Nightshift 55: Sun Room

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Only a couple more rooms and then he was going to eat everything he laid eyes on in the pantry. Even the condiments, at this rate. How much nutritional value did tomato ketchup have anyway? And was he really in any position to turn it down if that was all he could find?

Even with the hunger twisting his stomach and making him feel slightly sick, Wally wasn't quite so bad off that he needed to just rush into the room beyond. His luck had been pretty good so far, well, apart from his speed dumping him into a wall like that, but that didn't mean a thing here.

But the sun room seemed empty, from what he could make out in the darkness and with only a flashlight that had seen better days, so Wally relaxed and headed further into the room, weaving through the chairs and things as he aimed for the cafeteria doors.

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[hat_einen_vogel]

If Prussia had thought about thanking Japan along with England, the thought vanished as soon as he caught sight of the state of the Sun Room. The smell of blood hung in the air (he thought he saw a few places were it had been spilled), furniture had been overturned, and the notes from the bulletin board were scattered everything.

It was only his second time in there after lights-out (if he excluded that time with the 'teleporting'), and it was also the second time it had been like this. The last time he'd seen the room in this state, he'd wondered what the hell had happened. Tonight, his question was a little different, "It's like this again?"

If it weren't for the blood, it could have been just someone venting their frustration on the furniture, but... Whatever had happened in here—both tonight and the last time—must have been one damn big fight.

Prussia started across the room, glancing back when he heard the doors shut, and then stopped at the sound of a thump from across the room. "Probably just another prisoner in here," he commented in answer to England's question. But last time he'd been in here, there had also been... He pointed the light of his torch in the direction of the sound as it repeated, trying to see if there was someone or something there. "....Or maybe a cat."

[osoreirimasu.livejournal.com]

Japan didn't notice the state of the room until he was further into it, and even then only when the smell of blood hit him like a hammer to the face. The sudden appearance of everything at once was like a physical blow and Japan started, taking a step back as he realized what was going on. The couches were thrown all over; the chairs, too. Tables were overturned and Japan's boot-clad foot kicked a crumpled paper ball, causing him to look down at the same time that the door snapped shut behind them.

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A thump emanated from across the room, cutting off the pop-up before Japan could finish reading it. He took another step back as the sound came again and again, bringing the pillow sack up to his chest, clutching it in both hands. England's question was likely echoed by all of them and he took a third step back as the hair on his neck raised and chills ran down his spine. Prussia's statement, however, caused a different sort of jolt to run through Japan.

"A-Again?" Was the Sun Room always like this at night? Maybe this wasn't something as unnerving as he feared and it was merely someone...being extremely unpleasant to the furniture. He could deal with that. Japan disapproved of reckless violence, but he could deal with it. "Does...this sort of thing happen often, Prussia-san? M-Maybe it's just..." No, that likely wasn't it. Drawing closer to England, he looked at the other nation and said, "If I may make a suggestion? Perhaps we should move along now? Quickly?"