Hecabbit's Room
You all slowly trickle into the ruins, a beautiful melody spurring you on. All of you walked at a quicker pace than usual, the jingling sounds of rapid footsteps being coaxed by the
Bardic Winds. Before long, you were standing before an old door. It took awhile and you all looked at each other, sharing a knowing glance, before someone stood up and opened the door. You were tense as the wooden opening slid open with a bloodcurdling
screech, revealing what was inside.
It was a large room. An empty one. It seemed as though no one had inhabited it for a great many years, and that was to be expected from the state of dilapidation you had found the ruins in. As you stepped forward, you felt a chill. The wind blew past the entryway as the walls chipped and cracked, so fragile with age that a mere gust could damage it so greatly. The room was distinct for its lack of furniture or hospitality. It was cold, desolate, and dangerous. The walls were perfectly clear of any decor except for the four clocks that stood on the opposite end of where you were now. Despite the fact that the clocks had seemingly stopped working, frozen in four distinct times, there was a
ticktock that permeated through room. It seemingly came from nowhere yet everywhere, the hollowness of the room echoing the sound.
The only other item that rightfully belonged in the room was a brown rabbit. A statue, perhaps, that sat right below the four clocks and had a menacing look to it. There was no way any type of machinery could survive this long, yet when one of you took another step closer the resounding
ticktock grew louder. At this point, it was obvious as to where the sound had originated and a great many of you stared at the clock of apprehension, wariness, or fascination. To your surprise, the rabbit began to flicker a yellow light for a split second. Then, it happened again. And again. Longer and longer each time as you all stood there until the light suddenly flashed one last time and stayed on.
The clock hands refused to move and the rabbit's eye seemed to gleam and stare straight at you. Finally, with the newfound light illuminating the room, you could find one last part that you were all missing from the scene. There was a dark, almost unnoticeable door that laid on the right-hand wall. It stood a grand 6 feet yet was slim and quiet, closing in on itself. The moment one of you walked up and tried to turn the knob, however, it was locked. There was no way to break through it despite being made of flimsy material, seemingly protected by some sort of ancient magic beyond the skill of anyone of your party.
"The puzzle here," a voice pierced through the air. There was a rush of wind and you look behind you to see the cloaked creature once again.
"Solve it to move forward. You can do that, right?" it smiled as, once again, it disappeared as soon as it came. The rabbit gave another
ticktock and you all looked at the cause of it. The four clocks and the rabbit were disturbingly obvious in their meaning.
Another closer look at the objects in question had revealed several things to all of you. The clocks all showed different times, the rabbit construction had its hands on 4:20 and, for the most important conclusion, another piece of paper hung out from the rabbit's paw. Written in a childish scribble with an assortment of crayons read:
“
my name is hecabbit! nice to meet you!
just find my mirror image!”
It was a puzzle you'd have to solve to move forward and, idly, you hoped it wasn't a trap.