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Maggie's eyes flicked around Alex's side to a boil who seemed to be pulling someone else into the group. She saw his lips moving, but only managed to hear "tussle". Great. If there was a fight, Maggie was next to useless, but she strongly hoped there wouldn't be.

Without realizing it, she pulled in closer to Alex as she tried to better listen to the conversation with the other new arrival. Maybe they knew what was going on, or what had caused the fog. It wasn't until one of her ears brushed Alex's arm when it twitched that she realized how close she really was. A bit embarrassed, she took a small step away. "Sorry", she muttered.

Ash cradled Thackery's hand, pressing it close to his chest. Before, Thackery had been his anchor-- Brought him back from the brink and cooled him from the boiling point. All of that and more thanks to one cerberus who loved him so dearly.

He clutched the small hand, eyes blinking, still unseeing. Home called to him through the fog, in the mist.

"Thackery," Ash enunciated, voice sounding lost, his sanity not quite regained but closer, green eyes snapping to his figure. "R--"

His mind slipped away, and with it, the vestiges of his sanity. As piecemeal as it had been over the last few months, it was gone, much like it had been on the island.

But worse. His hearing and sight were replaced with white, blinding, defeaning. Ashford hissed an exhalation, the numbness replaced with but a single emotion: and he felt it in his teeth like the resounding beat of a drum.

Rage.

Home.


Rage.

The reaper's body transformed, the grey rippling outwards from his patches and swirling over pale skin, wrapping around the reaper's body like cling wrap. The colour drained out of his every extremity, and pieces of Ash's body started to disintegrate. Some of the pieces reformed into the helm, hiding his face from view.

The fog was he, and he was the fog. It embodied Ash, and he gave into it, powerless to its siren call, the relentless litany of home, home, home.

There was a great deal more to fear than fear itself.

Ashford, now a monstrous and mindless creature of the mist, ambled towards the alternate-Amityville, his movements stiff and nigh robotic in nature.



[[ exit ]]

Mist twisted and turned and ate at those who had been inflicted with the disease before spiriting them away - off into some phantom of a hull that tried to parade as Amityville for them. But it was not. Yet it was also curious in a horrible way. Curious and her strange hungers made her yearn to follow after those who had already gone.

No need to twist her leg, however, as she was more than willing to follow after those who had already begun to head into the fog. She knew the fog, it was like an old horrible friend you kept trying to kick off of your couch and it kept coming back, that whore. Never the less, it was time to go.

There were answers to find and perhaps there would be a neck or three she could sink her teeth into. Because the hunger was starting to gnaw at her belly, and that wasn't just a hunger for FEAR either...

[[Exit into the fog]]

Riyo was horrified. Trembling, as she watched the boil finally move forward. The wretched disease had finally taken him. Oh Jack, this was it. He was leaving and she would never see him again. She opened her mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was air being released from her lungs. There was nothing she could say, really.

Her eyes dared not rip away from him as his figure started to fade into the fog. Was that boil still in there somewhere? Terrified at what his body did without his consent? Or was this... Was this really what he wanted?

No, what an absurd thought. Who would want to be stuck in such a grim state? Nobody asked for that. Nobody said, 'Oh yes please I want to be a gray walking sack of flesh devoid of any real emotion and warmth. Oh, and soulless blue eyes for the cherry on top.'

For a second, and just a second, she saw the form of her father instead of Deacon. Just... Walking away. Not saying a word. That's how she always imagined he left. 8| That was how all men left, yes?

So here she was. She could either A, follow him into her worst nightmares or B, go home, be miserable, and regret it for the rest of her life. At least A seemed like a quicker solution.

She glanced at Yuki for a moment, then turned forward and rushed to follow the disappearing bakeneko. "I don't care what you do, but I'm not letting this happen."

Even if she had to put him out of misery herself.

[Exit to fog]

Staying silent for most of the conversation, Astra looked on sadly, not sure what she could do and how she could help. But then things went from bad to worse, as Deacon suddenly changed. And holy jack did he change. The fairy's eyes grew large, watching the feline boil grew gigantic, she gripped onto Yuki's arm with concern. But thankfully Deacon appeared to be moving away. Into the building that had appeared. It looked like amityville...but it wasn't.

Riyo was quick to follow after Deacon, but she held back, still clutching onto Yuki. She was pretty sure bad things would happen, and she wasn't sure if she could protect Yuki. But sitll...to leave the students that way.

With a reluctant sigh, she followed Riyo

[EXIT TO FOG]

Amrita felt Christof shaking her, but she just didn't care enough to react. Her eyes remained glazed and unfocused on a spot in front of her as those around her spoke, but their voices were so distant she paid them no mind. Not even Calder's gentle hold of her face seemed to draw any reaction; she looked towards him yes, but not at him. No recognition. No matter who appeared near her, she didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't care.

But then something started calling for her, and her unfocused eyes shifted to try and spot the speaker. There was nobody, just the lingering tendrils of fog that reached for her, curling around her limbs and body. She shivered then, watching now as the colours in front of her bled and twisted until they blurred together into a pure white. The voice spoke up again, much louder this time; it was clear as day to her.

Home.



Yes...She had to go home.

Whatever Junko might have said in response to his suggestion they head back to the dorms was lost in the raising fear and unease that was bubbling up within the jikininki as the fog around them grew ever thicker until not even his glowing eyes could cut through the denseness. To so Seiji was uneasy was an understatement. Surely Junko could feel the tension raising up within the boil through the muscled arms he had wrapped around her, holding her against him tightly, almost too tightly. He wasn't going to risk loosing her in this mist, not like last time. Surely if he kept her against him, safely in his arms, she couldn't disappear on him and return as an illusion of herself.

Despite the complete lack of visibility the ghost was doing all in his power to watch out around them for anyone or anything that might approach. Shuffling a set every now and then as his head whipped around from side to side. There were few things the boil was truly scared of, but the maddening fog that had covered that island, along with it's effects, were one of them. There were other's of course, made obvious by the way he was almost clinging to his ghoul.

When the fog began to wane, and figures emerged from the mist ahead of them the boil tensed, shifting to turn his body so Junko was at his side rather then held in front of his body. An automatic move, and that was before he'd even glimpsed the eerie glow of there eyes or the tendrils of fog licking along their feet as it retreated behind them through the gates.. of..

"Is that Amity?" His voice was a little rough from tension as he asked. The greyed out outline in front of them certainly looked like their school, and yet.. It was different. The colors were off.

Then he glance behind him, and the site was enough to drain away some of the limited color the boil possessed. He nudged junko, indicating she look as well. "What should we do?" There, behind them, was the real Amityville.