The yowl that came from the cat was, to put it lightly, pretty freaky. It didn't sound like the kind of noise that any animal should make, and Wally spun around in a blur to star at it, the closet momentarily forgotten.
Which meant there was no way he could miss the cat suddenly becoming a kid that was corpse-pale and making that same, horrible yowling noise. It startled him enough that Wally took a step back towards the closet without really thinking about it, but before he could recover or say anything to the boy (cat?), it was gone and the place fell silent again. After the noise, it seemed almost too silent, and Wally had to concentrate to make his breathing stay steady and his heartbeat relatively normal.
"Okay, I take it back. Something is definitely trying to mess with me here," he said thickly. He swallowed, the sound loud in his ears and backed away from the closet. There was no way he was going in there now.
The window got his attention now, and Wally struggled with it for a few long, frustrating moments before giving up and just trying to break the thing with a gloved hand. But his fists just bounced off and was eventually forced to give up, shaking an aching hand absently as he turned back to eye the closet.
"Uh-uh, no way. I'm not going in there. I've seen horror movies enough to know what happens next. Some kind of horrible guy in a mask is going to jump out at me with a knife or a chainsaw or something. So you know what? I'll just stay here and he can come get me where I actually have room to move around for a change."
The room wasn't particularly helpful with answering his thoughts on the subject.
What felt like a good ten minutes (but was probably more like one) of oppressive silence and boredom passed before Wally shifted uncomfortably. While the plan was good in his head, the fact was that there was nowhere for him to go and he was pretty sure that whatever horrible face-eating monster was waiting for him was more patient than he was. And while maybe he could just stay here and hope he'd get yanked back to the institute eventually, he wasn't even sure where he was or if that would even happen now. Maybe he'd just be stuck here until he either starved to death, which didn't feel like it would take too much more effort really, or faced whatever had brought him here.
"...this really sucks," he complained, just so any monsters around the place knew his stance on the matter. With that done, he ventured into the closet, opening the trapdoor and pulling himself up into it.
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Which meant there was no way he could miss the cat suddenly becoming a kid that was corpse-pale and making that same, horrible yowling noise. It startled him enough that Wally took a step back towards the closet without really thinking about it, but before he could recover or say anything to the boy (cat?), it was gone and the place fell silent again. After the noise, it seemed almost too silent, and Wally had to concentrate to make his breathing stay steady and his heartbeat relatively normal.
"Okay, I take it back. Something is definitely trying to mess with me here," he said thickly. He swallowed, the sound loud in his ears and backed away from the closet. There was no way he was going in there now.
The window got his attention now, and Wally struggled with it for a few long, frustrating moments before giving up and just trying to break the thing with a gloved hand. But his fists just bounced off and was eventually forced to give up, shaking an aching hand absently as he turned back to eye the closet.
"Uh-uh, no way. I'm not going in there. I've seen horror movies enough to know what happens next. Some kind of horrible guy in a mask is going to jump out at me with a knife or a chainsaw or something. So you know what? I'll just stay here and he can come get me where I actually have room to move around for a change."
The room wasn't particularly helpful with answering his thoughts on the subject.
What felt like a good ten minutes (but was probably more like one) of oppressive silence and boredom passed before Wally shifted uncomfortably. While the plan was good in his head, the fact was that there was nowhere for him to go and he was pretty sure that whatever horrible face-eating monster was waiting for him was more patient than he was. And while maybe he could just stay here and hope he'd get yanked back to the institute eventually, he wasn't even sure where he was or if that would even happen now. Maybe he'd just be stuck here until he either starved to death, which didn't feel like it would take too much more effort really, or faced whatever had brought him here.
"...this really sucks," he complained, just so any monsters around the place knew his stance on the matter. With that done, he ventured into the closet, opening the trapdoor and pulling himself up into it.