Alphonse’s Sunday morning odd encounter(Luka)

Date: 2025-06-29 06:28

(Alphonse’s Sunday morning odd encounter(Luka):Luka)

[Sun Jun 29 2025]

At Autumn and Hart/span>/spanmorning/span>/span69F(20C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. The mist is heaviest At King and Blackstone/span>/span(Your target encounters a ghost who’s fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it’s way through more violent means.
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Luka looks over to Alphonse to talk, his mouth starts to move but no sounds to come out. After a moment later, he seems to be starting to melt, or, not just Luka, everything. It takes Alphonse a moment to recognize that it’s not the world that’s melting, and simply his vision that’s becoming compromised. Luka gives Alphonse a look as if there was something strange on his face, Luka sitting up a little to reach out to the boy before everything becomes too much a melted mess to parse any longer.

A moment passes, everything dark, and slowly the melted mess of colors and light started to restructure it’s self once again, but not into the same landscape Alphonse had been at a moment prior, the sight Alphonse’s vision constructed back into was something else, something darker … Something familiar …

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“…” Alphonse stares blankly at where his brother was, sitting on the bench next to him. But he’s not sitting on a bench anymore. There’s no such thing, here. Alphonse cranes around his head, slowly, eyes widening in disbelief. Shaking hands touch his neck, try to find his jacket, something to prove this nightmare isn’t reality.

The jacket wasn’t there. He was in the gown. The simple white garment, similar to the ones given to patients at hospitals. The same one which variants of had been his only clothes for for a full decade.

“It is.” A voice, soft and subdued, when Alphonse looks to find it he’d spot someone sat slumped up against the other side of the wall “Fake, I mean” The voice clarifies in a whisper. The figure was small, couldn’t be more than a child. It say with it’s knees hugged to it’s chest, sat in the same way Alphonse always had when he was stuck in here.

An upcoming full blown panic attack is stopped in its tracks, by the sound of the voice. By the confirmation of his hopes. Alphonse still shudders, relief and fear and confusion briefly overtaking him as his eyes water for a moment. To gather some time, Alphonse paces over, barefoot, to crouch against the opposite wall from the figure. He mirrors its pose, eyes a bit red from unshed tears. “Thank you.” Alphonse answers, sincerely. “I.. I don’t know why you’re here. Or why I am. But what I thought was gonna happen… it was worse.” Alphonse sniffles.

The figure didn’t quite have the courage to look at Alphonse as he approaches, it’s eyes flicking up to meet his for only a second before looking back down at the ground. The figure was gaunt, as if it hadn’t been eating well, wearing the same gown Alphonse had been and was currently dressed in. It didn’t seem scared of Alphonse, but somehow didn’t seem able to look directly at him either. There’s a long silence before the figure tells Alphonse “You shouldn’t thank me, I was the one who brought you back here …” It’s voice low and muttered, spoken as if he was hoping Alphonse wouldn’t even be able to hear what he said

“It doesn’t matter.” Alphonse gulps. “Anything is better.” Alphonse repeats, a slow shake of his head. “You look familiar.” Alphonse informs the figure, with a grim sort of humor. “And like you could use some company.”

The figure looks up at Alphonse, something akin to a scowl on it’s face as Alphonse informs him that he looks like he could use company, or perhaps an indignation. “… Yeah … Sure …” He says, whatever issue was written on his face not reading his voice or his words as he looks away again.

The boy looks over as Jenny wakes up, Jenny waking up to find herself someplace she had not gone to sleep, and someplace far less pleasant than the kushy Den pillow pit. “You’re not supposed to be here.” The child slumped to the wall informs Jenny “You weren’t invited.”

Jenny sits up “What the-” she looks around the cell, a cold panic starting to grow on her eyes. She hears the voice and stares at the boy “Invited?? What the fuck does that mean? How’d I get here??” she finally looks down at herself, trying to gauge what she has on her.

“…Jenny?” Alphonse sounds absolutely shocked to see Jenny here, of all places. A roiling turmoil of negative emotions is running through his packbond, and he is dressed in simple white hospital-esque clothes, squated against a wall opposite a small, childlike figure. “How the hell… you really shouldn’t be here.” Alphonse blinks a few times.

The figure had been startled by Jenny’s appearance, but slowly settles it’s self back down, looking to the floor. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t hurt me.” The figure tells Jenny in a soft voice as it stares to the ground. “I know you’re a wolf. Just like the blue one. But you can’t hurt me. He can’t either. Neither of you can” The figure mumbles, speaking more to it’s self seemingly than to either of the Howlers present

Jenny looks specifically for her phone as she rummages through her belongings and stares over to the pair “What the fuck does that mean?” she asks incredulously “Did some raid happen on the mansion? Who is the kid?” she had a million questions burning through her mind right now as she tries and process the cold metal cell she is now finding herself the cellmate of.

