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prosegalaxy · 5 months

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The Enigmatic Hallway: A Gothic Adventure

The door creaked as they pushed it open, revealing a long, narrow hallway lined with dusty portraits that seemed to watch their every move. "I don't trust those eyes," Alex whispered, shuddering at the lifelike gaze of the mysterious figures. "We have to keep moving," Kara urged, her voice echoing through the corridor. ``` Alex and Kara stood before the entrance of a dimly lit hallway, each feeling the weight of the mysterious atmosphere surrounding them. The dusty portraits lining the walls seemed to watch their every move, casting eerie shadows on the ancient floor. As they began to walk down the hallway, the silence was broken by Alex's sudden whisper, "Did you feel that?" Kara stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "Feel what?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Alex pointed to a nearby portrait of an old man with piercing blue eyes. "That," he replied, his voice trembling with fear. "It felt like...like the eyes were following us." Kara swallowed hard, trying to suppress her own growing anxiety. "Maybe it's just our imagination," she suggested, though she was far from convinced. As they continued down the hallway, the tension between them grew palpable. The air seemed to thicken with each step they took, and the portraits seemed to stare at them more intensely. Finally, they reached the end of the hallway and found themselves in a large room filled with bookshelves that stretched up to the ceiling. Alex was the first to speak. "This place...it's like something out of a nightmare." He shuddered, glancing back down the hallway as if expecting the old man's eyes to follow him once more. Kara nodded in agreement, her voice barely a whisper. "We should find a way out of here," she suggested. As they began to search for an exit, a sudden gust of wind blew through the room, rustling the pages of the books on the shelves and sending a chill down their spines. Alex and Kara exchanged glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. In that moment, they heard a faint whisper from somewhere within the room. It was so soft that they could barely make out the words, "Follow me." Kara grabbed Alex's arm, her eyes wide with fear. "Did you hear that?" she whispered. Alex nodded, his own heart racing. "I did," he replied, his voice barely audible. They followed the whisper, which led them to a hidden door behind the bookshelves. As they opened it, they found themselves in an even more ancient and mysterious chamber, filled with dusty artifacts and ancient scrolls. And as they stepped further into the room, they couldn't help but feel that their actions were leading them down a path from which there would be no turning back. The end is left ambiguous as the story continues to unfold, leaving the reader in suspense and wondering what will happen next in this Gothic tale of adventure, discovery, and dangerous decisions. Alex and Kara cautiously stepped into the hallway, their eyes scanning the dusty portraits that seemed to watch them. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, as if the walls could close in on them at any moment. As they moved forward, the shadows flickered, casting eerie shapes on the floor and creating an unsettling feeling of being watched. "Do you feel that?" Kara whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Feel what?" Alex replied, trying to sound confident but feeling his heartbeat race. Kara pointed at a shadow shifting in the corner of their vision. "I think someone or something is following us." "Maybe it's just our imagination," Alex suggested, though he couldn't shake the feeling of being observed. Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew through the hallway, extinguishing the flickering candles and leaving them in near darkness. The eerie silence that followed was broken only by their rapid breathing. "We need to find out what's back there," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her pounding heart. Alex nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to push away the fear. "Let's keep moving." As they continued down the hallway, a series of strange occurrences began to unfold. Doors creaked open and closed on their own, footsteps echoed in the distance, and cold drafts whispered past them. Kara clung tightly to Alex as they moved further into the darkened mansion, her faith in him the only thing keeping her grounded. Finally, they came across a hidden door behind a row of dusty bookshelves. With trembling hands, Alex pushed the books aside and revealed the door, which creaked open to reveal a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The room seemed to hold secrets that were waiting to be discovered, and their hearts raced in anticipation of what lay ahead. As they entered the chamber, the story continued to unfold, leaving the reader wondering what would happen next in this Gothic tale of adventure, discovery, and dangerous decisions. Alex and Kara entered the dusty hallway, each step echoing like a whisper through the silent chamber. The portraits lining the walls seemed to watch them intently, their eyes following the pair as they moved forward. "Do you think these paintings are alive?" Kara asked, her voice barely more than a breath. "I don't know," Alex replied, shivering slightly despite the room's cool temperature. "They just seem...so lifelike." As they continued down the hallway, the air grew colder and a faint breeze seemed to rustle the pages of the books on nearby shelves. Kara clung to Alex's arm, her teeth chattering. "Hey, are you okay?" Alex asked, concern etched into his voice. "I...I think I saw something out of the corner of my eye," Kara whispered, her eyes darting around nervously. "It felt like we were being watched." Alex paused, scanning the hallway for any sign of movement. "There's nothing here, just the