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Ren

"Dear customer, you seem upset. Why don't you tell me what happened over a glass, hm?"

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a character in “The Brittle House”, as played by Cienpher

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Name: Ren
Age: 18 (only in appearance)
Sex: Male
Your Job: Waiter
Other worldly ethnicity: Vampire

Description: Renā€™s otherworldly identity is more apparent than some others, as his fangs are prominent when he grins. Fitting for a vampire, although not all have such, he has blood-red eyes and a paler complexion that sharply contrasts with his darker red-amber hair. His eyes always seem to glint with a teasing light, and have a focused, predatory trait to them. He is taller than the average human of his apparent age, but is not as tall as some others, especially compared to some of the otherworldly beings. He prefers to dress in crimson hues, and thus exchanges the white dress shirt of his uniform for a red one. He can appear frail to some from his skinny appearance, but he is quite far from it.

As a vampire, he has a natural thirst for blood ā€“ a litre a day, or he will die a rather painful death. He can consume other food within moderation, but seeing as it provides no nourishment and little taste, he sees very little point in doing so. Perhaps itā€™s his diet that gives him is lean stature, but it may have to do with his active nature. Being a vampire comes with a fewā€¦ perks, such as heightened physical endurance and strength ā€“ although not extremely so. It just means that an average human and most weaker otherworldly creatures wouldnā€™t be able to stand up to him. He has a keen sense of smell, but only when it comes to blood, and can hear a wider range of sound. This doesnā€™t necessarily mean that his hearing is stronger than most, but he can hear up to a higher and lower frequency of noise, which can be more of a curse than a blessing when a banshee comes along. He can see perfectly fine in the dark, and his eyes have that reflective film in the back like a felineā€™s, often giving them an eerie red glow at night.

Something to note is that while Ren has a rather high level of self control, in the presence of a large amount of fresh pure blood, he might find himself a littleā€¦ disoriented. He wonā€™t be able to resist the temptation of easy prey for long.


Personality: Ren is a great listener, fitting for his love of stories. He is rather popular in the dining hall as the one who knows near everything about everyone ā€“ he knows of the latest gossip, the spreading rumors, and even the darkest secrets of the most prominent figures in the otherworld. However, his methods of gaining such information is rather simple: the Brittle House is a very popular place. All he needs to do is linger about and listen, and he is sure to hear an intriguing story or two. Another key factor is his amiable nature ā€“ yes, he is courteous by nature, but there is no denying that there is an ulterior motive to it as well. His agreeable and kind demeanour often causes customers, and sometimes other employees, to put misplaced trust in him and divulge their private affairs.

He has a tendency to let thingsā€¦ ā€˜slipā€™. Usually heā€™s conscious of this, but every once in a while, a secret he meant to keep secret, escapes as well.

Another reason he may be the popular choice to confide in is the fact that he knows the alcoholic menu best. He is the one to take and bring back the orders of various cocktails, champagnes, gins, tonics, vodkas, wines ā€“ the whole array of drinks ā€“ from Gluttony. Often enough, when he notices a customer get a little tipsy, he offers another glass in that ever-so-polite manner that makes it difficult to resist. Add another, and then one more just for the sake of drinking, and he has a secret ready for the takingā€¦ or a customer ready for a drunken rampage. He finds both highly entertaining. However, often enough, Gwen has to remind him to ā€œstop gossiping like an old ghoulā€, and get back to work ā€“ rather important, as Ren also serves most of the blood-based dishes.

Despite his usual affable nature, Ren is still known as a ā€˜mischievousā€™ waiter for a reason. He has a more devious aspect to him, a side to him that enjoys watching people squirm as he exploits his knowledgeā€¦ in short, he enjoys blackmailing. Sometimes he does so openly, but often times he simply hints at it, and itā€™s enough to make his victim do what he wantā€¦ or Ren can simply taunt others with his knowledge. He is teasing by nature, and canā€™t help but enjoy doing a healthy dose of it hourly. On the other hand, if heā€™s feeling cheerful, he likes to share his cheer, even to those who donā€™t want it. If heā€™s feeling miserable, heā€™ll be sure to let others know with a distinct change in attitude.


Fears:
Serpents ā€“ one has to give Ren credit for the extent this waiter goes to hide this fearā€¦ often claiming to ā€˜not be fondā€™ of them. In all honesty, he canā€™t stand them, and despite maintaining a calm appearance in their presence, he often panics on content. Many a wandering amphisbaena has died at his hands.

