Creepy encounter – TTW with room 8

John had crawled out of the sleeping bag and left Meg to sleep in it for now. He was getting stiff sleeping on the floor. And besides he was starting to feel dirty.
He moved into the mockery of a bathroom. Taking a piss and then opening the facet to have the water run and fill the sink. Starting to work the soap into the water to wash himself. Taking his shirt off and folding it on the closed toilet lid.
Washing his face and armpits. He so wished to be back in a room that had a proper shower.
After finishing washing up he drained the water and leaned lower to pick up his shirt. Stopping when he heard the sounds of running water, like a shower. He froze in his position and listened. Locating the source of the sound and moving closer to the wall. How had he not seen this hole before?
John, against his better judgement moved close enough to peek through the hole. Half expecting something to come and look straight back at him, or poke his eye out.
Now almost wanting to have had his eye poked out when he was greeted with the naked body of another man. "Jesus bloody Christ...." He cursed under his breath, trying to forget what he had just spied on.

The cold water, as expected, helped him soothe his growing fears, and quickly, Christopher was deep in his thoughts; thinking about freedom, his house, his friends… He missed it all so much already, how was he expected to stay here for possibly months? He honestly disliked this place, but at least this was peaceful enough, pleasant and calm..

“Jesus bloody Christ...”

WHAT THE HELL. His heart skipped a beat at this sudden intrusion of his alone time, as his eyes instantaneously opened wide, and he felt himself slip on the wet shower floor, trying his best to remain stable by supporting his weight with his arms against the wall. This was not Kida. This wasn’t even a woman. Someone else, a rather faint voice, was with him in the bathroom.
The man finally managed to stop his fall and leaned his back against the wall for a short minute. Now that he had managed to calm down and think clearly, he wasn’t even sure why he’d freaked out like that. It’s not like this was his first time hearing strange things at random moments.

Christopher got back on his feet and readjusted his balance, staying under the water, exposing himself freely again, not even bothering to hide his body. Well, it had been a while, but this was bound to happen. Of course he still had his confused moments when tired or recently awakened, but he hadn’t had any access to his medication since he’d been thrown in this hell-hole, so he’d just been left waiting for the day he would start hallucinating during normal moments of the day. Apparently, it had come.
His eyes still searched across the tiny room, his hands busy running through his wet body. That was weird. His hallucinations were more often visual than auditory, and if it had to start somewhere, he didn’t think it would start with the latter. He was still expecting some face to pop up anywhere in the room, yet no strange figure appeared to him.

    - Where are you? – he casually asked, half to himself, still washing, not even sure he would get an actual answer.

John leaned his back against the wall. Trying his best to forget ever seeing the other man's naked junk. Right about now he sort of wanted to see Megsy's pretty little boobs bouncing in front of him to help him erase the vision.
Suddenly he heard the man ask where he was. Cursing that the other had heard him. Well this was going to be an awkward talk through the wall.
John knocked on the wall, three short and fast knocks. "Over here. In the other room."

Christopher raised an eyebrow. Knocking? That wasn’t a first, but it still surprised him a little. If he was to hear something else right now, he expected it to be a voice again. Oh well.
The voice did come back though. Chris stopped washing himself to focus on the sound, knowing very well that it was just his imagination, but still curious after all.

"Over here. In the other room."

The room? He frowned. Was this somebody from another room talking to him? Another prisoner? Could it be? Or was this just his head messing with him?
He stopped the water, still wondering, not answering the voice right away. If this was fake, he didn’t really want to start chatting with himself and take the risk of his roommate hearing him and worrying about his mental health. He hadn’t told her about his situation.
He examined the wall, wondering once again if this was for real. The wall looked rather solid, maybe even too big to talk through. There wasn’t really anything noticeable on it, except maybe what seemed to be a tiny hole…

A hole. Oh. Fuck.

Ooooh, fuck.

    - … What…!!!

He almost jumped off the shower, grabbing the nearest piece of cloth he could find – his shirt – to quickly hide his crotch. This was for real. This was sooo for real.