paintings." They resumed their journey, the air growing colder with each step. Finally, they reached a hidden door behind a row of bookshelves. Alex pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The pair stepped inside, leaving the door slowly closing behind them, sealing them in the mysterious room. Inside, they stood awestruck by the sight before them. Candles flickered on pedestals, casting eerie shadows across the walls. A sense of foreboding filled the air as they explored the chamber, each artifact telling a story of forgotten times and lost civilizations. "I wonder what's hidden in these scrolls," Kara whispered, running her fingers over one of the ancient texts. "Could they hold the secrets to this place?" Alex nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Perhaps...but we must be careful. This is a dangerous world we've stumbled upon." As they delved deeper into the chamber, their unease grew, fueled by the knowledge that they were alone in a realm filled with the unknown. The story continued to unfold, leaving them and the reader captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of the dusty hallway, their eyes scanning the lifelike portraits that lined the walls. The eerie atmosphere created an air of distrust and unease between them. "Do you think these paintings are real people?" Kara asked nervously. "I don't know," Alex replied, his voice barely audible above the creaking floorboards beneath their feet. "They look so... lifelike." As they continued down the hallway, a chilling gust of wind blew through the room, extinguishing the flickering candles that lit their way. "Did you feel that?" Kara whispered, her voice trembling. "I did," Alex admitted, his grip on his lantern tightening. "Let's keep moving." They proceeded cautiously, their footsteps echoing through the silent corridor. Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from behind them. They whipped around, eyes wide with terror. "Did you see that?" Kara asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, but it sounded like... it came from back there," Alex pointed to the door they had just passed. "We should find out what happened." With growing unease, they approached the spot of the disturbance. As they did, a hidden door behind the bookshelves began to reveal itself. "Do you think... we should open it?" Kara asked hesitantly. Alex hesitated for a moment before replying, "We don't have a choice." They exchanged one final glance before stepping into the mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The suspense was palpable as they explored, leaving the reader captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. In response to the line given, the scene unfolds as follows: Alex and Kara stand at the entrance of a dusty hallway lined with lifelike portraits. As they continue down the hallway, they experience chilling occurrences leading them to a hidden door behind bookshelves. Entering the mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls, they are left in suspense as the story continues to unfold, leaving the reader captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara were standing at the entrance of a dusty hallway, lined with lifelike portraits that seemed to watch their every move. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by their footsteps echoing through the vast space. "Do you feel that?" Kara whispered, pointing to a faint tremor in the air. "I don't know," Alex replied, his voice equally hushed. "It's like the walls are alive." As they continued down the hallway, the chilling occurrences began. Doors creaked open and shut on their own, portraits shifted on the walls, and whispers filled the air. "I think we should go back," Kara suggested, her voice shaking with fear. "No," Alex said firmly. "We can't leave now. We have to find out what's going on." They reached the end of the hallway, where a hidden door was cleverly disguised behind bookshelves. With trembling hands, they pushed aside the dusty tomes and discovered an entrance into a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The room seemed to have a life of its own, as if it were waiting for them to arrive. As they ventured deeper into the chamber, the suspense grew, leaving the reader captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway, lined with lifelike portraits that seemed to watch their every move. As they continued down the hallway, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. Suddenly, a door creaked open behind them, and they turned to see what could cause such a sound. It was only then that they noticed the hidden door tucked away behind the bookshelves, beckoning them into the unknown. Upon entering the mysterious chamber, Alex and Kara were met with the sight of ancient artifacts and scrolls that seemed to hold secrets untold. As they ventured deeper into the room, they couldn't help but feel a sense of suspense and wonder. The story unfolded before their eyes, leaving them captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara continued their exploration, their voices echoing down the hallway as they approached an ornate door at the end. As they pushed it open, they found themselves in a dimly lit room filled with dusty bookshelves that seemed to stretch infinitely into the darkness. Alex hesitated before venturing forward, his eyes scanning the rows of ancient tomes. "Do you think... are we supposed to be in here?" he asked Kara, trying to suppress the shiver running down his spine. Kara bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "I don't know, but I feel like there's something important hidden around here." She gestured towards the towering bookshelves, her eyes searching for any sign of an answer. As they delved deeper into the labyrinthine shelves, the air grew colder and a faint scent of decay wafted through the room. Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he noticed that the spines of the books seemed to change position ever so slightly from one moment to the next. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. "What if... what if there's something alive in here with us?" Kara whispered, her voice trembling. Alex gulped, trying not to let his fear show. "I don't think we should be opening any of these books," he warned, glancing around nervously. "But how else are we supposed to find what we're looking for?" Kara retorted, her voice growing stronger as she fought her own apprehension. She spotted a dusty key resting atop one of the highest shelves and reached up, straining to grab it. As her fingers closed around the cold metal, the room seemed to tremble slightly, and the sound of distant footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. Alex and Kara exchanged glances, their hearts pounding in unison. "We should leave," Alex whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of approaching footfalls. Kara nodded, her eyes wide with fear, but she knew they had to keep searching. With the key in hand, they backtracked through the shelves until they found a hidden door that seemed to fit the key perfectly. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls, their surfaces dusty and covered in cobwebs. As they stepped inside, the door closed behind them with an ominous thud, sealing them away from the world outside. The air was thick with anticipation as Alex and Kara prepared to face whatever mysteries lay within. The room they entered was filled with dimly lit sconces, casting flickering shadows on the walls. A thick layer of dust covered the wooden floorboards and the air had a musty scent. They could hear their own breaths echoing in the silence. Alex, taking a step forward, whispered to Kara, "Do you think we're alone in here?" Kara, her voice barely audible, replied, "It feels like we've stepped into another world entirely." As they ventured further into the room, Alex noticed an old map pinned on the wall. He pointed to a particular location and asked Kara, "What do you make of this?" Kara squinted at the map and said, "I think it's marking the location of some hidden treasure or artifact." Their hearts raced as they continued their exploration, each new discovery adding to the mystery. The room was filled with anticipation and a sense of adventure that lingered in the air. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway lined with lifelike portraits, their eyes scanning each painting as they passed. As they continued down the hallway, they felt chills run down their spines when the wind seemed to whistle through the halls. They couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. As they approached the end of the hallway, they discovered a hidden door behind bookshelves. Their hearts pounded as they cautiously pushed it open. Inside, they found themselves in a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The air was heavy with anticipation, leaving them on edge. The room grew dimmer as a dusty scent filled their noses. They found an old map marking the location of a hidden treasure or artifact. Their hearts raced as they continued their exploration, each new discovery adding to the mystery and sense of anticipation. The atmosphere was thick with Gothic charm and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway, lined with lifelike portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if something momentous was about to happen. "Do you think this place has any secrets?" Kara whispered, her voice echoing in the silent corridor. Alex shivered, despite the warm temperature. "I don't know, but I can feel it. Like we're being drawn towards something." They continued down the hallway, their footsteps reverberating against the old walls. Suddenly, a portrait on the right seemed to shift, and they both jumped back in shock. "Did you see that?" Kara asked, her eyes wide with fear. Alex nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I did. It felt like...like it was alive." As they moved forward, they noticed the portraits were not just still images; they seemed to change subtly, as if telling a story only they could see. The air grew colder, and an eerie feeling settled over them. "I think we're being guided," Alex said, trying to sound brave. "Maybe this is all part of the adventure." Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past them, sending chills down their spines. Kara clutched her coat tighter around herself, her teeth chattering. They rounded a corner and discovered a hidden door behind the bookshelves, the same door they had seen in the portrait earlier. "We should go in," Alex said, his voice steady despite his trembling hands. "There's something in there we need to find." Kara nodded, her breath visible in the cold air. They pushed the door open and stepped into a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The atmosphere was charged with suspense, leaving them captivated by the Gothic surroundings and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway lined with lifelike portraits, their eyes darting from one to another as they tried to decipher the secrets these faces held. As they continued down the hallway, chilling occurrences seemed to follow them. Doors creaked open and closed on their own, whispers echoed in their ears, and they felt a sudden chill run down their spines. Finally, they reached a hidden door behind bookshelves, concealed by a mere whisper of a gap between the rows. With bated breath, they pushed it open and stepped into a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The air was thick with suspense as they explored the room, their hearts pounding in anticipation of what lay ahead. The scene shifted to a dimly lit room filled with dust and musty scent, where Alex and Kara examined an old map marking the location of a hidden treasure or artifact. They exchanged nervous glances, their voices barely audible above the creaks and groans of the ancient building around them. "We're getting closer," whispered Kara, her fingers tracing the lines on the map. "But how do we get there?" Alex asked, his voice quivering with anticipation. Kara studied the map once more, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a clue hidden in the folds of the parchment. "There's a passageway through here," she said, pointing to a series of lines that snaked through the walls of the mysterious chamber. With newfound determination, they set off down the passageway, their hearts racing with each step. The air grew thicker and colder, the whispers louder, but Alex and Kara pressed on, driven by the promise of adventure and the lure of the treasure that lay hidden in the depths of the ancient building. And as they ventured deeper into the unknown, each new discovery only added to the mystery and sense of anticipation that gripped them. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway, lined with lifelike portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. Each step echoed loudly in the silence, creating an eerie atmosphere. "Do you think we're alone?" Kara asked nervously, glancing around. "I don't know," Alex replied, his voice just as shaky. "But I doubt it." As they continued down the hallway, the air grew colder, and they felt an unexplainable sense of dread. Suddenly, a door behind the bookshelves seemed to open by itself, revealing a hidden chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The two exchanged fearful glances but ventured inside, their hearts pounding. Inside the dimly lit room, dust swirled through the air, leaving a musty scent that clung to their clothes. Alex picked up an old map on the table, marking the location of a hidden treasure or artifact. The two of them studied it intently, trying not to imagine the horrors that may lie ahead. "We should be careful," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible over the creaking floorboards. "This place could be dangerous." "I know," Alex agreed, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of traps or hidden dangers. "But we have to find out what's here. For our sake and for history's sake." With each new discovery, the sense of anticipation grew stronger, leaving them both captivated by the Gothic atmosphere and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. The room seemed to close in around them as they continued their exploration, each step bringing them closer to the truth about the mysterious chamber and its hidden secrets. Alex and Kara stood at the entrance of a dusty hallway, the air thick with anticipation. The lifelike portraits that lined the walls seemed to watch them as they moved down the corridor. They couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines as whispers echoed through the halls, though no one was in sight. As they reached the end of the hallway, they discovered a hidden door concealed behind an intricately carved bookshelf. Their hearts pounded with excitement as they pushed it open, revealing a mysterious chamber filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The atmosphere was thick with Gothic charm and promise of adventure, leaving them captivated and eager to uncover more secrets. In the dimly lit room, Alex and Kara huddled around an old map marked with a location that promised treasure or some unknown artifact. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, as they tried not to disturb the dust that had settled on every surface. Each new discovery added to the mystery and anticipation, their hearts racing in unison. They knew that whatever lay ahead would be worth the risk, and so they continued their exploration with determination, eager to unravel the secrets hidden within these ancient walls. Alex and Kara cautiously ventured deeper into the dimly lit room, their eyes adjusting to the low light as they scanned the walls for more clues. "Do you think we're getting closer?" Kara whispered, her voice echoing in the empty chamber. "I hope so," Alex replied, his breath visible in the cold air. "We need to find that hidden door before whatever's causing all this happens again." As they continued their search, Alex noticed a faint glow coming from beneath a dusty portrait on the wall. "Kara, check this out," he whispered, pointing at the painting. "I'm on it," Kara nodded and gently pushed the frame aside, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside, they found an ancient letter and a small key. "This could be it!" Alex exclaimed, examining the key carefully. "Let's try it in the door." They moved to the bookshelves where the mysterious door was discovered earlier. Kara slid the key into the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, revealing a passage filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. Their hearts raced as they entered the chamber, eager to uncover more secrets and delve deeper into the Gothic world around them. The air in the room grew colder as Alex and Kara studied the map, their breaths visible in the dim light. "What do you think this means?" Kara asked, pointing at an X marked on the island off the coast. "I'm not sure," Alex replied, running his fingers over the worn parchment. "But it looks like there might be something hidden here." They continued to examine the map, their eyes darting between landmarks and symbols. "What do you think is on that island?" Kara inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. "It could be anything," Alex speculated. "Perhaps an ancient artifact or even the treasure itself." Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a strange noise from the hallway outside. They exchanged nervous glances and then, hesitantly, they left the room to investigate. The sound led them down a dusty corridor, where they encountered a large, ornate mirror. As they passed in front of it, their reflections seemed to change, becoming distorted and eerie. "What's happening?" Kara murmured, stepping back from the mirror. Alex reached out to touch the ornate frame but quickly withdrew his hand as if burned. "I don't know," he whispered, shaken. They continued down the hallway, the air growing colder and their breaths more visible. They came to a stop before an intricately carved wooden door, hidden behind a row of bookshelves. Alex pushed aside the dusty volumes and revealed a hidden latch. As they opened the door, a gust of wind swept through, carrying with it the scent of ancient parchment and oil. Inside, they found themselves in a chamber filled with lifelike portraits, their eyes seeming to follow the pair as they stepped forward. "Do you see that?" Kara pointed at a portrait of an old woman, her gaze fixed on them. Alex nodded, his heart pounding. The painting seemed to be alive, watching them intently. As they ventured deeper into the chamber, they discovered a hidden compartment beneath a dusty portrait. Lifting the heavy frame, they found an ancient letter and key within. The letter spoke of a treasure buried on the island marked on their map, and the key fit perfectly in the lock of the door behind them. With newfound excitement, they unlocked the passage and stepped through, leaving behind the chilling portraits and entering a room filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The Gothic atmosphere enveloped them as they immersed themselves in the mystery and promise of adventure that lay before them. Alex and Kara were walking down the dusty hallway, the cold air giving them goosebumps as they passed lifelike portraits that seemed to follow their every move. The paintings' eyes watched them closely, sending shivers down their spines. "I feel like we're being watched," whispered Kara nervously, gripping her flashlight tighter. "Don't be silly, Kara," Alex replied, trying to sound brave but his voice betrayed him. "It's just an old mansion. There's nothing to fear." As they continued down the hallway, they noticed the portraits changing expressions as if reacting to their presence. The feeling of being watched only grew stronger. Suddenly, Kara stopped and pointed at a hidden door behind the bookshelves. "I think I found something!" They cautiously approached the door, hearts pounding. Alex carefully turned the handle and pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls. The air was thick with anticipation as they explored the mysterious chamber. "Look at this old map," exclaimed Kara, holding up a dusty parchment. "It marks the location of a treasure or artifact." As they continued their exploration, each discovery added to the mystery and anticipation. They found a hidden compartment beneath a dusty portrait, revealing an ancient letter and key. Alex carefully unlocked a door, opening a passage filled with even more ancient relics and scrolls. The Gothic world around them came alive as they immersed themselves in the adventure before them. In the dimly lit room, Alex and Kara stood before an ancient map that had been carefully preserved behind glass. The map marked the location of a treasure or artifact somewhere within the mysterious mansion. As they studied the map, they noticed it seemed to point towards the heart of the building, deeper into the unknown. Alex's curiosity got the better of him as he traced his finger along the map's intricate lines. "I wonder what this could lead to," he mused aloud, running a hand over the worn parchment. Kara, ever the adventurer, was already halfway across the room, examining a dusty portrait hanging on the wall. Kara's fingers gently traced the frame's ornate edge as she whispered, "I have a feeling this is important." She pushed against the portrait, and to their surprise, it swung inwards revealing a hidden compartment. Their eyes widened as they looked upon the ancient letter and key that lay within. Alex reached out, carefully picking up the brittle paper and unfolding it. The words were faded but still legible: "The treasure lies beyond the door of knowledge. Only with wisdom can you unlock your destiny." He looked at Kara, who was examining the key, her eyes filled with excitement. "Let's find that door," she said, determination in her voice. Together, they embarked on a journey through the mansion, each discovery adding to the mystery and anticipation. As they unlocked the door using the ancient key, they entered a passage filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls, immersing the reader in the Gothic world around them. Alex and Kara stood before the ancient map, their eyes wide with curiosity. "What do you think this means?" Alex asked, pointing at the map's center. "It seems to point towards the heart of the building, deeper into the unknown," Kara replied, running her finger along the intricate lines. Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing a hidden compartment beneath the dusty portrait. "I think there's something here," Kara whispered, reaching out to touch the ornate frame. As she pushed against it, the compartment opened, revealing an ancient letter and key inside. Alex picked up the letter, unfolding it carefully. "It says, 'The treasure lies beyond the door of knowledge. Only with wisdom can you unlock your destiny,'" he read aloud. Kara took the key, examining its intricate design. "Well then," she said with a grin, "Let's find that door and unlock our destiny." They continued their exploration, each discovery adding to the mystery and anticipation. As they entered a passage filled with ancient artifacts and scrolls, the reader was immersed in the Gothic world around them. The dimly lit room cast eerie shadows, and the weight of history seemed to hang heavy in the air. Alex and Kara moved further into the mansion, their excitement growing with each step. They knew they were getting closer to unlocking the mystery that lay before them. The treasure or artifact was within reach, but they had to be wise and careful to find it. In this dialogue-heavy scene, Alex and Kara's curiosity and bravery were on full display as they ventured deeper into the unknown, leaving the reader captivated by the promise of adventure and the allure of the Gothic world surrounding them.