Dislikes:
High-pitched Noises ā€“ there is little that annoys him more than a ear-splitting noise that only he can hear. At the very least, he likes sharing his agoniesā€¦

Impure Blood ā€“ as Ren likes to put it, alcohol and blood together is great. The blood of an alcoholic, is not. There is nothing he hates more than tainted blood, and drinking some on mistake could make him feel sick for daysā€¦ and when heā€™s miserable, he likes to spread it to othersā€¦

Being Teased ā€“ mocking others is one thing. Being mocked is another. Ren knows this difference very well, and wonā€™t be very pleased if someone takes to teasing him.


Dreams: Ren dreams of finding the ā€˜ideal bloodā€™. The vampires of the otherworld often speak of finding a blood so delicious, that no other can compareā€¦ that no other will do anymore. Upon hearing this particular rumor, Ren began to obsess over the existence of such a flavour, and took to sampling every drop of blood he could. He has yet to find such an exquisite tasteā€¦ he is a little sceptical that such a thing existsā€¦


History/Other: Ren never had much of a close relationship with his parents. His father was always overseas on business while his mother was a little too fond of her social life and status. As soon as he was old enough to take care of himself, he was left alone at home far too often. At age ten, he was sent to boarding school within in the country, like a burden handed off, and at age seventeen, he received notice that both his parents died in an automobile accident. Ren still feels little sympathy for them.

He was rather nonchalant about the whole ā€˜of ageā€™ issue with custody, and although he turned eighteen in a mere month, let himself be shipped off to the Brittle House. He was in the same batch of orphans as Gwen, and as humans, they tended to avoid each other ā€“ especially since Ren lacked vital social skills at that point in time, and Gwen looked rather daunting with his burns. It wasnā€™t until they were both altered and introduced to the otherworld that any contact was made between the two at all.

A month passed before the otherworldly changes became permanent, and thus Ren turned eighteen before being imprisoned in the otherworld. There, Ren, apparently being the most adaptable and accepting of the group, took it upon himself to get Gwen to see the bright sideā€¦ and eventually, discovered his own social personality. It didnā€™t take long for Ren to get into the pace of otherworldly life, especially since he didnā€™t have any particularly lingering connections with the human world. If anything, he seems rather pleased with his new, more interesting, lifestyle. Now he and the other waiters have a somewhat strained partnership to have a bit ofā€¦ ā€˜funā€™ with the customers. He and Gwen in particular, are the closest things to friends as any of the employees can be with their half-serious joking.

So begins...

Ren's Story

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As the orphans set to rest their bleary eyes, darkness slowly descended upon the mortal world. In most cases, the evening brought with it an ambiance and the peacefulness of sleep. It was anything but such in the case of the Brittle House. In many ways, the night shift of the Brittle House brought forth the most eventful hours of the day ā€“ after all, only the mostā€¦ eccentric of creatures loitered about in the human world to seek the houseā€™s nightly services. Now, how did Gwen know this? Well, seeing as he was one of the busiest waiters on the night shift, he felt that he had the right to pass judgement.

As always, the Dining Hall was marked with full tables and dirtied wooden floors that had just moments before, been swept and polished spotless. Gwenā€™s smile faltered as the sharp note of yet another shattered glass pierced through his ears. His ears, furred, triangular, and perched atop his head, flattened against his skull at the accompanying shriek of one of the female patrons. It was certainly from far away enough, but as a kitsune, a fox-spirit, he was granted the curse of keener senses ā€“ sensitive ears, a finer noseā€¦ Gwen stopped a moment when the one whoā€™d screamed threw a glance in his directionā€¦ and the uncanny ability to attract the opposite gender, apparently under any circumstances. In a well-rehearsed maneuver, the waiter cut around a cluster of tables, away from the accident and unwanted eyes.

Really, in a place like the Brittle House, it was every employee for himself. Compassion or any sense of amiability never ended well. He knew from experience that there was no such thing as a ā€˜pleasant customerā€™, so Gwen took it upon himself to make his life a little easier to live. Just then, a distressingly familiar voice called out, ā€œGwen, why didnā€™t you wake me up?!ā€

ā€¦ Well, as easy as he could make it when some others just tried to make it harder.

