Vivi
she/her
3 lives
she/her
3 lives
Vivienne had started to calm down from her earlier panic as she wandered around the first floor of the god forsaken Wildwood Masters Library which she had so foolishly entered. The sources of the growls that had so spooked the Spooktator seem to have let her escape in peace. Perhaps they had gone after the other hapless girl who had followed Vivi into the library. Vivienne never had learned that girl’s name. With a shudder, Vivi realized that learning her name might have become a moot point if the beings she had heard had reached the girl.
Vivi began to consider her situation; none of her observations were comforting. She had assumed that this situation was some kind of nightmare, but her sense of self awareness was inconsistent with the way she typically felt when she was dreaming. Furthermore, she couldn't make herself wake up, which was her usual solution to such wretched dreams. That meant that she had to find a way out of this terrible place, and the only route she knew of was locked and potentially guarded by terrible beasts.
Vivienne was broken from her reverie by a series of sounds. She heard some kind of motion, followed a few moments later by several impact noises, as if multiple objects had fallen to the floor. With no small amount of trepidation, Vivi moved toward the sound to investigate. She found several objects laid out on the floor ahead, and as she approached them through the gloom, she could make out that they were books.
Then she thought she heard footsteps nearby, and though she looked around frantically for the source, she could not make out any figures through the gloom. Although Vivienne wasn't convinced that the sound of footsteps had been her imagination, when she heard no more, she cautiously resumed her inspection of the fallen books. What she saw only freaked her out even further. A dark dust on the cover book she had lifted made out the form of a slash as if from a clawed beast. In this place, it didn't take much for her imagination to run wild in all the worst ways. Vivi didn't believe in werewolves, but then again, she didn't believe in ghosts either, yet she had seen the latter with her own eyes. If there were ghosts here, why couldn't there be werewolves as well?
Vivienne felt panic rising within her again; her trembling hands were unable to retain a grip on the defaced book, which fell to the ground with a thud. Vivi backed away, searching and listening for any sign of whatever creature had done this…