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"Leave to where?" It was a little sharp, his own eyes tight as his father started another lecture: this one inspired by his nearness to Zeke, the easy physicality, the way they leaned on each other, the things they did. Of course, Julian the first had no idea of any of this -- in order to know about Zeke he'd have to have spoken to Ever sometime in the last eight or so years -- but there was no logic to the words.

He'd known enough. Even before the great reveal, he'd known enough.

Ever shook his head, trying to ignore it, and tightened his grip on Zeke's shoulder to guide him through the fog. They certainly weren't going to find a way out by just standing here. A stab in the dark was better than nothing.

Terry had stumbled through the fog with a grimace rather than his usual blank expression. There was no one around for him to hide his feelings from, and with the voices whispering in his head, he didn't think it would do him any good in any case. He almost found it hard to distinguish Agata from the rest.

The lamprey monster was not pleased by her competition. She was upset and protective and possessive and prepared to literally shred anyone with her teeth if they dared try to harm her bonded. Granted she wouldn't be able to help herself from giving said protection. She might as well try not to exist.

But no matter if there had been other people present or not, the fog was making it so much easier for Terry to fall back upon freezing in response.

HP: 26/50
Damage: 3 (clothing bonus)
Total Damage: 255

The monster horse did not miss the voices. It wasn't to say that the whole thing was all new to him, he'd spent how many years in Amityville at this point? He genuinely thought simply not attending those dangerous field trips would mean (relative) safety. But whatever these things were, they clearly went for the school grounds. It wasn't safe there, not the way it used to be safe.

The question Petro now had was whether or not it was safe to be in Halloween at all? The Horsemen's arrival in Halloween World seemed to have caused something to shift in the way Halloween worked. There weren't any sudden sicknesses sweeping the world, not like the way it was now. But maybe that was just the Insanity talking.

Kimberly stopped moving, a sense of someone near her, someone close to her. It was almost as if she was standing back to back with someone else, but she could not tell who or what it was. A sense of closeness though almost making it through the ice forming around her.

Give up.. just stop..

She wanted to, but she had to have some reason for being, she had to try and find it inside of herself.

No, don't bother, it will just hurt you. They all leave.

Yeah, they do don't they. They all find something or someone else more important. There was someone near her though, the sounds of fighting, the sounds of danger. One hand rose to her head, her head felt like it was splitting. She had to find out.. who.. what was it that was so important that she had gone on this long.

Not who, what... no.. not what... who... no.. no...

Agh, there was nothing. Her mind couldn't hold the thoughts in place. She leaned back a bit, supporting herself on the back behind her. Something felt nice about that..

After the horseman replica disappeared, the petite Death huntress moved on to search for an exit out. What Shu didn't notice was the fog slowly wrapped around her as she walked, when she realized she was within a thick fog of nowhere, it was already too late.

"Z, Z, are you still there?" She called her partner urgently to confirm they weren't separate again, amidst a field of greyness and complete silent. She could hear clearly someone was approaching and then voices.

Hallucinations.

Her heart bounced in alert and she kept on reminding herself what she saw and heard won't be the truth. She summoned Z, clung onto it to tell her which was the reality. Shu knew she wasn't a smart person but that was the only method she could think of.

Please end my suffering, a voice said. Another voice seemed despair, they claimed there was no hope and that they're gone. The fog seemed infinite, Shu swung the hammer hoped to fan off some to no avail.

You've killed them all!

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, so familiar that her heart beat skipped. That moment had shaken her stand, the voice was soaked in anger and grief. She knew the voice. Shu's eyes dilated, she moved backwards while her eyes fixed on the shadow. For a moment, it looked like it would gain shape into the person she had in mind. Whole of her body was rejecting their existence, she incessantly shook her head and wanted to run away.

Yet, her body was frozen, her legs felt like petrified and stuck on the ground. Shu seemed to see the woman looked at her with deep grudges. "N-No....It was an accident." Her own voice trembled. "I love them, I love them so much, why would I want them to die?"

The petite Asian can't even fight when that was her - her - You're a monster! You come to destroy our happy family. "Please - please don't say that, I always want the best for all of us, not the worst." She felt helpless that person thought she was like that.

"Please, don't say that."

"Please, Mom." She besought in a feeble manner, indulged in the unforgettable past.

A fog, a thick, dense expanse of fog was all there was all around him that he could see right now but he had a disgusting feeling that there was more to this place than he had yet to witness so far. Danirate wanted out of this place and with this goal being the center of his present focus, he walked on in search of a way out.

And then he saw something else eventually, a shadow here and then a shadow there. The appearance of a stalking shadow became more frequent as the seconds ticked by. And then the voice started talking, mocking him, continually questioning him about what he really wanted, if what he wanted to do was get out of here or actually to leave behind what existence he knew of himself, the existence that comprised of him being who he was as a Amityville student and all else that his past consisted of.

He remained silent as he proceeded, attempting to ignore the shadows and the voice that sounded so much like a familiar presence yet sounded nothing like her at the same time. The voice, taunted him again, going on to question his state of mind by making sense and yet not. His mind had begun to bend and be inclined to question similar thoughts as well about what he really wanted, how he really felt. Did he want to get out of here so as to go back to his past or did he really want to stay away from his past, to keep away and further distance himself from there or to escape from here?

Sherry was almost sure it was her imagination, but the fog seemed to grow a little bit thicker with every step. That was usually how it was, wasn’t it? The fog gets thicker and thicker until you find something you don’t want to find.

I’ve found you.

Sherry stopped and looked around. “Who said that?”

I’ve found you. I’ve found you. Found you dead.

“What?” Looking around in the fog was pretty useless, but Sherry did it anyway. Seeing nothing but gray, she stopped to listen. Nothing. Silence. She was hearing things again. With a sigh, she continued on.

aha.

Dead.

Broken.

The voices were there, just on the edge of her hearing this time. So clear but so faint. Sherry stopped again, straining to hear. Nothing.


I am something. Her own voice, the voice of her other self.


“You’re dead.”


Or you are. Sherry could hear the laughter in that voice.

“No,” Sherry shook her head. She knew she’d killed her other self. She knew it. She just had to leave –


This way. Over here.


Sherry stopped again. “Which way? Who are you?”




I’m you. I’m the better you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll dead, everyone is dead there’s no way out.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThis way is the way home, come, come.



I’m coming for you.



“No, no, no, no,” Sherry said, just to fill the silence that the voices didn’t. To bury them. “No. I’m fine I need to keep moving.”

She looked down at her hand. When had she summoned Armagnac? How long had she been holding her that tightly. Just as well. Just as well.

Sherry took a deep breath. She couldn’t do anything about the voices until one actually attacked her. “Just keep moving.”



There’s nowhere to go.