Now, it wasnā€™t that Gwen didnā€™t see the other waiter ā€“ it was hard to miss the vampire in his crumpled dress shirt, with red-amber hair a mess and silver nametag askew on his vest. It was just that he'd long since noticed a pattern with this individual: it seemed that whenever Ren appeared on the scene, the kitsune found himself in another mess to attend to. So he instead turned his attention to one of many tables, taking up the empty glasses to return to the kitchen. However, to his dismay, the newly arrived waiter chose to follow, continuing his onslaught of complaints. Before Gwen realized, the one-sided conversation had changed to something far more alarming.

"So anyway, Gwen, I had this dream last night," Ren started. A broad grin displayed his prominent fangs and his crimson eyes flashed with mischief. Nothing good ever followed that expression, so with a warning to his own green eyes, Gwen finally gave the other waiter his attention. "... and I've heard from some of the customers that it's supposed in some human cultures that vampires can turn into bats - " This already sounded bad. "ā€“ so maybe I could use echolocation!" Ren exclaimed, taking up one of the refilled glasses and taking a sip before continuing, "You know, that thing where you navigate using sound alone?"

"That's for a customer," Gwen snapped, but made no attempt to take it back. Instead, picking up a trayful of the other orders, he set off back into the fray of things. "Stop being stupid and get to work," he called before plastering on a pleasant smile and returning to his work.

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'Really, what sort of demented spirit orders mermaid with maiden's blood at this time of night?' Gwen was wheeling a trolley of various platters through the main lobby of the Brittle House at the request of one particularly... ravenous customer. The no-limit room service provided by the establishment was only one of many banes of Gwen's life. Others would include the ever-present fragrance of smoky incense, the shamelessly lustful patrons of the otherworld, and... Ren's ridiculous ideas.

Gwen's composed expression didn't do his surprise justice when he saw the vampire, just a few steps ahead, staggering about with black cloth over his eyes and a trayful of beverages. However, the bewildered one he wore when the blindfolded waiter tripped over one of several bodies strewn about by reception matched his sentiments fairly well. The kitsune didn't even bother wondering why the bodies were there. He abandoned his own order to deal with the one falling to the floor.

For once, it was fortunate that alcohol was such a common order in the Brittle House. Rushing forward, Gwen threw out his hand, and focused on the spilling crimson liquid ā€“ whatever it was had enough alcohol in it to be flammableā€¦ which was perfect for a kitsuneā€™s ability. Before a drop could hit the wooden floor, the liquid burst into blue flame and evaporated. Fox fire ā€“ a convenient flame that burned only what Gwen willed. Unfortunately, it could do little to save the glass which promptly shattered on the ground.

Thoroughly agitated, Gwen rounded on the vampire, who had in the meantime, knocked into some shorter female figure and fallen to the ground. ā€œCould you, for once in your life, not make a spectacle of everything you do?ā€ he hissed in hushed tones, but was cut short as Ren pulled off the blindfold. The vampireā€™s eyes widened in surprise, and Gwen quickly realized why. All further words withered on his tongue.

Humans? That couldnā€™t be right. Humans were never at the Brittle House. They shouldnā€™t be there. They couldnā€™t be thereā€¦ yet strangely enough, there they were. A glance told him that the short, black-haired girl ā€“ the only one conscious, was human as well. ā€˜Why now?ā€™ Gwen knew all too well what role humans played in the works, and he knew that humans had been there beforeā€¦ Hadā€¦ Brittle brought them?

Ren was the first to speak. ā€œSo, lovely first impression we made, eh, Gwen? To the most interesting guests, too.ā€ Lighthearted words. Too lighthearted.

They foretold nothing of the fate to come.

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Flan


He felt hands shaking him, but his eyelids werenā€™t obeying his orders and opening like he wanted them to. ā€œFlanā€¦ time to wake upā€¦ā€ came a sleepy voice. He couldnā€™t quite place exactly who it belonged to, but it filled him with a certain feeling of peacefulness. ā€œWake upā€¦ā€ whispered the same voice - a worried, soft voice. ā€œWake up! All of you wake up!ā€ He was shook again, and his eyelids flickered open slightly. ā€œYou have to wake up! Please!ā€

Flan groaned before shifting slightly on the ground. Strangely enough, it didnā€™t creak, but he didnā€™t have time to react on that development before something crashed into him. That provided the necessary stimulus to wake him up - and his eyes flickered open out of shock and hands flew to comfort the sudden pain in his stomach. What had happened? Had one of his new friends accidentally tripped over him... no, he had fallen asleep! He meant to turn around and apologize to his friendly almost-sister, but his excuses withered on his tongue when he saw the two people in front of him.

