Asher's P.O.V

The small caramel cat rushes up the polished wooden steps of the mansion, running into the room at the scattered noise coming from the bathroom.

"BOB!" Chara screams.

I grab her sweating darker arm, giving her a stare, and she turns with her other arm and scratches me. Long slender strips of red leak through my arm, turning burgundy.

I wince and reel, hugging my arm to my chest and wincing while the girl rushes over to go find the cat. I give Dawson a scarred for life look, which she returns with her pale blue grey eyes.
We all follow her towards the room, which is a simple bedroom with cream colored walls, a nice white creamy carpet, pink flowing curtains, and a pink fluffed bed with a swirling neatly made pastel coral bedspread.

A few coral and rose flowers flow out of the mouth of a beautiful cyan slate crystal vase, with small clear white fish painted across the surface of the vase.
Everyone flows like an ocean just outside of the doorway, bobbing and weaving through to see Chara. The girl dressed up as Phil picks up the small penny colored cat, stretching out in the cool crisp air.

Chara smiles and hugs him to her chest while we try to get her to come out of the room, the small tabby wriggling out of her grasp miserably.

We don't expect to see this.

A giant shadow cascading across the bed, two shining creamy white eyes staring at us through the shadow, which swirls like a sea before taking form.
A figure, curled and curved in a bubble form almost, staring at us curiously. Then it raises a shadowy axe. I hear someone scream and yell out from behind me.
Salem reaches forwards before pulling the girl towards her, and my hand rests on her back before violently pushing her in the safety net of the others.

They all form around her like a pure dome, a sea of hands covering her, and I whip the door closed as Raina pulls Dawson towards her almost on instinct, shielding the absolutely mystified girl.
We all run towards the hallway as the shadow seems to gain a substance, actually seeping through the door, spreading out like an ocean trying to drown us.

It spreads along the hallway, forcing us apart.

I remember everything going mute.
Heavy breathing, footsteps, Raina screaming at me to run, Dawson yelling something unidentifiable, and my head hitting a soft surface before the world fades away.

Autumn's P.O.V

Zander turns on a light.

I count all of us.

There's me, Zander, who looks quite dead, Koda, who is mumbling inconsistently while sinking to his knees, Salem, looking ever so slightly chestfallen, and...
...me...I guess.

I feel the painted black red and turquoise ocean scales of my face, feeling some of it melting from my face from sweat that trickles down my forehead. I gasp for air.

"Everyone alright?" I choke.

Everyone spends a minute catching their breath, whimpering, or simple looking up intently at the rest of us like we're total idiots, almost smiling.

Ok.

It's only Koda.

"We're all okay," Zander answers, shivering. I place my hand on my chest, feeling my own breath and heartbeat while I sweat, my mouth drying ever so slightly.

Salem brings out a couple of water bottles, which we enjoy with sweaty palms and foggy eyes, sighing as water fills our systems and cooling our foreheads.

"What was that thing!?" I squeak, surprised to hear myself voice-break.

"Is it gone?"

"Did it leave?"

"I'm gonna cry."

Zander shushes everyone, and the dim bulb of the light bulb hanging over our heads begins to make melting things take more form.
Cabinets, fluffed-up towels, polished birch and oak wood, torches glowing, crackling crisply, giving more light to shelves and laundry baskets, water bottles and toilet paper.

We're in a closet.
A laundry closet.
Huh.

No wonder it smells like clean laundry, soap that smells like the beach and lavender roses, and feels hot in the room. Though it is kind of comforting, too.

Koda smiles.

"Well, this day's been going well," He jokes.

Salem snorts.

Her black bird wings seem to fold in defeat, some flying off in different direction, crackling then crumbling, and I sigh, facepaliming.

"I told you to lose more glue."
Salem gives me a look, her grey blue eyes glaring into my soul.

"Do you think that now is really the time to talk about HALLOWEEN COSTUMES!?" She explodes, her fists balling up, unnerved at my lack of judgment.

"I'm just saying," I say testily. "If you used more glue, you wouldn't use a frickin' PAPER TRAIL SO THAT THE KILLER CAN GO AND FIND US!"

