Beware, said the wall.

Seto stared at it. Said nothing. The wall took this as leave to continue.

Beware the weeping angel, it elaborated, and then, as an afterthought: Oh, and duck.

Seto blinked. Glanced out the window. An angel stooped, face in its hands, gaudy and tasteless but immobile. Minimal threat. Was he listening to a wall?

No, really, the wall said, with caps-locked persistence. Duck, Seto Kaiba.

What the hell was going on?

The second floor was being remodeled, and he'd taken the opportunity to make a few minor changes throughout the main floor—bathrooms, kitchen, the rare-used sitting room overlooking the garden. He had issues with the wallpaper and some time on his hands, so on impulse he'd grabbed a loose edge and…

This.

Conversations with architecture. Pushy architecture.

Duck, the wall insisted. Now!

Seto scoffed.

Duck? Please. Like hell he was going to listen to a wall. Or the black-faded ramblings of its unknown writer. It was no better than Yugi's pharaonic delusions. Seto's life was built on logic, not magic; he had better things to do than take advice from the plaster…

Then a sharp pain. And darkness.

He didn't quite get to finish the thought.

Love from the Doctor, 1969.

(I tried to warn you, said the wall.)

...

Author's note: So, I watched the Dr. Who episode "Blink" for the first time a couple of days ago. It scared the absolute hell out of me. I still can't quite wander the apartment on my own without glancing behind me more often than necessary. Since I can't seem to get the weeping angels out of my head, I decided to do something vaguely comedic with them: thus, a bizarre crossover drabble-thing. Seto Kaiba presented a perfect target; you know he's too much of a skeptic to have the slightest chance of survival. XD

I might continue on with this idea; I haven't decided yet. We'll see what happens, I suppose.