Non-Canon Lost in London

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Premise:

An unknown force brings Simon Henriksson back from his Asylum and into a strange, mysterious world. Why was he brough here? What will he encounter?

Additional Notes:

This is a 1x1 roleplay with @Crow who will be taking the reins, despite me making the first post. This Simon Henriksson is the very same one from a Night in Terror Town.



It was happening again... He was having another dream, or so he thought.

Sensation had returned to his lower body, and he could no longer feel the cold, hard frame of his wheelchair on his back. A familiar the familiar feeling of the strap of his bookbag was on his left shoulder.

Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he was laying on something soft... A bed? A queen sized one, to be specific, in a bedroom that was supposed to be meant for two.

Outside, there looked to be some kind of mist. It didn't look very healthy to wander around out there, but... He did need to find out where he was, and how to get out of here. Quickly checking his bag, he wondered if his usual items were in there; a switchblade, his cell phone (which rarely had any signal, but functioned okay as a flashlight), and perhaps... If he was lucky... A glock 19.

Regardless of if they were though, his attention eventually shifted, to finding at least a newspaper or something... Anything he could use to help determine where he was, and more importantly... Why he was here.​
 
As Simon dug through his pockets, he would indeed find the three items he would be seeking. Whether they would work on whatever lurked outside the confines of the house, on the other hand, was another story.

The light of his phone would come in handy, seeing that the room had some pretty dim lighting, with the curtains closed and it being nighttime and whatnot.

He would find some newspapers by the bedside table, underneath an unlit candle.

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Armed with a knife and a loaded gun (although he only had one magazine)... And his phone (his only light source), he read through the newspapers, seeming to shiver a little. First off; the time was over a century before his birthdate, he wasn't even supposed to exist at this time... But... Second, a killer was lurking around, somewhere.

He wasn't sure where he was, other than someone in 19th Century London, but he had a feeling this house wouldn't be safe for long. Gun in hand, he was shaking slightly, but... For now, he stashed the newspapers into his book bag, and quickly felt around to make sure he had a working pen and his notebook with him. That was definitely going to come in handy.

Then, his attention turned to the house around him, and he began exploring... Carefully. His gaze darting to and fro as he listened out for any suspicious sounds. For all he knew, Jack the Ripper was in this house right now... If he wasn't lurking in the mist somewhere...

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The fact that the house was silent as death was worrying indeed. Not a sound whispered through the air except for Simon's very own footsteps connecting with the floor.

As he explored the outside, he would notice some sort of living room, equipped with an unlit fireplace and a rug, alongside a few chairs and a tattered-torn sofa.

Before him were two rather obvious doors - one on the left, another on the right. There didn't seem to be any sign on them to indicate what was what.

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It was so quiet that Simon could practically hear himself breathing. Now that was unnerving.

Seeing that the sofa was in tatters, he shuddered, figuring he'd start checking the rooms around him, just to make sure he didn't have company in here. First, he tried the door on the right, poised with his gun... And pocketing his phone temporarily as he turned the knob.

Whatever was, or wasn't waiting for him, he was ready to react.

With any luck though, the room would be like the parts of the house he explored so far; devoid of life.

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He would enter a room that appeared to be some kind of kitchen, complete with plumbing. The windows were there too, but the smog blocking the sight seemed to be extra thick here, as he walked...


A knife fell from a kitchen island barely missed his foot, stabbing the floor.

There seemed to be a good, empty jug, a water supply and a cloth by the side, likely meant to clean plates. This was also where whoever was supposed to live here had dinner, evidenced by a circular table with five chairs. Must've be quite the family.

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Simon gasped, a little startled by the knife, but fortunately it didn't cause any injury so far.

Playing it safe, he stepped around the knife carefully, noticing that the kitchen seemed to have a safe supply of drinking water. Incase he needed to stay here for multiple days, he took note of this. Seeing that there were five chairs, it seemed like there was once a sizeable family living here, but the question was... Where did they go?

If there wasn'y anything of note other than what he saw, Simon would carefully turn around, making sure to keep the door open (incase he needed to look inside the room again) as he tried the left door, his gun in hand still, just incase...

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Enter the bathroom - complete with tub, mirror & sink. The mirror was most particularly misty, so much so that one would be unable to view their reflection from it. The tub, from a distance, appeared filled, for some reason. It wasn't clear with what precisely, and while approaching it might give answers...

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Oh dear... A filled tub? That wasn't what Simon wanted to see, not with his experience with this kind of thing.

