...wow, wait,

two chapters of this book in one week?

I know, what dimension is this? x)

let's check in on Lysa and Silver... shall we?

~~~

Silver was going to go insane.

Cassie had pushed everyone out into the other rooms, with no idea on how to get back to them.

Now she was stuck in the wooden hallway, dimmed and flickering with the crisp flick of the torches.

She wouldn't even know where to begin.

The small girl breathed.

Ok Silver, just find a bedroom. You can then sleep until morning. You can do that, right?

The pale girl, almost white skin, grey  blue fog clouded eyes, all wrapped up in her tin man costume, bits of her white hoodie showing through, went up to a random door, and took a deep breath.

Throwing it open, she saw another face.

Both figures screamed.

But in the dim light, Silver could just barely make out the taller girl, with her penny amber swept hair now kept up into a low ponytail, the fake blood splashed across her face.

"Lysa?"

"Silver!"

Lysa almost cried with relief. She had abandoned her costume hours ago, left in a corner for her to find and get back later.

So all she had currently was just her simple apple red oversized band t-shirt, 'The OOTL,' splashed across with big black letters.

She ruffled her dark black khakis and sighed huffily, staring at Silver with a concerned expression.

"You fell."

Silver looked at her sleeve, just above her elbow, was soaked in blood, right where the tin parted and they could see the sea of creamy white of the girl's bigger hoodie.

The metallic smell made Lysa gag, and Silver whimpered sheepishly. She rubbed the sore spot and shook it off.

Simply giving up on hiding it, and brushing over her white hair to the sides, awkwardly swaying back and forth.

Lysa snorted.

"How did that happen?"

The little (well, little-r,) girl explained. When Cassie had pushed everyone to safety, she had landed on her arm pretty badly.

Just now, pain suddenly stung, and salty hot tears stung like salt in the corners of Silver's eyes, like spikes.

Lysa shook her head, but smiled warmly, taking the girl's non-dead arm, and gesturing towards the rooms.

"Why don't we find a bathroom so you can wash up, okay?" Lysa's eyes then widened, and she snickered.

"Maybe so I can, too. We can hide from this, 'white pumpkin,' character, until its safe enough to go find the others."

"But-"

Silver stopped herself.

Oh, right.

Duh.

Lysa was the one to get sprayed and soaked with splotches of Fangirl's blood. Ice shot up the smaller girl's spine.

The two calmly walked around the hallways, the rain calmer now, plips plips plinks against the foggy windows.

Finally, Lysa saw cream.

Opening the door, a beautiful bathroom opened up, splashing across their eyes, polished, cool, and clean.

Silver's mouth fell open.

"Wow..."

The bathroom was fully shining white, polished quartz, but still looked almost melted together, calming.

A small baby pink crushed silk rug was on the side of a beautiful cream crystal bathtub, slender and connected to the wall.

Roses, colours of rose, coral, slate blue, baby blue, and baby pink were flowing over each other from a pastel pink vase.

A small wooden towel drawer was at one end of the bathtub, filled to the brim with fluffed pre-made soft pastel lunar towels.

At the other end, a shower that filled up the entire other wall, with crystal minted showerheads and different oils lined up in small cream racks on the side, clear warm water dripping slowly from its tip.

Lysa screamed.

"THIS. IS SO. FREAKING. COOL."

Silver rolled her eyes.

She didn't see the point in a bathroom this fancy, let alone something as beautifully done up as this.