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mollyrealized · 4 months

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How Michael Met Neil

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(Neil, if you see this, please feel free to grab the transcript and store on your site; I had no easy way of contacting you.)

DAVID TENNANT: Tell me about @neil-gaiman then, because he's in that category [previously: “such a profound effect on my life”] as well.

MICHAEL SHEEN: So this is what has brought us together.

DAVID: Yes.

MICHAEL: To the new love story for the 21st century.

DAVID: Exactly.

MICHAEL: So when I went to drama school, there was a guy called Gary Turner in my year. And within the first few weeks, we were doing something, having a drink or whatever. And he said to me, “Do you read comic books?”

And I said, “No.” I mean, this is … what … '88? '88, '89. So it was … now I know that it was a period of time that was a big change, transformation going through comic books. Rather than it being thought of as just superheroes and Batman and Superman, there was this whole new era of a generation of writers like Grant Morrison.

DAVID: The kids who'd grown up reading comic books were now making comic books

MICHAEL: Yeah, yeah, and starting to address different kinds of subjects through the comic book medium. So it wasn't about just superheroes, it was all kinds of stuff going on – really fascinating stuff. And I was totally unaware of this.

And so this guy Gary said to me, "Do you read them?" And I said, "No." And he went, "Right, okay, here's The Watchman [sic] by Alan Moore. Here's Swamp Thing. Here's Hellblazer. And here's Sandman.”

And Sandman was Neil Gaiman's big series that put his name on the map. And I read all those, and, just – I was blown away by all of them, but particularly the Sandman stories, because he was drawing on mythology, which was something I was really interested in, and fairy tales, folklore, and philosophy, and Shakespeare, and all kinds of stuff were being mixed up in this story. And I absolutely loved it.

So I became a big fan of Neil's, and started reading everything by him. And then fairly shortly after that, within six months to a year, Good Omens the book came out, which Neil wrote with Terry Pratchett. And so I got the book – because I was obviously a big fan of Neil's by this point – read it, loved it, then started reading Terry Pratchett’s stuff as well, because I didn't know his stuff before then – and then spent years and years and years just being a huge fan of both of them.

And then eventually when – I'd done films like the Underworld films and doing Twilight films. And I think it was one of the Twilight films, there was a lot of very snooty interviews that happened where people who considered themselves well above talking about things like Twilight were having to interview me … and, weirdly, coming at it from the attitude of 'clearly this is below you as well' … weirdly thinking I'm gonna go, 'Yeah, fucking Twilight.”

And I just used to go, "You know what? Some of the greatest writing of the last 50-100 years has happened in science fiction or fantasy." Philip K Dick is one of my favorite writers of all time. In fact, the production of Hamlet I did was mainly influenced by Philip K Dick. Ursula K. Le Guin and Asimov, and all these amazing people. And I talked about Neil as well. And so I went off on a bit of a rant in this interview.

Anyway, the interview came out about six months later, maybe. Knock on the door, open the door, delivery of a big box. That’s interesting. Open the box, there's a card at the top of the box. I open the card.

It says, From one fan to another, Neil Gaiman. And inside the box are first editions of Neil's stuff, and all kinds of interesting things by Neil. And he just sent this stuff.

DAVID: You'd never met him?

MICHAEL: Never met him. He'd read the interview, or someone had let him know about this interview where I'd sung his praises and stood up for him and the people who work within that sort of genre as being like …

And he just got in touch. We met up for the first time when he came to – I was in Los Angeles at the time, and he came to LA. And he said, "I'll take you for a meal."

I said, “All right.”

He said, "Do you want to go somewhere posh, or somewhere interesting?”

I said, "Let's go somewhere interesting."

He said, "Right, I'm going to take you to this restaurant called The Hump." And it's at Santa Monica Airport. And it's a sushi restaurant.

I was like, “Right, okay.” So I had a Mini at the time. And we get in my Mini and we drive off to Santa Monica Airport. And this restaurant was right on the tarmac, like, you could sit in the restaurant (there's nobody else there when we got there, we got there quite early) and you're watching the planes landing on Santa Monica Airport. It's extraordinary.

And the chef comes out and Neil says, "Just bring us whatever you want. Chef's choice."