    - Who the hell are you?? Another prisoner? – he yelped, not really worried about waking up Kida anymore.

Well that was an over the top reaction to his simple answer John thought. "I am John. Who the hell might you be?" He asked with a matching tone from the other man behind the wall.
"And yes, I am a prisoner here like you." He answered more calmly now.

    - My name’s Christopher Bjørgman. I’ve just been here for a few days. – he answered after taking a deep breath - And you?

Christopher sighed, his heart still beating a little too fast. He really hoped he could actually tell the difference between a real person and a, well, not-real one, right away. In the meanwhile, the best he could do was get himself dry and put his clothes on – while still making sure not to be visible from the hole.

    - Look, not that I’m judging you or anything – he said, judging him – but do you often watch us while we’re in the shower like this?

It’s not like it was creepy, but… yeah. Yeah, it was creepy. Really creepy.

"A month it feels like. I am not sure." He answered truthfully. "I have lost count." He confessed. Sometimes it felt like he had slept for days in a row rather than just the recommended eight hours. "When you have no windows in the room and only nap and eat and walk circles in the room you get confused on what is day and what is night." He said again.
He had been outside a few days ago, but had not really been able to enjoy it.
John was a little appalled though when he asked him the peeking question. Not knowing if he should laugh or shout.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but guys don't really excite me." He said truthfully, assuming that this Christopher was roomed with another guy. "So you and your roomate are safe." He said shaking his head. Never thinking he would have ended up in a conversation like this.
"How do I know you haven't been watching us while we have been using the toilet?"

    - Yeah, I’ve started to notice how boring and repetitive things tend to be around here. He said with a hint of worry. He was doing well so far, but it had only been a couple of days; he had no idea how well he would cope when it was… a month? Dear God, that long? We don’t have any windows in here either, I try to keep track of the time by counting the meals…

Now he just had to hope that their captor wasn’t playing with them, changing the orders of the dishes and giving them dinner for breakfast. Then he would really have no idea what to think anymore, and he didn’t have the more stable mind around to begin with.

    - Me? I just arrived here, I didn’t even know we could talk like this ! – he quickly justified himself. He decided not to mention Kida. If this John wasn’t into other men, then he probably liked women, and he didn’t want him to know he could spy on one as well. He didn’t know him enough to trust him yet, after all. I didn’t even know you were there until you told me it was you.

True, he had talked to John before he had been made aware that the sound came from the other room, but that’s not like he could have helped it, anyway.

John bit his lip, not really knowing what to say. "At least you have a shower. We only have a sink that we can use for washing." He said trying to spring up some sort of conversation.
"Yeah, I only have talked to two other people in my previous room through the wall. I don't know I feel like it is more comfortable to talk to someone face to face." He thought aloud.
"But then again you can see more people at these random games we seem to have from time to time." He was thinking out loud. "You haven't been in one have you?" He asked the guy.

No shower? Wash in a sink? Christopher gave his tiny bathroom a look. Maybe he shouldn’t be so bitter about his lack of soaps and single towel – or the hole in the wall with clear view on his genitalias. At least he could actually stand under warm running water whenever he felt like it. Privileges.

    - Same, but… it’s still kind of nice to know there are other people around – he confessed – I like my roommate and all, but having to be completely alone together, having no idea if there’s any other form of human life near… I think I’d lose my mind. I probably shouldn’t be wishing for other people to be trapped here with me, though…

Of course he’d rather be talking to John face to face than… well, junk to eye. And of course he didn’t want anyone else to be in the situation he was in. And of course, neither of those statements could find a common ground, so this compromised thinking would have to do for now.

    - I’ve never been in one of those, no… but my roommate warned me about them. Told me that people have died in them – he contemplated the ground for a second, tugging at the shirt he had just put on, dressing back up as soon as he had been dry enough. The idea of possibly dying really frightened him. And as days passed, his doubt that maybe Kida was lying to me was starting to shatter. Denial had played its part, now it was time for realisation. - … have you been in one of those? How was it?


[Not sure we can still continue this thread, but the question will have been asked x’D]