Seeing that the mirror was misty, he shuddered. While tempting, he would rather not wipe it clear, incase he saw something he might not want to see. Instead, he cautiously approached the tub, gun still raised. Part of him expected to see some body in there with a key floating amidst flood, but... Maybe he was confusing this with another dream he once had... One that he had based a book off of.

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The bathtub was filled with water, tainted by black instead of being clear and transparent. Simon's guess wasn't too far-off.

What appeared to be rot-black fetuses with fully-formed teeth appeared, their heads popping out of the tainted water. Their voices began to rasp.

"M... mother... mother..."

These odd things began to jump in and out of the water, some escaping onto the floor, and when they did, would slowly but surely wriggle towards Simon!

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"No... No!... Get away!" Simon shouted desperately.

Without even thinking, he opened fire, emptying his entire glock magazine into the fetuses coming at him, until all he could hear was an audible click.

It was only then that he came to his senses somewhat, clutching his empty gun like a makeshift bludgeon.

He wanted to reach for his knife, but he had to make sure there were no more of these creatures coming towards him...

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Few shots were successful, but the few that were resulted in excruciating, horrified screams as the sounds dimmed away.

"Moth... er..."
"W.. hy..."

Even as Simon's ammo supply ran out, the black creatures continued to pop out and pursue, some seeming to threaten to jump onto him.

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Dropping his empty gun into his bag, he reached for his knife with one hand, the other fumbling for the knob of the door.

At this point, he wasn't even able to speak, his breathing panicked... Caution his mind to swim.

The best he could do was get out of this room, just anywhere away from those creatures.

As soon as any tried to jump onto him... He slashed at them impulsively, his mind clouded by his panic...

Was this a dream? A nightmare? Or was it something else?

Unfortunately, Simon was far from sure in this moment.

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Simon would successfully leave the room, closed, shut. The screams of those strange little beasts were as good as gone and the house was silent once more, for now, at least.

That was all the doors he could access or see for now, not counting the only way out of the house.

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Simon shook his head, still feeling a little dizzy from earlier... But even so, he realized it wouldn't be safe to stay in the house.

Deciding to take a risk, Simon decided to try his hand at opening the door to exit the house, bracing himself as he covered his mouth and nose with his jacket.

With any log, the fog wasn't toxif or anything...

@Crow​
 
Covering his nose and mouth protected him, but it could only protect him so much as he walked through the thick, toxic fog. It would very slowly, but very surely, intoxicate him. He could barely see them, but faint silhouettes could be seen within the thickness, fading in and out of existence due to the movement of the fog.

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Though the fog was slow acting, thanks to Simon's quick thinking... Due to the fact that he lacked a proper gas mask, or in fact, much in the means of protection against this toxic fog, he soon realized it wasn't just your average blanket of smog.

No... There was something much more potent in the air, but he hadn't the time to seek out its source. Instead, carefully watching the silhouettes within, trying to determine if they were friend or foe, he quietly snuck around, sticking near the buildings.

Hoping to find a door ajar sooner or later, he figured he would attempt to seek shelter in another building if the fog became too much to bear. It certainly wasn't good for his body, nor his mind to linger outside for long...

@Crow​
 
The fog was strong as was slowly but surely beginning to etch its toxicity into Simon's body.

He might hear voices from the silhouettes in the fog.

"Mother... Mother... is that you?"

They didn't seem hostile for now.

There were the silhouttes, that seemed to have observable facial features as he went deeper into the fog, and there was also a large, prominent building up ahead that was too hard to not miss.

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If it wasn't for the toxicity of the very air around him, Simon might have called out into the fog... To see if the voices he was hearing were real, but for now... He focused more on keeping his breathing steady, yet shallow... Shuddering as he tried to swerve away from the silhouettes in the fog, stumbling towards a building up ahead.

As soon as he got close enough, he began fumbling around for a way in... A door... A window... Anything...

As long as he could shelter himself from the fog outside... Give himself some time to recover, and re-asses his situation, he'd be fine.

If anything, he regretted risking stepping outside. Whatever this fog was, it was as toxic as it gets...

@Crow
 
The insides of this supposed museum - dark, unlit, spooky, but at least he was out of the fog. With his light source, he would be able to snoop around.

There were displays from all kinds of cultures, not seeming to have a fixed theme. Egyptian, Mayan, you name it, it was there.

Except Greco-Roman apparently.

Simon would feel a strange, repeated crashing sound deeper within the building, specifically, repeatedly crashing ceramics and clay.

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