#merleon

Leon jolted upright from his sleep as a shriek sounded through the walls. And turned to see the other side of the bed empty. “Wha- Merlin? Was that you?!” He shouted tiredly as he rubbed his eyes.

He stumbled out of bed and flicked on the light switch in the room, “are you alright?” He asked into the dark hallway, when he got no reply he worriedly continued, “Merlin?”

That was when he turned his head and realized the bathroom light down the hall was on.

“Merlin did you trip when getting out the shower again?” Gods had he hit his head?  Is that why he wasn’t replying?

Why would he even be showering so late?

But once he reached the bathroom door, which was left ajar, and nudged it open, it was empty. No sign of Merlin anywhere. Had he accidentally teleported? Leon had thought that Merlin had learned to control it, but maybe he hadn’t.

Before he could turn out of the vacant bathroom, he tripped, but there wasn’t anything on the floor he could’ve possibly tripped on, it was like the ground had vanished from under him.

Okay was it just him or was the drop to the ground far longer than it should’ve been?

Wait, were the bathroom walls always yellow?

Leon grunted as he hit the floor, but not the right floor. The floor his face was smooshed against was carpeted yellow and smelt moist.

He slowly stood up, disoriented. Where the hell was he? This Definitely wasn’t his bathroom.

The walls were yellow as well, the lights on the ceilings were evenly spaced from each other, but the room was strangely empty. It was quiet besides a buzzing that echoed through the walls.

There seemed to be multiple hallways attached to the room, but they all looked the same as the current room.

He looked up to where he had fallen but there was no hole in the ceiling.

Had Merlin made a pocket dimension? But why would he make it in the bathroom?

Despite that, he went down one of the hallways to the left, but has he expected, it just led to more rooms. Some walls didn’t even make sense, placed in Random areas, leading no where. There were some hallways with no lights at all, which he swiftly turned away from. He wasn't dealing with that.

“Merlin? Is this a prank? Because this is weird even for you.”

As he kept walking his unease grew, something about this place felt off.

His suspicions were confirmed as he heard something scrap against the wall and turned to face the noise, “Hello? Merlin!” But there was nothing there.

Out of all the things he’s gone through in his long life this was probably the weirdest. And worst. Evil sorcerers and magical creatures be dammed.

He sped up his pace as he ventured further through the rooms, but they seemed to be getting weirder the farther he went. Flickering lights, louder buzzing, he had even started to find objects in certain places. Some chairs and shelves, some were half way through the floor or wall.

Was there even an end to this place? There has to be right?? Surely—

BANG!

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