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BAM! The wall hit much sooner than he had counted on. Words were screamed incoherently; replaced by a deafening ringing in his ears. Killer laid there, bruised and broken as he looked up at the other two. Horror stared down at Killer with a horrified expression as he knew he was next. Killer couldn’t see Dust’s face as it was obscured by shadow from his hood but he knew that he was probably trying to hide his fear regardless. A goopy tentacle shoved Horror, full force, into the front door. Such a sturdy door that never seemed to fall no matter how many times a henchman had been thrown into it. Dust finally began to tremble, reality setting in. He desperately tried to teleport away but his leg was caught moments before he could and he was slammed into an unsuspecting wall.
Horror grimaced as Dust bandaged his head. Killer laid down, facing the corner, on the bean bags. The three hid in their secret cupboard under the stairs; which seemed to be the only area where they could truly be themselves and find peace. Dust gave Horror’s head a gentle kiss and then sat next to him. He then turned to Killer.
“I could patch your arm up for you if you’d like.” Dust offered to Killer. There was no response. “..Your choice, I guess.” He continued, dismissively.
Horror carefully picked Dust up and put him in his lap, resting his chin on his head. Dust smiled. He knew that it was only a matter of time before they were all separated again, so he relished these moments. They sat in silence; only the occasional shifting in the bean bags as Killer tried to get more comfortable broke the silence. The room was small and just barely big enough to fit them all. It had been patched up and cleaned as well as it could be. Pillows, blankets and plush furniture made it cozy; well, as cozy as a cramped, run-down closet could be for three monsters.
Suddenly, Killer shot up and mumbled something too quiet to hear. Just as quick, there was a knock at the door. “Mot de passe.” A voice spoke from the other side. It was Cross. Dust had always found French to be fascinating so he taught Cross to say ‘Mot de passe’, meaning password, as a tell that it was him. Getting up, Dust got the door.
“Sorry, guys, 6 pm. That’s curfew.” He said, looking guilty.
Dust shook his head. “You’re not sorry. It’s your job.” The skeleton patted him on the back before stepping out.
Killer followed close behind, dismissing Cross’ presence. Cross noted Killer’s messed up arm and how much determination was dripping from his eyes, alone. He looked upon all of them with remorse. Horror climbed out of the room with a grunt before following the other two up the stairs. Cross sighed and locked up the closet.
The castle was cold and reeked of death. Its walls towered high above any insignificant soul that was least fortunate to enter such a place. Paintings covered the structure as tall as the eye could see, it seemed, showcasing chilling depictions of the boss. Cross shivered as he passed one. Its eyes always seemed to follow him. The trio took no notice of the paintings that once petrified them; they’d been trapped there for much longer than him. Killer stopped in front of a dark, crooked door and turned the particularly angular knob. Cross watched as he entered the dimly lit room and closed the door. A faint thud could be heard from the other side just moments afterwards.
Cross became slightly concerned. “Is- is he ok?” He asked, turning to Dust and Horror.
Dust looked to Killer’s door. “Oh, yeah.. He’s just tired.” Horror nodded in agreement with a more saddened.
Cross wasn’t too convinced but continued to walk as he saw that he was being left behind. The hallway stretched a sickening distance; much too far to be normal. The silence was suffocating and the walls looked as though they were closing in. The only thing that broke the stillness was when Horror opened the door to his room. Cross caught a glimpse of Horror’s room. It was dull and barren and grey. It made him sad. Then the door closed and Cross had to continue on with Dust. Finally, the corridor took a bend with Cross’ room on the left. He watched Dust walk to the very end of the hall and open a narrow door. Dust turned around before he entered.
Cross waved. “Goodnight, Dust…” He said, smiling slightly.
Dust stared at him with an almost longing expression for a moment and then smiled back, heading inside. Cross’ smile slowly faded and he retreated to his room.