The Schematics of Honest's Room

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At the end of the hallway, a blindingly girly door can be seen from a mile away. It's covered in florescent pink shag carpet that looks like it has seen one too many vodka parties--the smell of the strong drink is intoxicating, especially when paired with the expensive French perfume that's been sprayed on it in an attempt to cover up the previous aroma. Of course, the withered dandelions that appear to have sprouted from the carpet itself don’t help. When inspected closely, one can tell that the stains on the carpet and dandelions have been strategically placed to look like... people. Most disturbingly, at the center of the door is a collage of the members of Titans Central; Zack Wylder is right next to Liev, and appears to be kissing him affectionately.

The doorknob is completely out of place; it’s an ordinary doorknob... that is, until someone puts their hand on it. If you are Liev Aleksandr Ehrlichmann--the owner of the door and room behind it--a melodious applause can be heard, along with a very high-pitched, “WELCOME BACK, LIEVEE! IT’S SO GREAT THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO GRACE US WITH YOUR PRESENCE!” If you happen to be Zack Wylder (better known as Silent Night), the theme from Titanic will play, followed by a recording of Liev saying, “Oh, Zackie-Poo! I’m thrilled that you’ve finally decided to be my husband.” If you are anyone else, you’ll simply be told, “If you’re here for negative purposes, leave. But if you’re here to admire the glorious paradise within, by all means come in.”

And a glorious paradise the room is, indeed... if you’re Honest. The room is divided into three sections. The first and most noticeable is what appears to be a little girl’s dream bedroom, fully decked out with pink bedding, wallpaper, furniture, carpet--everything. There are even rainbows painted all over the place, followed by prancing white unicorns. You can smell a mixture of flowers and cotton candy; logical because there is a bouquet of daises and dandelions perched on the night-stand, right next to a cotton candy-making machine.

The next section is an odd one. The walls are painted dark purple, but you can only see a bit of it because there are mirrors covering the majority of the space. They’re on the walls, ceilings, and the floor. There is a large dresser, painted in the same dark purple that’s on the walls. When inspected closely, you can see intricate detailing: a theater, actors, actresses, masks, costumes, and plays being performed are all part of the array. If you are brave enough to open the ominous dresser, you will find quite a bewildering sight. An unbelievable amount of costumes are hanging from tiny hooks, and appear to be stretching on forever. When looked at thoroughly, one sees that the costumes and hooks do go on forever--they continue on until you can’t see any further... but the width of the dresser is still only measures four feet. And on each side of the costumes, there are hundreds of masks in display. There are ones of familiar faces -- Oprah, Lady Gaga, Adolph Hitler, Beethoven, Attila the Hun, and so many others. Some are of ordinary-looking people, like someone you’d see crossing the street. Then there are masks of animals, mythical beasts, and creatures that you’ve never seen or heard of until now. But most peculiarly, there are blank masks. They appear to have never been started or even finished. The cutouts for the eyes, nose, and mouth vary, but all seem to stare at you with mysterious longing.

The last section is very small, and hardly noticeable. But there is a feeling of hated, depression, and hostility in the air when entered. The walls haven’t been painted, nor has wallpaper been put up. Dull, grey concrete is all that’s there. An old photo album rests on a single, deteriorating stool--it’s caked with dust, untouched for what seems like hundred of years. On the cover of the album, the name “Ehrlichmann” is inscribed in gold letters. Beneath it, there are pages filled with ancient photographs, some burned, others faded, and a few that have been torn down the middle, then mended with tape. The people in the photos have dark hair, with even darker eyes. They’re all dressed in black Victorian-Era clothes, and wear blank yet haunting expressions. On the last two pages, a portrait of a handsome young man with slicked-back hair and a proud--almost snooty--smile is featured. All of the photos of him are in black and white, even though he’s wearing modern clothing and electric lamps can be seen in the background... except for the one on the very last page. The handsome young man now looks like a horrific monster; his eyes are bright, piercing red, and you can now seen that his shirt is stained with the same-colored blood. Beneath the photograph is tiny, scrawled handwriting that reads,


Beneath the writing is a small, cropped photo of an identical man, only with eyes the color of gold, followed by another set of handwriting:


The room as a whole is mysteriously contradictory, just like the owner himself.