Something isn't right about this place. Forgive me if that seems a bit obvious from my being physically present here instead of being non-existant for the rest of eternity, but give me a break. No one really knows what happens when you don't exist, I thought this might be it.
Chara was used to seeing monsters, but even by that standard, some of the beings they crossed were just.. Odd. it started with the red faced man with a tree growing out of his. Gregory moved hara away from him quickly. Then the fox boy with two tails who sat next to a self, shattering to a dead flower. Gregory just chuckled at that sight. Gregory was also wary of letting Chara get too near the man who was strung up to the ceiling, looking like a sentient scaling set.
"You'll have plenty of time to meet the other guests after you've gotten settled in my dear." Gregory said, leading Chara further down the hall. Eventually they reached the room was, evidently, going to be Chara's. Chara was a bit concerned by the door next to theirs, as it looked like more of a safe door than one to someone's room.
"We have to keep a short leash on that one." Gregory said, opening the door to Chara's room "Never you mind it. I'm sure he won't harm you. So long as you don't get too near his door. Or too near the wall between your room and his."
This wasn't very reassuring, as Chara's bed was directly pressed against the dividing wall between their rooms, and there appeared to be several small holes in it where someone or something had claws into it.
"You'll have to forgive me, we still haven't finished repairing the room from the last time he attacked a guest. Lucky for you he did though; we'd have been full up without any spare rooms otherwise." Gregory chuckled.
Chara's first instinct was one of fear for what their new neighbor may have done to the previous occupant of the room. But there was something off with Gregory's voice. Chara couldn't explain it, and for the moment ignored the feeling, but she felt strongly that he wasn't telling the truth, or at least not all of it.
"Well, have a good night my dear." Gregory said, closing the door once Chara had entered it, leaving them to look around the place alone. There wasn't much to it really; a bed, a window, a desk with a trashcan next to it, an empty dresser, and an unsettled groaning coming from the wall…
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