One was wearing a black blindfold and possessed red-as-fire hair. While there was nothing that off about his appearance, the male seemed strangely, mainly due to the way that he was staggering around - like those extremely exhausted people who had drunk too much liquid in those movies... But it was the other one who caught his attention. Not only was his hair as shiny and silver as those new coins, but he possessed silver fox ears and a tail. Although it was a costume of sorts, the second person seemed certainly eccentric. Both were wearing suitably formal clothing, with a silver nametag pinned on the shirt.

This had to be a dream. Flan attempted to crack a smile on the ground, before wetting his lips to address the people from his dream. They seemed to be pretty nice, and it wouldn't hurt to be ni - was that fire?! A bright blue flame was falling to the ground, and out of a reflex, Flan turned to stare at their surroundings. Even in this wreck - no...

Wait. His eyes had to be deceiving him, right?

The house was strangely lavish. Instead of the falling over wooden structure, it seemed to be almost a mansion. The floor, next to his eyes, was made out of wood. Not the half rotten wood that Flan recognized from his childhood, but some glossy thing that, had it not been covered in strange substances, would gleam like photographs. Despite that, it still shone. People, almost as strange as the second, were seen vaguely in the background, but Flan, eyes still fogged over with drowsiness, could not make out all the details.

Before Flan's confused eyes, the blue fire flickered and went out - seemingly without any outside interference. "Could you, for once in your life, not make a spectacle of everything you do?" hissed the person wearing a costume, rounding on the blindfolded man. Then, the blindfold came off, and revealed strange... red eyes. Flan nearly yelped from the surprise.

Maybe this drew the attention of the two males, but they both turned their eyes in his direction. Both of them - one silver, the other red - looked at the entire group with inscrutable looks, before one of them spoke in a nonchalant voice. "So, lovely first impression we made, eh, Gwen? To the most interesting guests, too."

He had to be wrong. Flan, wearily, pushed himself up to his feet. They were going to be members of the Brittle family - not just guests. Those two people deserved to know that their entire group would end up happy with their new life with the amazing, nice, awesome Brittle. It had to end up that way. He took a deep breath - not really feeling comfortable to talking to the strange, older people in his dream, but this was some sort of confusion that he couldn't - no, wouldn't allow to stand.

"Um..." his voice was quiet, so he surreptitiously cleared his throat again. So, how would he word this... "We're here to see Mister or Misses Brittle. We were adopted - he can explain." It seemed to be kind of awkward, so Flan attempted to tack on something to the end. "Sir. We're not just guests - we're going to be his family! With all the picnics on the lawn and fun scavenger hunts and everything!" He smiled, one that seemed forced even to him. "Me and Susan and everyone else!"

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Can you relate to those times when you catch yourself falling asleep and wake up with a start.
It felt like that for Ashley Parker when she heard the smashing of a glass. Her body jolted in shock and her eyes flapped open to gain visual on a blurry scene. The surroundings smelt waxed and polished. Golden glows and passing shadows surrounded her as she felt her forehead.

Confusion lasted for a few moments, an uncertain state that left her not knowing where she was last. When she did recall her location her blue eyes widened in bewilderment. This wasnā€™t the run down house. Thinking it was a dream was out of the question when she sat up and gazed around taking in the other Orphans laying about; there was no way she would dream about these losers.

With her head on a swivel she noticed Susan and Flan already on their feet standing stock still, when she followed their line of sight she froze. Her heart flickered like a flame from the adrenaline of both excitement and fear. Just feet away stood two extraordinary boys.

One with glossy silver hair, eyes like a thunder-cloud and the ears and tail of a fox. The other with flame-like hair, crimson eyes and a smile that could stop any heart beat. For some unexplainable reason they were attractive beyond comparison and Ashley felt a lust she never knew she had in her for the silver haired boy. It was so powerful it made her feel physically sick that she wasnā€™t in closer contact with him.
With shaky legs she stood up behind Flan her eyes wide with uncertainty. The three Orphans looked like a litter of baby rabbits caught in the headlights of an on coming vehicle in the shadows of the two Brittle House employees who naturally (as spirits) stood feet above the small build of a human being.