So, I'd never really eaten sushi before. So we sit there; we had this incredible meal where they keep bringing these dishes out and they say, “This is [blah, blah, blah]. Just use a little bit of soy sauce or whatever.” You know, “This is eel. This is [blah].”

And then there was this one dish where they brought out and they didn't say what it was. It was like “mystery dish”, we had it ... delicious. Anyway, a few more people started coming into the restaurant as time went on.

And we're sort of getting near the end, and I said, "Neil, I can't eat anymore. I'm gonna have to stop now. This is great, but I can't eat–"

"Right, okay. We'll ask for the bill in a minute."

And then the door opens and some very official people come in. And it was the Feds. And the Feds came in, and we knew they were because they had jackets on that said they were part of the Federal Bureau of Whatever. And about six of them come in. Two of them go … one goes behind the counter, two go into the kitchen, one goes to the back. They've all got like guns on and stuff.

And me and Neil are like, "What on Earth is going on?"

And then eventually one guy goes, "Ladies and gentlemen, if you haven't ordered already, please leave. If you're still eating your meal, please finish up, pay your bill, leave."*

[* - delivered in a perfect American ‘serious law agent’ accent/impression]

And we were like, "Oh my God, are we poisoned? Is there some terrible thing that's happened?"

We'd finished, so we pay our bill. And then all the kitchen staff are brought out. And the head chef is there. The guy who's been bringing us this food. And he's in tears. And he says to Neil, "I'm so sorry." He apologizes to Neil. And we leave. We have no idea what happened.

DAVID: But you're assuming it's the mystery dish.

MICHAEL: Well, we're assuming that we can't be going to – we can't be – it can't be poisonous. You know what I mean? It can't be that there's terrible, terrible things.

So the next day was the Oscars, which is why Neil was in town. Because Coraline had been nominated for an Oscar. Best documentary that year was won by The Cove, which was by a team of people who had come across dolphins being killed, I think.

Turns out, what was happening at this restaurant was that they were having illegal endangered species flown in to the airport, and then being brought around the back of the restaurant into the kitchen.

We had eaten whale – endangered species whale. That was the mystery dish that they didn't say what it was.

And the team behind The Cove were behind this sting, and they took them down that night whilst we were there.

DAVID: That’s extraordinary.

MICHAEL: And we didn't find this out for months. So for months, me and Neil were like, "Have you worked anything out yet? Have you heard anything?"

"No, I haven't heard anything."

And then we heard that it was something to do with The Cove, and then we eventually found out that that restaurant, they were all arrested. The restaurant was shut down. And it was because of that. And we'd eaten whale that night.

DAVID: And that was your first meeting with Neil Gaiman.

MICHAEL: That was my first meeting. And also in the drive home that night from that restaurant, he said, and we were in my Mini, he said, "Have you found the secret compartment?"

I said, "What are you talking about?" It's such a Neil Gaiman thing to say.

DAVID: Isn't it?

MICHAEL: The secret compartment? Yeah. Each Mini has got a secret compartment. I said, "I had no idea." It's secret. And he pressed a little button and a thing opened up. And it was a secret compartment in my own car that Neil Gaiman showed me.

DAVID: Was there anything inside it?

MICHAEL: Yeah, there was a little man. And he jumped out and went, "Hello!" No, there was nothing in there. There was afterwards because I started putting...

DAVID: Sure. That's a very Neil Gaiman story. All of that is such a Neil Gaiman story.

MICHAEL: That's how it began. Yeah.

DAVID: And then he came to offer you the part in Good Omens.

MICHAEL: Yeah. Well, we became friends and we would whenever he was in town, we would meet up and yeah, and then eventually he started, he said, "You know, I'm working on an adaptation of Good Omens." And I can remember at one point Terry Gilliam was going to maybe make a film of it. And I remember being there with Neil and Terry when they were talking about it. And...

DAVID: Were you involved at that point?

MICHAEL: No, no, I wasn't involved. I just happened to have met up with Neil that day.

DAVID: Right.

MICHAEL: And then Terry Gilliam came along and they were chatting, that was the day they were talking about that or whatever.

And then eventually he sent me one of the scripts for an early draft of like the first episode of Good Omens. And he said – and we started talking about me being involved in it, doing it – he said, “Would you be interested?” I was like, "Yeah, of course." I went, "Oh my God." And he said, "Well, I'll send you the scripts when they come," and I would read them, and we'd talk about them a little bit. And so I was involved.