“Its..” Alphonse struggles to find a way to explain. “I don’t know. Its not real, whats happening. This is.. this is where I was confined. One of the places, at least.” Alphonse shakes his head slowly. “I think we’re in a dream. Built from my memories. But the kid… I don’t know. He says he brought me here. I must have brought you along with me, somehow. But I don’f know where Luka would have went…”

The figure watches their conversation, looking unamused but not nearly enough so to voice it’s opinion “Luka … Is that the taller one?” The figure up against the wall asks “He came for you a little ago … Or, at least, he got some people to come for you. He didn’t seem like he was doing much himself when they broke you out.” Luka mumbles over to Alphonse and Jenny. “He didn’t seem like he had much idea what he was doing either, just stomping around the place, he even looked like he was lost a few times.”

Luka would not say that, the figure says it

Jenny seems to calm down as its explained that its probably a dream. The cold terror on the connection slowly subsiding to something less overwhelming “A dream…?” she moves to run a hand along one wall to feel its surface before a look comes on her eyes and looks over to Alphonse “Wait did you say from your memories?” she furrows her brow looking more closely at the cell she finds herself in “A uh… cell based on your memories?”

“Did I never tell you about that…?” Alphonse answers Jenny, hugging his knees tighter to his chest. He looks particularly small right now, eyes downcast. “When I was twelve, I was captured by the Boardroom. I spent… maybe ten years in places like this. Luka… The Howlers… a large part of why they were put together were to rescue me.” Alphonse vaguely gestures towards the figure. “Thats what the kid is talkin about. Him stomping around. Not that I care if he got lost a hundred times along the way, to finally get me free.”

“Get ‘you free’?” The bitterness finally reaches the boy’s voice as he looks over towards Alphonse. “Because you were the true victim, weren’t you?” The boy accuses Alphonse, his tone harsh now, practically a hiss. “You were the one who deserved saving.” There’s a sarcasm to his tone, as if he thought the idea stupid “Wolves saving wolves.” He spits out his words hatefully “It’s the humans that need saving.”

Jenny gives a shake of her head “You haven’t told me no…” she says over to Luka as she determines that this is a very realistic looking dream cell. Staring over to the boy she raises an eyebrow “What about the humans? The humans that were here? Or… are here?” she moves over to the door to send a kick of her steel-toed boot towards it, testing the strength.

The stainless steel blades of the iris hatch do not budge.

“Humans, huh?” Alphonse asks, squinting at the little figure. He flinches a bit when Jenny’s boot clangs into the wall, nerves still wound tight. “I didn’t have the emotional leeway to care about anyone but myself, when I was trapped. I was asked to kill a lot of people, a lot of humans, to save myself from punishment in fact.” Alphonse informs the figure. “Maybe I didn’t deserve to get free after that. But we ain’t in the business of justice.” Alphonse takes a deep breath, and stands up, walking to place a hand on Jenny’s shoulder, giving her a smile. “Thanks, Jen. You’re helping me keep my head on straight. Fake or not, we should try to get outta here, I agree.”

The figure gives Alphonse an icy cold look as he casually mentions the humans he’d been forced to kill whilst under the boardroom’s experimentation. “Yes. You did. You killed a lot.” The child reiterates Alphonse’s words back to him in a low, harsh tone. “The ones you killed were never freed. They stayed down her, wolf. They’ve been down here this whole time. The ones you killed are still here, sitting in their cages, waiting for the day they get to be free too.” The boy tells Alphonse hatefully before looking over to Jenny “It’s useless. I tried that already. We all have.”

“Yeah… but i’m not like. Really here right?” Jenny asks over to the boy with a frown and then to Alphonse “Neither of us.. if its a dream. Then dream logic should apply. Yeah?”

“We don’t know its a dream, I guess. It could be ghosts. Like the kid here says. Haunting me.” Alphonse‘ voice goes dark, at that. “You’re probably right, Jen. Dream logic should apply if we wanna get out. I think I’ve even got a good idea how.” Alphonse strolls over to crouch down in front of the spiteful figure, staring at it closely. “Before that, maybe I should finally ask why we’re here from the person who invited us. What do you want, kid? We aren’t excorcists, and I sure ain’t going back to free some living humans either.”

Jenny doesn’t seem interested in an answer herself. Moving over to the door and focusing on it. Trying to… force her hand through muttering to herself “Not real… not real…” over and over

The figure looks away as Alphonse walks over to him, his face slowly creasing up in anger. His jawline soft but still visibly tightens. The vessels of his eyes turn red, and then start to water. The figure starts to vibrate, the entire cage they were in vibrating alongside him before the boy, who’d so consistently avoided eye contact, whips it’s head over to look Alphonse in the eyes, his face twisted and broken in rage. “It’s not fair!” The figure screams at him, the room shaking violently now “67I31T32′S NOT FAI32-/b>Luka’s voice as Alphonse’s vision slowly starts to return to the pleasant sight of Northview Park in summer, as Jenny’s returns to the cozy and welcoming inside of the Howler’s Pillow Pit room. “Can you hear me? I was talking to you buddy …” Alphonse hears, Jenny hearing the ding of her phone as friends invite her out to come spend time with them …