ā€œWhatā€™s going on?ā€ Ashley murmured shallowly.

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The air is thick and murky with incense. The House manufactures foreign heat but those closer to the ground can only feel the bitter chill of the night. A small selection of special spirits loiter tentatively nearby a broad desk playing with their hair whilst sending stealthy glances in their masterā€™s direction.

Through the smoke two luminous, reptilian eyes stare back at them.

Up on the top floor of the House they all linger in mysterious fog, nothing is solid or for certain on the top most floor of the Brittle House. It is the masters utmost domain and only the special spirits know what is what round there aside from him.

ā€œTerraā€ comes his husky murmur from the midst of sweet scented cloud.

A special spirit steps forth and bows awkwardly whilst the others titter childishly to one another in discontent for not being chosen.
Two large Indigo coloured eyes gaze up at the master as Terra hangs upon every passing second waiting for him to bestow a message upon her.
She watches the master with eager eyes as he swirls a finger in the mass of water-coloured cloud that hung closest to him.

ā€œNew employees have arrived. Scattered and chaste in the otherworld, bring them to tea before they aggravate the customers.ā€

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Susan Williams

'Where are we?'
It was odd to have fallen asleep in a torn up home and awake in such a palace, perhaps they were moved during their slumber and placed on the floor? Susan kept searching for a reasonable explanation for this whole thing.Now what of the others around them, the odd look ones, especially the two in front of them? One held some interesting red eyes while the other held silvery fox features, were the cosplaying of some sort? She knew of cosplay cafes, but this, this was a bit to over the top. Even so the two men in front of them did have some attracting features she couldn't help but notice, especially the fox boy. She didn't like this attention, the eyes around them staring as if they were some foreign creatures. She looked towards the others, some still asleep, but Ashley seemed to be awakening. Almost subconsciously she moved behind Flan as if trying to hide a bit from the other creatures that took interest in them.
"Sir. We're not just guests - we're going to be his family! With all the picnics on the lawn and fun scavenger hunts and everything!"

Almost instantly she turned to look at Flan, how could he be so calm right now? Did he think this was all not real, maybe it wasn't though. Maybe this was all still her just dreaming, but to be sure she went ahead and closed her eyes tight and pinched herself as hard as she could manage. When re-opening her eyes they were still there, she pouted a bit, something she couldn't help. It would seem this would have to be real, she hadn't ever experienced a dream so real, now to make sure Flan knew. She pinched Flan on the shoulder, hopefully he would get the message.
Ashley though finally awoke and she asked the question she had planned to ask the suited men in front of them. ā€œWhatā€™s going on?ā€ Ashely didn't seemed too excited about the situation, but she wasn't freaking out either. She seemed to hold a calm demeanor to it all, but it looked as if something was bothering her. Susan couldn't help but think of Brittle, was this his or hers place? Was Brittle some sort of alien that adopted them to test them?! She really didn't want to be dissected like a frog, or perhaps they were going to be food? Maybe that's why Brittle adopted so many of them? She felt she was being a bit negative then usual, so she had at least tried to find something good of this. ' If Brittle really is just adopting us, then we get to live in this huge place!' Satisfied with that thought,
she spoke up " What is this place? Is this some sort of cosplay shop? Did you all drag us here?" her face held a childish suspicious look as she pointed at them from behind Flan.

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The customers were far more rowdy than usual, their antics driving the blond Huldra to wish that somehow, just somehow, her tail was long enough to clobber her own ears. She had no such luck whatsoever. What made the attention of them even worse was the fact that one of the more visible sources eye candy, Gwen, that grumpy and all-too serious silver-haired kitsune, was missing from his usual rounds. Without his powers of distraction, the customers were far moreā€¦ interested in bothering the others, such as herself. When dealing with them was irritating even in the best of times, this just made it worse. Catching sight of a less-than polite wave from an otherworldly spirit, which she vaguely recognized as a Nyx, Rie sighed, and made her way towards the customer.

ā€œDearest Sir, is there anything that I may do to aid you?ā€ she asked, keeping her eyes focused on the space between his eyebrows. The smell of fish pervaded the air this close to the water-dwelling male, and quite frankly, Rie was having a difficult time breathing. Not that her own personal comfort could be placed above that of the more esteemed clients. She recognized this brand of customer. They would normally be the ones chasing after the silver-tailed waiter, for purposes were more disturbingā€¦ than not. Their almost unsettling behavior ranged from simple desire to something a little stronger. At the very least, it was Gwen on the receiving end, not her. Heh, there was no wonder why he was always so irritated.