But it was always at that point with the idea, because he'd always said about playing Crowley in it. And so, as time went on, as I was reading the scripts, I was thinking, "I don't think I can play Crowley. I don't think I'm going to be able to do it." And I started to get a bit nervous because I thought, “I don't want to tell Neil that I don't think I can do this.” But I just felt like I don't think I can play Crowley.

DAVID: Of course you can [play Crowley?].

MICHAEL: Well, I just on a sort of, on a gut level, sometimes you have it on a gut level.

DAVID: Sure, sure.

MICHAEL: I can do this.

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: Or I can't do this. And I just thought, “You know what, this is not the part for me. The other part is better for me, I think. I think I can do that, I don't think I could do that.”

But I was scared to tell Neil because I thought, "Well, he wants me to play Crowley" – and then it turned out he had been feeling the same way as well. And he hadn't wanted to mention it to me, but he was like, "I think Michael should really play Aziraphale."

And neither of us would bring it up. And then eventually we did. And it was one of those things where you go, "Oh, thank God you said that. I feel exactly the same way." And then I think within a fairly short space of time, he said, “I think we've got … David Tennant … for Crowley.” And we both got very excited about that.

And then all these extraordinary people started to join in. And then, and then off we went.

DAVID: That's the other thing about Neil, he collects people, doesn't he? So he'll just go, “Oh, yeah, I've phoned up Frances McDormand, she's up for it.” Yeah. You're, what?

MICHAEL: “I emailed Jon Hamm.”

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: And yeah, and you realize how beloved he is and how beloved his work is. And I think we would both recognise that Good Omens is one of the most beloved of all of Neil's stuff.

DAVID: Yes.

MICHAEL: And had never been turned into anything.

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: And so the kind of responsibility of that, I mean, for me, for someone who has been a fan of him and a fan of the book for so long, I can empathize with all the fans out there who are like, “Oh, they better not fuck this up.”

DAVID: Yes.

MICHAEL: “And this had better be good.” And I have that part of me. But then, of course, the other part of me is like, “But I'm the one who might be fucking it up.”

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: So I feel that responsibility as well.

DAVID: But we have Neil on site.

MICHAEL: Yes. Well, Neil being the showrunner …

DAVID: Yeah. I think it takes the curse off.

MICHAEL: … I think it made a massive difference, didn't it? Yeah. You feel like you're in safe hands.

DAVID: Well, we think. Not that the world has seen it yet.

MICHAEL (grimly): No, I know.

DAVID: But it was a -- it's been a -- it's been a joy to work with you on it. I can't wait for the world to see it.

MICHAEL: Oh my God. Oh, well, I mean, it's the only, I've done a few things where there are two people, it's a bit of a double act, like Frost-Nixon and The Queen, I suppose, in some ways. But, and I've done it, Amadeus or whatever.

This is the only thing I've done where I really don't think of it as “my character” or “my performance as that character”. I think of it totally as us.

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: The two of us.

DAVID: Yes.

MICHAEL: Like they, what I do is defined by what you do.

DAVID: Yeah.

MICHAEL: And that was such a joy to have that experience. And it made it so much easier in a way as well, I found, because you don't feel like you're on your own in it. Like it's totally us together doing this and the two characters totally complement each other. And the experience of doing it was just a real joy.

DAVID: Yeah. Well, I hope the world is as excited to see it as we are to talk about it, frankly.

MICHAEL: You know, there's, having talked about T.S. Eliot earlier, there's another bit from The Wasteland where there's a line which goes, These fragments I have shored against my ruin.

And this is how I think about life now. There is so much in life, no matter what your circumstances, no matter what, where you've got, what you've done, how much money you got, all that. Life's hard. I mean, you can, it can take you down at any point.

You have to find this stuff. You have to like find things that will, these fragments that you hold to yourself, they become like a liferaft, and especially as time goes on, I think, as I've got older, I've realized it is a thin line between surviving this life and going under.

And the things that keep you afloat are these fragments, these things that are meaningful to you and what's meaningful to you will be not-meaningful to someone else, you know. But whatever it is that matters to you, it doesn't matter what it was you were into when you were a teenager, a kid, it doesn't matter what it is. Go and find them, and find some way to hold them close to you.

Make it, go and get it. Because those are the things that keep you afloat. They really are. Like doing that with him or whatever it is, these are the fragments that have shored against my ruin. Absolutely.

DAVID: That's lovely. Michael, thank you so much.

MICHAEL: Thank you.

DAVID: For talking today and for being here.

MICHAEL: Oh, it's a pleasure. Thank you.

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