylum than home for wayward teens at this point, in her opinion, but this is much, much worse. There she had a plan, a foreseeable way out, and friends on the outside that she knew would eventually try and help her should she fail. Here...who know when or if they'd get out of here.

And wracking her brain, wandering, and everything Betty had been doing was only more draining. That was the entire reason that when she'd found an actual bedroom she'd taken the chance to rest - she hadn't expected anything to wake her - not having run across anyone since the man she woke up with in this place. But Betty's face pinches at the sound gets to her, a voice. Moving to rub at her eyes so that she can see what's going on....well she realizes that she can't, which only leads to her tugging a little harder feeling the panic beginning to rise.

But before she can fully work herself up, or even sit up, someone stumbles over her - body parts that she can't fully pinpoint because her hair has fallen out of the ponytail she'd managed to put it in. "Ouch!" The response is automatic even as the blonde rolls, struggling even more to try and get her arms loose, but it's useless because she's in a straight jacket. "Oh my god....oh god....please don't hurt me - whose here?" Betty's response bounces around because she can't fully wrap her mind around what is happening, but this is something that she's always kind of feared.

It'd been bad enough when they'd held her arms and forced her in to see the Gargoyle king, but waking up here, like this, is ten times worse and there are tears stinging the bright blue eyes - terror from before rising to even higher levels than they'd been. This whole house is dangerous, and who knows what the intention behind the straight jacket is, orw hat's going to happen.

audio;

[throwsknives]

[ It's been too long since he's heard this panicked voice. He's starting to wonder if whoever is running this thing is just fucking with him. He'd seen Ben appear in front of them, just like everyone else had, but his mind is still adjusting to it. Hearing him sound like he's in danger just sends him back to the day of his death. ]

Ben? [ Could it really be him? His mouth is dry and his throat is gravelly as he goes on.] What's going on?