But Lysa adored it.

"You wanna go first?"

Lysa nodded, jumping from one foot to the other, giggling while her eyes shone, her penny hair bobbing excitedly.

Silver was about to ask the other girl what she was going to do to make sure she wasn't killed while bathing.

But Lysa had already grabbed a baby pink towel, rushing over and grabbing some bubble bath foaming soap and some rose scented oils from the shower.

"Dude!" Silver snapped.

The older girl stopped, and flushed almost immediately at what she was doing. She dropped her towel and looked into Silver's annoyed grey eyes.

"Yeah?"

Silver scoffed, then groaned.

"We need a plan. I don't want you dying while you're taking a quick bath, please be quick, okay?"

Lysa took this in, then nodded grimly. If she were to have a bath and wash off the blood splashed on, she'd have to be quick.

"We should have a code word."

Silver thought, her blue grey misting eyes rolled to the side, and suddenly smiled simply, snapping her fingers nimbly.

"How about you say Rush, I say Kendall?"

Lysa's head tilted to the side like a confused dog, scrunching up her nose, then smiling sweetly, like Silver was insane.

"Why Rush and Kendall?"

Silver gave her a really look.

Oh.

"Right. That'll be good, and it sounds kinda cool, too. Only say it when there's an emergency, no pranks, okay?"

Silver nodded.

Silver left the room, Lysa grabbing her towels and scents, oils and foam, and smiled, in pure seafoam ecstasy.

"Don't waste all the bubble," Silver called from the other side of the door, and the other girl realized these were Cassie's.

Right.

Lysa slipped out of her OOTL apple watercolour splashed shirt, her dark black khakis, her socks and grey shoes.

Covering her...

(...well this got awkward...)

...herself, with a pastel pink towel, she turned on the tap, and clear shining pastel blue water sloshed into the tub cleanly.

Instantly, almost, smoke and foam, clean and clear white filled up the tub, bubbling and foaming at the edges.

The girl jumped from foot to foot, giggling.

She submerged into the clean water, the soap, also foamy and coral colored, filled her senses with roses.

It was like Heaven.

Pure, clean, and crystal.

Bubbles formed around her nose, and the girl felt herself begin to float on its surface, the water beautifully warm.

Her eyes closed, and a sense of home washed over her, the oils like floating rose petals dancing in her eyes.

Her amber bobbed hair came clean away from her back, feeling itself in the water and untangling, leaving it a glossy curtain.

Almost immediately, music from the sink came on, calming, softly sounding along with the softened rain outside.

The blood easily soaked from out of her face, both real and not, and melted in the clean sparkling stream of the bath.

Lysa would take baths like this at home, sure, but never this fancy, and never this warm, clean, or beautiful.

She missed home.

Not being able to work on her redstone projects, her puzzles, her books of the amber penny leather bound books, was terrible.

Absolutely sad.

But for now, this gave her a brief sense of home, of belonging, then she could go home and forget this insane mansion.

Not to mention the insane people.

Aranna was just cold, saying whatever came to mind, Rush was the one hanging on to sanity, Cassie was the owner of this place.

Stampy was a complete coward, so was Dawson, Investigator was too sarcastic...well, okay, the girl liked Investigator.

She didn't deserve to be here.

None of them did.

Feeling guilty for thinking such bad things about the others, Lysa submerged back into the warming bathwater.

She felt herself floating away.

