It was Panchito, but as a skeleton. His clothes had been turned into strong armor that looked like what they had been before. His eye sockets glowed orange, as did the bone handle on his white longsword.

"Trespasser." he rasped. His voice sounded the same, except if he were an adult, not a teen.

"Pancho, it's me." Matthew begged, stepping back. "It's me, Matthew."

"Delete the glitch." Panchito hissed, swinging the sword.

Matthew had no time to dodge. All he could do was wait for the sword to cut into his flesh and kill him instantly.

Except that didn't happen. The sword just went right through him as if he didn't exist.

Looking down at himself, he could see the ground through his own body. He had a strong green tint and was minorly glitching out.

Pancho appeared to glower at him, though with no skin, that was debatable.

"Die, malware." With how he pronounced the word, the 'w' sounded like an 'h'.

"Don't think I'll fall by your hand." Matthew narrowed his eyes at the skeleton.

Pancho swung his sword again, but this time Matthew was prepared.

The sword bit into the solid wood of the scythe, forcing Matthew back. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Lewis jump out of the bag and attack Pancho's bony leg.

The creature screamed, unfocused on Matthew for those few seconds.

Before Pancho could react, Matthew had sliced his head off. Pancho dissolved into dust.

Panting hard, Matthew grabbed the button that was hidden underneath the dust.

Lewis sneezed, leaping onto his leg and climbing up. "That's one down, and it's only one am."

Matthew nodded, hope draining from him. "Yeah..."

"Onto the next one!" Lewis opened up a bag of cookies. "I haven't had these for years."

"My dad made those." Matthew flatly explained, following the trail the flashlight led them down. "I guess the next one is in the forest."

Lewis nodded, eating a cookie.

"Swear on God's yeezys, if you eat all the cookies I'll beat your ass." Matthew threatened.

"Oh noooo, I'm sooo scared." Lewis responded sarcastically, shoving two more cookies in his mouth.

"Hand me the bag." Matthew tried to grab the Ziploc.

"No!" Lewis moved away from him.

"Don't play games, Lew, gimme the bag."

"No way!"

Matthew walked into the clearing where the well was. The trail by now was bright green.

"You've had lots of time to eat cookies, I was dead!" Lewis argued, hugging the bag of cookies.

"You son of a-"