Setting: In a SUPER-SECRET LOCATION beneath the kitchen.
Time: Night 004
Summary: Alphonse is taken for his turn in the night's "festivities".
Warnings: HOLY SHIT, MAN, THERE'S PLOT IN THIS THAR THREAD. Also, violence done to a restrained, helpless little blind kid. :< Also, creepiness? LOLTORTURE.
In spite of their size, the spectres made no sound as they approached Al's cell. No footsteps echoed across the gleaming white walls or floor, no voices filtered through the apparent gas-masks covering their faces in muted conversation, not even any rustling of their long white cloaks disturbed the perfect silence. They moved with a unity of purpose that could be nothing but premeditated, if they didn't have some way of communication among them that was beyond human ears' capabilities, and stopped in front of Al's door, one on each side.
One opened the door and stepped back, while the other moved to fill in the space left, preempting any dash for freedom the boy might attempt. Expressionless--or not, considering that not a bit of a face could be seen beneath the mask--, it--he? She?--went into the cell, intent on restraining Al to transport him once again. Who knew where their next destination would be?
Somewhere even worse than this one seemed to be the only readily apparent answer.