Weird didn't care how the gods damned wall managed to $#@^ EAT the damned pillowcase. He just wanted the &^%#-ing pillow!
Angrily, he pulled on the pillowcase as hard as he could.
The wall moved slightly, and a barely audible "click" came from inside it.
A section of the wall, cleverly concealed, stood out in faint releif against the rest of the wall; the bed neatly pushed up against it.
Hopping up on the bed, and gently pushing on the wall, it slid freely, pushed in quite deeply, then retracted sideways behind the rest of the wall towards the right revealing a door-like opening leading into blackness.
"Fucking typical." He growled. Typical that zanz would play freaking batman, and put a secret door in his room. 'Probably for sneaking out on clandestine trysts with firebreathing dragons.' He thought to himself wryly.
He didn't feel like exploring whatever perverted kinky secrets that zanz had deemed necessary to hide so intently, and just wanted some pillows. Giving the retracted wall a shove in the direction it had slid, it clicked again, then slid back into place, this time catching a corner of the bedsheet instead of the pillowcase. Whatever. It didn't matter. He *would* enjoy telling eric about this later though. Right now, he just wanted some damned sleep. Grabbing up all 4 pillows, he hurried out the door and to his room before the rest of the fortress population showed up asking stupid questions about the pillows he was carrying.
'No questions! Just sleep!' He muttered inaudibly. His mind started going strange directions when he didn't sleep right, and he hated the feeling.
Slipping back in his room, he slid the privacy bolt down, and secured the door. NO INTERRUPTIONS! He had a dinner date with the sandman, and all other appointments could fuck off.
Quickly, and without interruption he threw the stolen pillows onto the bed, threw himself on top of them, and was soundly unconcious mere moments later.