ā€œHuh,ā€ came the less than understandable reply. ā€œIā€™d like some of that and maybe this and - yes, thatā€™ll be all.ā€ Seeing as the customer was not really referring to anything in particular, Rie attempted to convey her confusion through a quick double-blink and tilt of the head. The smile remained. She was ignored, before the customer turned back to sharing his highly improbable exploits to his partner.

Rie almost opened her mouth to speak, before remembering that a customer was not to be disturbed in any state - other than outright emergencies. Taking that as her cue to leave, she, carrying a silver tray in one hand, strode, almost glided off. Plus, she wasnā€™t in the mood to deal with them at the moment. Caught up in her own thoughts, the huldra was unable to place that calm smile over her own countenance, and therefore, was unable to remain the perfect waitress that she almost prided herself on. It wasnā€™t like Gwen to be missing from his duties, as he was type that spent all his life doing his job. Neither could she spot that red-haired vampire, Ren, who, while being a boring type of spirit, was far too happy about everything for his own good. He was also the source of plenty of problems. The two of them, fitting their rhyming names, tended to be seen together, although their personalities clashed.

It seemed as though while debating such issues, there was no way that she would be able to concentrate. Perhaps it was time to find that kitsune. Just for her own mental comfort.

All sheā€™d do is somehow get the uptight waiter to wander around the area, drawing all attention, and taking that chance, she would be able toā€¦ pick the better customers for her own attention. The huldra wandered off, ignoring a customerā€™s call for aid, pretending as though she hadnā€™t seen it. Anyways, there was another waiter heading in that relative direction. It quite wouldnā€™t do for her to steal a tip, would it?

Scanning the crowd with her blue eyes, she caught a glimpse of Gwenā€™s blue fox-fire, brighter than anything else in the nearby area. Ah, he was there, was he? Rie quickened her step, before the Huldra caught sight of the distinctive of both males - Gwenā€™s silver mane and Renā€™s crimson. ā€˜I wonder what in the world theyā€™re doing?ā€™ Half in her mind to chastise them for doing nothing of worth, continued to observe from afar. She wouldnā€™t involve herself, until she realized if there was a prank worth doing. The things you do for boredom.

Behind the two, there seemed to be movement, and Rie changed her viewing position to take a better look at them. Customers were the best beings to play with - their irritating features making such actions akin to revenge. There were a few upright customers, and two were even lying on the floor. With a frown, she looked at the prone bodies more closely - it was still early in the night, and usually people did not pass out untilā€¦ hours later. But that wasnā€™t the most important thing. To the best of her knowledge, they lacked even the more normal of otherwordly characteristics. No strange body parts, nothing really that set them off from the rest. ā€œWhat is this place? Is this some sort of cosplay shop? Did you all drag us here?ā€ Watching the girl closely, there was not even the telltale glimpse of saliva-drenching, blood-yearning fangs.

Pranks momentarily forgotten, she continued to stand there, unable to bring herself to making the next step forward. Could they perhaps beā€¦

It couldnā€™t be possible. Humans did not enter the Brittle House. It just couldnā€™t beā€¦

Brittle wouldnā€™t haveā€¦

From her confused eyes, she watched as the other two prone bodies straightened upright, albeit not at the same time, each of them spouting words from their mouth. ā€œW-what...I mean,w-who are you?ā€¦ā€ If it made her happier somehow, it seemed as though they, too, had no idea what they were doing here.

ā€œ[b]What the hell?
came the other, more abrasive tone. This was a true enigma. Finally unable to hold back her interest in the current proceedings, she finally made the last steps necessary to stand by the side of the male waiters. She made sure to keep her tone and words light, butā€¦ ā€œMost Esteemed Guests,ā€ she blinked, before continuing, ā€œis there a reason why youā€™re here of all places?ā€

A black-haired child, really, spoke up, with a voice filled with indignation. ā€œWeā€™ve been adopted by Mister Brittle, maā€™am. Weā€™re going to be part of the family and everything. And weā€™ll have fun, every single day. And weā€™ll have a perfect life, Iā€™m telling you!ā€

W-what was going on?