one painting burned

[thehangedrose]

[Open the journal, and you might hear the slight mumble of somebody talking to himself under his breath.]

Okay, so right now, I need to go get eggs, and milk, and ooh, stop by the laundromat for the handkerchief, and-

[There's an abrupt pause.]

Wait. This isn't...

[Garry looks around, realizing that this is not the place he was in before. No, this isn't the outside of an art gallery. This is a lobby of some building he's never been before. Huh.]

I'm...just going to leave now. Yes. [There's the sound of stamping as Garry wanders over to the door of the lobby.] See, there are doors, I can just go and lea-

[CREAAKKK. The doors opens, and that is definitely the outside. But not any outside he knows.]

...What. Why is-what's going on? And what keeps poking me in my coat...?

[A few ruffling noises, and then suddenly, whatever Garry has discovered in his coat sends him into a state of agitated hyperventilation.]

No. No no no no NO NO NO. Th-this...this can't be happening. This is all just  some sort of mental kickback to what happened before, a-and...why do I have this? I shouldn't have this...

I'm finally going crazy, right? That's it...that explains everything. Good for you, Garry, you're insane. I knew that place would do horrible things to my mental health...

[A long pause, before he adds, quietly:]

At least I haven't seen any dolls yet...

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[thehangedrose]

[A long pause as he tries to figure this out.]

...

Are you a wizard?

[WHAT IT'S THE MOST LOGICAL EXPLANATION HE CAN COME UP WITH]

[precede]

Fancy that.

[ He walks toward the kitchen and steps in without holding the door for Garry. ]

I'm something different entirely. But this [ He gestures at the bottle. ] is the castle's gift. Think of it as a welcome drink.

[thehangedrose]

[He rushes forward to catch the door before it closes before following in and looking around at the kitchen with interest before turning back to Klaus and his bottle.]

How come you got one and I didn't, though? Or is that my welcome gift?

...How do castles gives gifts, anyways?!

[precede]

[ He takes out two tumblers and starts serving the whiskey, pouring a little more for himself. ]

Try wishing, it might oblige if you ask nicely.

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[thehangedrose]

Wishing...?

[He frowns slightly at the whiskey as he tries to figure out what that means, exactly.]

So, what, do I have to go and say "I wish for a paintbrush" if I want one, I mean, that's-

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[thehangedrose]

[And then a paintbrush just clatters right on the table in front of him, and Garry literally jumps in place.]

...

[He'll just stare at it for a moment while his brain tries not to break, give him a few seconds, Klaus.]

Okay. That's-that's new.

[precede]

[ He laughs at Garry's expense, in a wholesome way, and brings him the half-filled glass of whiskey. ]

It's pretty sweet, isn't it?