PIT BABE: the dark nexus

Screams & Whispers

In the dimly lit demon hunters' headquarters, Pete, the leader, sat lost in thought, his usual authoritative demeanor overshadowed by the shock of realization. The room echoed with silence as Pete grappled with the mysteries unfolding before him.

Meanwhile, Alan, always curious, took charge, recognizing the need for tangible clues amidst the uncertainty.

Alan: "Babe, draw the mark you saw on that boy's arm. We need to understand what it means."

Babe, now visible, nodded and began sketching the mysterious mark with a pencil on a sheet of paper. The scratch of the pencil resonated in the room, a stark contrast to the weighty silence surrounding Pete.

On the other side of the room, North, known for his candid nature, approached Pete with a mix of concern and curiosity.

North: "Phi, what's going on? You seem... different. Something's bothering you. Spill it."

Pete, still grappling with the shock, chose to keep his newfound realization to himself, resisting the urge to share the depths of his thoughts.

Pete: "It's complicated, North. We need more information before jumping to conclusions. Let's focus on our tasks for now."

North, though not entirely satisfied, nodded reluctantly and returned to his place. The room remained charged with an unspoken tension, each member of the team immersed in their designated roles– Babe diligently sketching, Alan engrossed in research, and Pete, the leader, navigating the intricate labyrinth of thoughts that had taken root in his mind.

Babe was busy sketching the mysterious mark when suddenly, a chilling cry pierced the air.

Unknown Voice: "KILL ME!"

Startled, Babe stumbled back, shaken by the unexpected plea. The other demon hunters rushed over, concern etched on their faces,but to their surprise, none of them had heard the haunting cry except for Babe.

Pete: "Babe, what happened?"

Babe: "Someone... someone screamed 'kill me.'

Alan: " Scream! Who screamed? What are you saying babe?"

Babe, still in shock : "I heard someone screaming' kill me'. I heard it clear as day. Didn't you guys hear it?"

Confusion filled the room as the others looked at each other, realizing they were oblivious to the anguished cry.

Alan: "Babe, are you sure? We didn't hear anything."

Babe, still shaken, scanned the room, grappling with the unsettling realization that the cry had only reached his ears.

Babe: "I... I don't understand. It was so vivid, like someone was right here."

An uneasy silence settled over the room, leaving them to ponder the mysterious event. Little did they know, this was just the beginning of the shadows that intertwined the ordinary and supernatural worlds, blurring the lines between reality and the unseen.

Babe, still in shock from the unexplained cry, struggled to shake off the lingering unease. Alan, ever pragmatic, attempted to redirect the focus.

Alan: "Babe, let's get back to the sketch. Tell me about the mark you saw on that boy's arm. We need to understand its significance."

Babe, though visibly disturbed, composed himself and began explaining the intricate details of the mysterious mark. As he did so, Alan, with a reassuring nod, swiftly transitioned to research mode, determined to unravel the mysteries surrounding the cryptic symbol.

In a quiet corner of the demon hunters' headquarters, Kenta sat surrounded by his shadows, attuned to the unseen threads that connected the realms. He turned to Winner, his voice edged with a hint of foreboding.

Kenta: "Winner, my shadows are whispering something ominous. There's a presence approaching, something that might turn everything upside down."

Winner, the embodiment of hope and insight, focused his senses on the surroundings, a subtle furrow marking his brow.

Winner: "I sense it too, Kenta. There's an undercurrent of negativity, as if the very fabric of reality is about to shift. We need to stay vigilant."

ON. THE. OTHER. SIDE

In the heart of their cozy kitchen, Way and Charlie seamlessly navigated the dance of meal preparation, their laughter echoing off the walls as the scent of the upcoming feast filled the air. Amidst the sizzling pans and bubbling concoctions, their conversation meandered through the realms of the ordinary and the whimsically absurd.

Way: "Charlie, you know, if our cooking skills were as good as our banter, we'd be Michelin-star chefs by now."

Charlie: "Oh, absolutely phi. Our banter game is top-notch. The culinary skills, not so much."

Their exchange was punctuated with shared chuckles, a testament to the camaraderie that defined their friendship. As the banter continued, Charlie playfully teased Way about a mischievous escapade from their recent college day, sending them both into fits of laughter.

Charlie: "Remember phi, last year you tried convincing the professor that our pet rock was an essential element for academic success?"

Way: "Ah, the legendary pet rock! It had a stellar GPA, you know. Never missed a class."

Their banter reached its zenith, a crescendo of shared laughter and unspoken understanding. However, as the lighthearted conversation flowed, Charlie, with a mischievous glint in his eye, announced his departure.

Charlie: "Alright, Phi Way, I've got to tackle this assignment. Don't burn the kitchen down while I'm gone."

Way: "No promises, but I'll do my best. Go conquer those academic mountains, my friend."

Way couldn't help but notice the marks on Charlie's arms before he left the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, Way continued cooking.

However, just as he resumed, a desperate whisper filled the air, saying, "He's making me do it, Phi." Startled, Way dropped the spatula, looking around in shock, but found no one present in the kitchen.

As the clatter of the dropped spatula echoed in the kitchen, Kim, curious about the commotion, hurriedly entered, concern etched on his face.

Kim: "Phi,what happened? Are you ok? I heard something drop."

However, Way, still reeling from the unsettling whisper, hesitated to share the strange encounter. He dismissed it as a figment of his imagination, a haunting residue from the nightmare that had haunted his sleep.

Way: "Oh, it's nothing, Kim. Just my clumsy self playing tricks on me."

Despite Way's attempt to brush off the unease, Kim, perceptive as ever, sensed something amiss. Determined to lift the spirits of his best friend, he infused the moment with humor.

Kim: "Clumsy, huh? Well, next time, I'll make sure to equip you with anti-clumsiness charms. No dropping spatulas allowed in this kitchen!"

Their exchange, laden with jest and camaraderie, aimed to dispel the lingering tension. Unbeknownst to them, beneath the veil of laughter, an enigma quietly took root, casting a mysterious shadow over their ordinary evening.

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Author's note: I know it's short but I hope you liked it... Please show some love bubbly pumpkins... I'll see u guys in next episode till then take care of yourselves and I love you all💕✌🏻