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"Ugh... There's nothing around here but graves," I huffed, putting my hands on my hips, "This is totally useless! I hope Rachel finds something good."
"Damn, that's hard!"
I jolted slightly and looked back at Zack, who tried to smash his small headstone with his scythe. He failed miserably, the vibrations going right back through his body.
"What are you doing?! At least try to make yourself useful!"
"Aghh, shut up!" He swung at the headstone again, this time smashing it to pieces. "Haha! I did it!"
He kicked at the pieces of rocks like a stubborn child, making me roll my eyes.
"Yes, what an accomplishment! You gonna smash every other headstone in here?"
He looked back at me and grinned wildly. ... I shouldn't have said that...
He started swinging his scythe around mindlessly, smashing up the surrounding headstones.
"Would you stop already?! You're just making a huge mess!"
"And would you shut up?! You're no fun!"
I walked up to him and held my knife to his neck, making him pause. I narrowed my eyes at him and gritted my teeth.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not just gonna let you push me around like that," I spat, my voice lower, "Don't think I'm just gonna let you do whatever you want. Once this is over and we're outta here, I'm gonna take Rachel and leave. You won't even have a chance to kill her."
He looked at me for a long moment before grinning again.
" 'S that so?" He mused with a chuckle, "Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but the girl wants ta be killed. Besides, I don't go back on my word. I'm just not that typa guy." Unafraid of my threats, me pulled away and walked up to Rachel's grave. "I don't see why she would be so attached to this thing."
"Well, whatever the reason may be, she told us not to destroy it!"
"Yeah, yeah."
I looked back at the crack in the wall boredom, and to my surprise, Rachel crawled back out.
"Rachel!" I called out, rushing over to her.
Her gaze landed on the destroyed graves, her face shifting to that of confusion.
"What happened?" She mumbled.
"Someone got a little too bored."
"You're late! What were you doin'?" Zack shouted as we walked back over to him.
"Don't worry about him. Did you find anything?"
"There was a workshop and a reference room to the right of it," she explained, "There was a door at the other end, but it wouldn't open. I also found these." With those words, she reached into her bag and pulled out three papers. "Profiles."
I raised a brow and looked at them. There was one for each of us.
"Wow... Creepy..." I murmured, taking my paper.
I skimmed through it, realizing there was a lot of detailed information about me. My height, my weight, my... past...
My past?
Wait, what?
I don't...
Is this what I've forgotten?
I looked up, my heart racing and my breath hitched.
No... This can't be...
I'm a good person... I'm Rachel's big sister...
I'm not a murderer.
I looked back over at Rachel. Zack held his scythe to her neck, but J didn't react. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I felt... disconnected.
I heard him saying something... Something about... Isaac Foster? Who is that? I wonder... I just know one thing for certain.
I'm not a murderer.
I blinked slowly as I watched him move the scythe away, seeming to whine about something she said. Rachel looked back at me and put a hand on my arm.
"[NAME]? Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
I looked down at her, gazing into her blank eyes. ... She must know. She must've read my profile before she came back. But... she's acting like she knows nothing. Slowly, I nodded.
"Yes... Yes, I'm fine."
She nodded and turned back to Zack as I gathered my bearings. I groaned and rubbed my temple, forcing myself out of that space. When I looked back up at Rachel and Zack, I saw Zack swinging at Rachel's headstone.
"Wait!" Rachel tried to cry out, but that didn't stop him.
He smashed the top piece of it, removing her name.
"What's your problem?!" I shouted.
He simply laughed and went for my headstone as well, smashing it to bits.
"Ahh, that felt good!" He swung his scythe back over his shoulder with a grin. "Don't be too upset! Neither of ya are dyin' 'til we get above ground!"
I wanna stab him.
...
No.
I can't.
Because I'm not a murderer.
I kept my knife securely in my pocket. I won't use it unless I have to. It's for self defense only now!
The three of us walked over to the pond that surrounded the walkway.
"I wonder why there's just a pond here. It's pretty suspicious," I hummed, propping a hand on my hip.
"Hey, what should we do?" Zack asked Rachel.
"... Isaac. I want you to look for a switch in the water," she said promptly.
So he's Isaac Foster...
"Wha-?! Why me?!"
"It's fine if you don't want to."
"... Never said I wouldn't. And just call me Zack."
He stepped into the water, making me grimace slightly. Wet clothes... gross.
I looked at Rachel, noticing that she was more quiet than usual. She looked sorta... down.
"Are you okay, Rachel?" I asked, "Is it because he smashed your grave?"
"... Well... That's part of it... It's just..." She looked back at Zack. "Will you really kill me? I'm boring, so..."
I tensed up at her words. Killing... I won't let her get killed. Not even if she wants to be.
"Y'know, if you're so desperate to get killed, why not do it yourself?" Zack suggested.
"... I can't commit suicide."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Because... God said so...? Don't ask me. I'm not sure either, but God said so, that's how it is. It's unforgivable."
I watched the two of them speak, my fists clenching slightly. Zack tried to get her to do some facial expressions, but she was unable to. It was like her facial muscles refused to work.
'Ugh... This is so boring...'
I turned and headed over to the crack in the wall, letting the two of them speak. I peeked inside of it, wondering if there was some way I could squeeze myself inside of it. I might be able to, but I'd probably get stuck...
"Aha!"
I jolted and looked behind me. There was nobody there.
That's strange...
I could've sworn...
I looked up at Rachel walking over.
"Hmm? What're you doing, Ray?" I asked.
"I'll be back," she replied before disappearing into the crack again.
I watched silently before shaking my head. I wonder what's gotten into her. I looked back at Zack, who was walking over.
"Nice look," I hummed, referring to his soaked clothes.
"Ahh, shut up!"
I was about to retort when the lights suddenly cut off. It only lasted for a little bit though.
"Grave desecrator."
"Huh?"
When they cut back on, I looked behind me to see where that new voice came from. Sitting atop Rachel's broken grave was... a boy. He wore overalls with heavy gardening gloves and a scarf. His most defining feature, though, was the big orange pumpkin-mask he had on his entire head.
"Heya, Zack!" He said cheerfully, his voice that of a young teenager, or perhaps a pre-teen, "And [NAME]... I've been waiting for you!"
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