SUCCUMB TO THE DARKNESS AND DESTRUCTION

Chapter 15

??? pov

I trudge down the hallway, dragging my feet with each step.

Boss hasn't been in a good mood lately. He's been a little more violent...

I eventually reach the door. Dreading what comes next, I inhale and exhale to prepare myself.

A bead of sweat rolls down my skull as I knock at the door.

What feels like 10 minutes later, he speaks.

"Come in, Horror..."

Even though he specifically called me here... he's always able to tell who it is just from a simple knock... it scares me.

I push the rusted, golden handle open and enter the room.

I close the large door behind myself, and straighten my posture as I stand before him.

"You're standing so far... come a little closer..."

I gulp. That's never a good sign...

I take a few steps towards him.

"Ah, better."

I nod shakily.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

I shake my head no.

"USE YOUR WORDS."

I jump a little. His smirk seems to grow by my reaction.

"N-No boss, I don't know why you called me here..."

"I see. Well, I came to ask you of a favour. I want you to take a camera, and put it around your neck, but make sure it's recording. Then, I want you to try and find The Star Sanses' base. I would recommend checking the more... positive worlds."

Nightmare visibly cringes.

"If you come across Ink, or any of his friends, run. I've heard they got... a little upgrade. Is that clear to you?"

"Yes, boss."

"Good. Now, run along."

He shoos me out. I push the door open, and scurry out. The door closes behind me, and I sigh in relief. I walk back down the hallway. I soon make it to the living room.

"Hey, does anyone have a camera?"

I ask Dust and Killer, who are sitting on the couch.

"Nope."

Killer responds lazily.

I turn to Dust.

"Do you have one?"

He turns to the side, talking to thin air, well at least that's how it looks to me and everyone else. Dust is actually talking to his ghost brother.

"Yeah, I think I do. Come with me."

Dust grabs my hand, and we teleport into his room.

He rummages through a drawer, and pulls out a worn camera.

"Will this do?"

He asks me.

"If it can record, yes."

"Well, I think you're in luck! It's a little laggy, but still works."

He hands the camera to me, and I examine it.

"Thanks! I'll be on my way now-"

"Wait!"

Dust grabs my hand again. It sends tingles up my arm.