It's been... A couple of days since we've been stuck here, down in this cold dungeon. There were no windows at all, other than the one down the hallway on the other side of those old, rusty bars. Me, Cross and Killer had nothing else to do but just sit on our concrete beds that was attacked to the wall by some yet again, old rusty chains which looked like they would snap at any moment. We just stared at the filth on the cold ground.

  "..." It's was way to quiet.. I just couldn't stand it. The only thing that would make noise is either the sound of water dripping from the ceiling or Killer's unbearable snoring in the middle if the night. Speaking of the devil, Killer asked, "Hey guys... What do you think will happen now?" Only silence could answer all our questions. Of course silence, had gone away as I spoke, "Either torture for betrayal or... death". Cross then chuckled, "Do you think Horror would be the one to chop our heads off or Reaper?". Killer started wheezing and fell off his bed while Cross kept chuckling and leaving me confused. "Who's Reaper?" "Pretty much what his name says" Cross explained as a sudden black mist appeared behind the bars. "I heard someone call me?" Said the fellow black hooded skeleton. "And that there, is Reaper." Killer announced.

  "Hey Reaper?" Killer asked, having a question on him mind. "Yeah blank eyes?" Reaper answered. "Is any of us on the list of people that will die soon?". The room went quiet as Reaper spawned a long list of names. Some where in black ink but a couple were in red. "Well.. I do have the ones for next week's on here..." Reaper said, being mysterious after his eye sockets went blank just like Killer's but his, his was an expression of shock or surprise. "One of you will be 6 feet down soon.." Reaper said and spawned his scythe. The three of us in the cell looked at eachother, worried and scared. "W-who?" Cross asked, even though I really wished he didn't asked. Reaper chuckled and raised his scythe and pointed it at....

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  My hands started to shake and sweat. Was trying to create a peace treaty without Lord Nightmare's permission really that bad? Did he really hate the idea of not killing his brother?

  Why?

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  Quiet...

  Silence once again was the only one to answer our questions...

  "Is it... possible to change a person's fate even if their name is written on the list?" Killer asked. "Well normally, yes, but if their name is written in red, then it'll be difficult as they're closer towards the dead end." Reaper answered. I lowered my head, looking back down at the cold ground. What was I supposed to do now? I mean, even if I spent  most of my life in these huge castle, I never really had permission to enter the dungeon or anywhere near it. So if I were to try escape, I'd get lost and instantly killed when I'm in line of sight of anyone! Only option is to either rot down here or except fate....

  "NO!" Cross growled and bashed his fist on the wall he was leaning on, leaving a cracked wall. He stood up from his bed and looked directly at me. "I know what the hell you're thinking and I'm not letting you die!" He yelled. He looked so determined to let me live, and I bet he was. "We know this entire place. We will escape and get us outta here without leaving anyone behind" Killer and Cross claimed. I smirked and nodded, hoping off my bed. Reaper looked back to his list and chuckled. He looked at us and said, "Good luck" and disappeared.

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"So boys~ what's our plan?"