"When one star dies, the rest of them cry tears. There being will tear our existence to shreds floating throughout the nothingness."

Horror found himself in a small room and judging by the surroundings; he was still in Lusst'ghaa. He was a little disappointed that the portal wasn't an exit to this cursed place, but he couldn't complain, could he. Horror examined the goblin-like statue in the middle of the room, but there was nothing special about it. There wasn't anything in the room beside the statue. Which meant he would have to use the mask. Equipping the mask on Horror was greeted with a new open passage. At the end of the passage was another portal. So that was why he felt extra magic in the air. He started navigating through the narrow tunnel until eventually, he reached the portal. "Hopefully this is the exit."

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Horror slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a room, and this time it was the real world. Thank the stars, he wasn't sure he would be able to stay in the other dimension for another minute. Staring at the mask in his hands he stored it away. It reminded him of Dream. Horror knew he still had to find Dream and get his out, but the news of what happened to his and Lust's child... Horror clutched his fists tightly. He could allow his weakness out yet. He could save his tears for when they got out. His pumpkin would be crushed by the news. He couldn't imagine how his husband would feel. Discovering that the child you were taking care of was not truly your original child, but yet the child of the man who kidnapped you. There was nothing stopping him and Lust from leaving now... now all he had to do was find Dream.

Checking to see that the coast was clear of cultist Horror stepped out of the room. "I'm gonna have to find a mask soon..." if he didn't the cultist would believe he was an intruder. Looking down at the robes Horror sighed, "From afar I look like one of them... so if I don't get too close to them I guess it's fine." But better safe than sorry. As Horror walked down the hall a painting caught his eye. It was a nude skeleton... he probably shouldn't be looking at such an inappropriate painting, but something was off about it. No one would notice if he... carefully he slipped the painting off the wall and looked at the back. Names... a bunch of names was written on the back. "Why would they write names on the back...?" Probably another weird cult thing. Placing the frame back on the wall Horror descended down the stairs, only to freeze when he heard voices at the bottom. Quietly as possible Horror went back up the stairs. He could wait until they leave. While Horror camped on the stairs, he couldn't help but overhear what was being said.

"Sci is convincing everyone not to enter the Lusst'ghaa," said a female cultist, "He keeps saying that all who ended in there, died."

"He is the only one that made it out alive." Horror rolled his eyes at the sentence. Guess Sci isn't the only one who made it out alive now.

"If he finds out that some of us are bailing... he will go mad. He'll kill us." a rough voice stated.

"I know. That's why I think we should get out of here."

"I think... I think Sci is right." The male cultist nodded in agreement.

"It's hard to admit that, but we've both suspected that Error is a madman." They paused before continuing, "Too late for futile discussions. Left-wing is the best option."

"Lead on then. The sooner we leave, the better." with those words said the duo left. Horror quickly went down the stairs and outside. "Finally." He was beginning to think that the would never leave. Horror saw he was in another garden with a few cultists in the middle. He doubts that they would pay any attention to him, especially with the "performance" that was going on. Horror looked away, "This place is so messed up..." The classical music that was being played drowned out his footsteps, so he didn't have to worry about that. He swiftly passed the cultists and opened the door to be greeted with another cultist. Before Horror could have a heart attack, he quickly discovered that this one was naked and dead. He couldn't help but be curious about how this person died. But that wasn't important at the moment cause this one had a mask. Removing the mask from them he smiled, "Thank you for dying." With those words said Horror went back outside.

Horror stared in silence. He had no words for this. The previous cultists that had been outside are now all dead. How did this happen? He had been in this room not so long ago. How could someone slaughter all of these people without making a noise? He had to get Lust and Dream out and now.

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The monster watched as the injured skeleton ran down the hall to find his beloved husband and friend. They giggled to himself. It was too late for the golden one. After all, they made their choice already. He supposed that he could make a little arrangement for them to meet one last time.