That does it.

Salem leaps at me, more feathers falling from her costume, her black khakis and black hoodie swinging wildly and she growls, yelling out.
Both Koda and Zander restrain her, grabbing her wrists as she stumbles towards me, growling swear words under her breath and sweating as she digs her feet into the smooth birch wood.

Growling, she runs as the boys try to calm her down, and just like a child, I stick my tongue out at her, playing with and bouncing my light blue pastel curled hair, laughing.
Salem growls again and squeaks, spitting words at me, the boys soothingly trying to calm her with soft popping words of comfort, and eventually, she calms down.
She finally burns herself out, although I have not, and my fists, painted in red and blue turquoise scales, balls up in anxiety and excited angry energy.

"Would you two..." Zander breaths, wheezing ever so slightly, "...calm yourselves?...good lordie, you two are acting like children, what is wrong with you two!?" he snaps.

Me and Salem looks at each other, and Salem, now much calmer, slides to the ground, taking another sip from her water bottle, sighing awkwardly.
I rub the back of my neck, my face flushed at how I acted, but I still have nervous energy, so much so that without any warning I punch the wall next to me.
There's no dent, and I immediately feel bad, but toilet paper comes crashing down to the floor, and I rub the spot in the smooth walls where I punched it, as a sort of apology.

"Whoa, easy there siren," Salem jokes sarcastically, giving me a small smirk while sipping at her water.
I almost run towards her, growling, when Zander yells. "THE BATHROOM!"

We all look at him as if he's gone insane.

"You need to pee?" Salem asks, her eyebrow raising.

"No, the bathroom! We can hide out in there! It'll be a lot more spacious than the laundry closet, and we'll be able to wait in there until we can look for Kyril."

The others seem to agree.

I nod.

Luna's P.O.V

I don't think the others have noticed I'm gone yet.

That's okay. I'm kinda quiet anyways.

The girl with the tan shirt is breathing quite deeply while stroking a small penny splashed cat, the girl with blue grey misty eyes is staring into space...
...and the boy with darker skin is taking a nap.

I saw him hit his head on the floor when he tripped. We're in the hallway right now, resting up, drinking from some water bottles and catching our breaths.

It's nice to think right now.

Clear our minds, fog over our webbed brains, sort everything else out so it can just melt and disperse into nothingness.

I've been observing the others.
The younger one with dirty blonde hair in a low ponytail is clicking her feet together, smiling ever so slightly and staring at nothing.

She looks quite deep.

The other girl with milky cocoa skin has a slooped one sided black wig that goes really well with her tan shirt and black shorts, petting the tabby lovingly as it melts in her arms.
She's quite nice.

The boy seems quiet. Well, okay, no duh. Obviously.
But I just mean, generally. He seems silent in most options and opinions, but kind of hot-headed and angry, but I think he's loyal to his friends.
If not a bit angrier at them then he'd like to admit.
But other than all of this, I have no idea what to make of myself.

I get a small cold washcloth, cool with ice freezing water, sinking to my knees and going just besides the boy, Asher, I think.
I dab the damp wet cloth onto his forehead, where a small gash on his forehead, then to his arm where the other girl scratched at him.

I wring out the cream colored white cloth, which splashes onto his skin, and I go up to wet it again. I place the newly damp cold cloth on his forehead, splashed across, and go back to sitting.
I look over to the younger smaller girl, probably the youngest one here. That's understandable. Some younger ones are often more scared.

The girl looks at me, embarrassed.

"Do you need to pee?" I ask her.
She looks down and nods. I smile and help her stand up as the boy's eyes flutter ever so slightly, but stirring, he remains calm and content, diving back under consciousness.
I guide the girl – Dawson, I think, - towards the bathroom, when we see a giant shadow cascading across the room.
Another shadow comes from the bedroom where we saw it before.

"There's two!?" Dawson squeaks.

I catch an ever so slight glimpse of Autumn, running down and yelling at someone inaudibly, before the shadow falls over us and the lights go off.

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Finally updated.
Written by Goldendoodlegamer11