Dungeon Nursery の小説・ストーリー

"Come, little bunny! Be a good bunny and open the door! Hi there, let's play catch with the ball! "If you don't have a ball, we can use your head!" When the round object flipped over, it revealed itself to be a child’s head! The eyes had been gouged out, leaving two bloody sockets in place. It grinned at me with daggered teeth. I proceeded to pick up the head and smiled. "Be good. Let’s go find your body. Or else, I’ll force medicine into your mouth." Rule number five of nursing: Be patient with children. They may be naughty, but they are all good kids.

Who knows, maybe when daddy arrives he won't play with us? “I don’t know that anymore, unfortunately! After eating we went to the games room where we spent the rest of the day playing and Dr. Charles didn't show up. I then went to bathe Yan and put him to sleep, but he asked me if he could sleep with me, he was too sad to be alone. That once again moved me, how needy Yan felt and how could you say no to a child who just wanted love and attention? That was impossible, so I let him stay in my room and sleep with me without any problems, I just hope he doesn't disturb me.

She didn't even know this room existed. "Open it," Luke said, his eyes shining with excitement. Ava's hands trembled as she slid the key into the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, revealing a room that took her breath away. The room was a nursery, filled with all the things they would need for their unborn child. The walls were painted a soft, creamy pink, and the furniture was white and elegant. A crib stood in the center of the room, adorned with delicate lace and a soft, plush mattress. A changing table stood against one wall, stocked with diapers and baby clothes.

The nursery was no longer a sanctuary of soft wool and carved wooden toys. It had become a pressurized chamber of shadow and light. As Killian and I burst through the door, the black water seeping from the vents was already pooling on the rug, obsidian liquid that moved with a predatory intent toward the three small beds in the center of the room. "Stay back!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

“Baby, we haven’t even started the nursery yet. With the twins it was done by now.” “Dad is taking over for me, so we will start it first thing in the morning.” Anthony wasn’t lying, there were eight people in the room getting it ready in the morning, it was done by that night. “You want to see what it looks like?” “Can you help me up the stairs?” Anthony picked her up and carried her to the new nursery. The room was rose teal and had little woodland animals all over it. The cribs were violet with clouds on them. “This room is perfect for out little girls.”

“I need to go. Make sure one of you is with her for the whole time.” When I took the lift to the dungeon, one of the war team was already waiting for me in the hall of the dungeon. The dungeon was actually just our term for a three-level basement that Zephyr had built to maximise the use of the hideout. The north dungeon is right below the dorm. It’s for the lab and also the clinic.

Inside, the room was beautiful. Warm light poured through tall windows overlooking the sanctuary grounds. The bed was vast and layered in pale fabrics softer than clouds. Water moved through channels carved into the floor, filling the air with the sound of gentle rivers. Flowers bloomed from living walls, their scent changing with the time of day. Shelves already held books, blankets, carved toys, and tiny clothes in colors I had never requested. The nursery beside it was somehow even more dangerous to my composure. Two cribs. Two rocking chairs.

The scent of sterilized air and baby lotion hung in the corridors, creating an ambiance of care and warmth. Reaching the nursery, a nurse guided me to where little Damian lay. The room was bathed in a soft, muted light, creating a cocoon of serenity around the sleeping infants. My heart swelled with emotion as I caught sight of my son, swaddled in blankets, his tiny features peaceful in repose.

I couldn't resist his handsome face and I nodded at him while trying to keep myself from smiling too much. Hand in hand, with our Entourage behind us, we made our way to the royal nursery. Every maid working at the nursery bowed at us respectfully as we entered the large chamber decorated with pink tapestries and many paintings suitable for a toddler. At one side of the room was a queen-sized soft bed covered in expensive silk. There was a small table and a loveseat on the rugged floor.

I stormed down the hall to the secondary stairs and went down to the dungeon. There were no bars on the windows. No dank or exposed cement or cinder block walls. The dungeon was actually quite opulent. A sensory explosion of textures, sights, smells, and sounds. My mouth ticked up at the corner. And most definitely tastes. I could hear Synra in the connected bathroom. So I took some time and got the scene set up. She knew not to come out here until I knocked on the bathroom door. The lights were automatically set to a lower level than most normal living spaces, but I lowered them a touch more. I was feeling a might predatory tonight. I needed to chase. To hunt. To attack. To claim.