~~~

Silver didn't like guarding.

It was creepy, eerie, irritating, and freaky as frick. The floorboards creaked softly, the dim light didn't help at all, the torches glowing ever so slightly.

The windows continued to display nothing but g in the rain, rumbling in the distance of the black night.

The cyan wool carpets, along with the auburn amber glowing shadowy wood, made ice shoot down Silver's spine.

I hate this.

Leaning against the bathroom door, she tried to block out the dimming light, the rumbling rain and thunder...

Surely enough, she could get through this whole foggy misted web of insanity, right?

I mean, she read creepy pasta. This was way better than reading about Slender stroking someone's nose in their sleep.

(...I like Phil, okay?...)

She closed her eyes, imaging the swirling things going on in her foggy misted mind, her blue grey eyes feeling calmer now.

She began to hum.

It was small, just a little hum of something, a song, by Owl City...something about alligators in the sky.

"Remember to breathe, 'cause it'll take your breath away..." Silver mumbled in a soft singsong, smiling to herself.

Behind the door, the other girl snorted to the girl's humming, wondering what the crap Rush had done to her.

And then the floorboards creaked.

Silver's eyes snapped open.

Before she knew what was happening, she stumbled backwards against the door, to her feet, her iron sword drawn, breathing swiftly.

A shadow was cascading across the dim light, walking ever so slowly, and Silver's breathing deepened.

Emergency.

This is an emergency.

She banged on the doors to the bathroom, yelling out, "KENDALL! RUSH!" Then realized how stupid that sounded.

~~~

Lysa was floating.

On clouds, wispy and creamy, through the baby blue lunar pastel sky, past the crumbled stars of paper, past the dots shining past her.

She swore she could hear someone yelling.

Then she realized.

She bolted awake, sparking, her eyes snapping open with deep swirling alarm.

Grabbing the towel, she twisted her backside in order to turn off the bath's tap, not wanting the warm washing stream to end.

But something pushed her back to the waves, which was still filled to the brim with frothy bubbles of clear cool waves.

A bit of the blood resurfaced up to the surface of the tub, and the girl could just make out it swirling on the blue ish clear waves.

But...it wasn't her blood.

Not Fangirl's blood.

It was the white pumpkin's blood.

She saw a dark grey – almost black – glove push on her chest, and Lysa started to panic, seeing dripping burgundy drying blood on its hands.

Sand and deserts, bones and waterfalls, seas of crystal and aquamarine oceans, fog and mist, all closed around Lysa, and she couldn't move.

~~~

Silver saw the white pumpkin, all before he even saw her. The shimmering slate axe, the blue jumpsuit with dark grey black buttons lining the sides.

The white pumpkin, glistening and in shades of overflowing white and cream, and the evil smile carved into its bottom.

It made its way to Silver, oh so slowly, wielding the shimmering axe, burgundy blood already dried into the small weapon.

Silver whimpered.

The White Pumpkin all of a sudden broke into a full pure ecstasy sprint, its dark swirling eyes narrowing in simple slate hatred.

Silver's sword raised high above her own head, and she bared her teeth for impact.

But...no.

Instead, the murderer jumped through a painting, just besides the bathroom door, and turned a corner, melting in the oak wooden cyan painting

"Hey!" Silver called accusingly, following the insane creature, up towards the painting. Breaking it, she saw what was behind.

A simple hallway, short, made entirely of wood, with a bit of polished andesite and stone, prismarine and aqua shining sea lanterns near the bottom.

The White Pumpkin, which was probably the first time he was showing his face, disappeared and smoothly swiftly turned down the hallway.

"Get back here!" Silver yelled out angrily, completely abashed at what this creature was attempting to do.

Following him by climbing up the small polished quartz couch and into the chipping oak wooden edges of the painting, she rushed down the hallway.

Turning the corner, she was met with another painting, and stumbled backwards at being so close to it, yelling out in shock.

Quickly taking a deep breath in and out, she continued, and her mouth fell open at what she saw.

Lysa was facing face up in the bath, bobbing, covered by a few of the oils and bubbles, the roses and coral scent.

Her eyes were milky and faded; floating in a sea of grey storms and slate meadows, and her expression was blank as a wispy cloud.

Silver gulped.

She took one futile step towards her, when Lysa despawned. Tears immediately came to Silver's eyes, and panic set in.

In blood, written on the wall high above the bathtub, above the calming scents of rose, were words.

Smeared with blood.

I WILL GO HOME.

EVEN IF I HAVE TO RESORT...TO MURDER.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh..." She stumbled, stuttering and holding her head, seering with pain, sobs, and heavy tears.

More terrified than anything, she ran from the bathroom.

Clearly, Lysa didn't have the enchanted flint and steel, because the murderer had clearly fled from the bathroom pretty easily and swiftly.

And if he had stayed and gotten the flint and steel, he could have just as easily have killed Silver with that axe.

He could have gone home.

But, if Lysa didn't have what he wanted...

...then who did?