Chapter 3: Aberration

10:12 P.M Day One

First Floor

Sanctuary

Alpha sat on one of the pews with a curious look on his face. "Mister Remy, do you think this strange circle you've drawn will work?"

"Dude, I have no idea. I don't know how to explain it, but I have information in my head that I didn't have before all of this. It's like I know things I shouldn't know," the Exorcist admitted as he loosened his collar. "I do know that, considering our situation, I feel more safe here than anywhere else."

The Ultimate Spirit Channeler took a steadying breath. She sat cross-legged near a large altar. "Don't you think we were a little quick to assume the worst about the others? Monsters or not, they are as much victims of the situation as we are."

Samuel shook his head as he lightly paced back and forth. "Whether that's true or not, most of them undoubtedly possess a physical advantage if it comes to bloodshed. You saw how Jizoku got back up after having his neck snapped. If one of them does wish to spill blood, then they will undoubtedly either go after the kid or whomever is the most vulnerable. Staying in a larger group, though, affords us some security."

"I really hope nothing happens tonight. I don't know any of you that well, but I don't want to see anyone harmed," the alien murmured.

Rembrandt made a sign for a cross over his chest before responding. "We must put our faith in the Almighty. We must believe that, through Him, we will find salvation from this tribulation."

"The time since the tragedy has certainly been a test for everyone's faith. Though I do hope there is a plan. It's one of the things that keeps me going." Samuel said in a stern manner. "Perhaps God will deliver us from this nightmare. However, I don't think we should blindly hope for that. Should we make it till sunrise, I suggest we investigate the island."

Hana's shoulders slumped a moment as her body began to writhe slowly. Several nearby candles suddenly fizzled out, causing the room's lighting to dim considerably.

"Miss Sugimoto, are you all right?" Remy asked as he adjusted his hat.

Suddenly, the girl's head snapped up as her eyes shifted to a light blue tint. As she spoke, her voice even sounded higher, though it held a strange timber to it. "Angie is doing great! Praise be to Atua for letting her visit this world once more."

"What in the world is she going on about?" Samuel asked with a slightly disconcerted expression. He slowly rested a hand on his combat knife.

"She's channeling someone else. This isn't Hana right now, but someone named Angie Yonaga," Alpha responded as the appendages on his head glowed ever so slightly. "Th-Though, I think she's already deceased. Her presence is strange."

The Ultimate Exorcist suddenly stood up before grasping at his Bible. "I will only ask you once to relinquish Miss Sugimoto's body, spirit."

The possessed girl tapped at her chin. "Oh, there's no need to get upset. Angie is merely using Hana to speak to you all. She is the one who bridged the gap. Her power is far stronger than any circle of salt."

"Angie Yonaga," Samuel whispered to himself as his brow furrowed. "Weren't you a student of Hope's Peak?"

"Oh yes. Angie and many others were involved in the first killing game. In life, Angie wanted to help people, but she was naïve. She did horrible things in the name of Atua."

"You killed someone? No, you killed three people!" Alpha exclaimed with a horrified expression.

Remy offered a hard look at the possessed girl. "For someone who spouts the words of a holy figure, your hands seem to be covered in a lot of blood."

Hana's head tilted to the side slightly. "Angie will never be able to make right what she has done. The killing game changes people. If you're not careful, it will do the same to all of you."

The Ultimate Hunter frowned. "How did you get here? I don't know where we are, but I'm pretty sure the first game took place in the heart of Tokyo."

The possessed Channeler raised her arms. "We're all here. Everyone who was involved in these games. Many of us had passed on, but something brought us to this place. Our souls cannot find peace. At this rate, we may never move on."

"Wait a moment. You're saying that all those who died in the previous games are in this mansion? What kind of devilry could have caused such a result?" Remy asked.

"Angie does not know. It is time for her to depart. This exacts a toll on Hana's body, and Angie does not wish to cause any more harm than she did in life."

As soon as the words left the girl's mouth, Hana's body went limp once more.

"Miss Sugimoto? Are you all right? Do you feel ill?" the Exorcist asked as he knelt next to her before gingerly shaking her shoulder.

A few seconds elapsed before the girl weakly lifted her chin. Her eyes had returned to their natural tint, though a bead of sweat had settled on her forehead. "I believe I'm well, but I feel completely exhausted. Did the spirit offer anything useful?"

"So you don't remember anything?" Alpha asked curiously.

Hana shook her head in response. "No, I just remember her reaching out to me and asking permission to use my body."

"Well, it seems like you've got quite the gift, though you're not the only one. Turns out this mansion is likely brimming with spirits. Alpha, how did you know so much about the spirit?" Samuel asked as he eyed the alien intently.

"O-Oh, that? Well, I can sort of read minds. I promise I would never invade your privacy, but I feared for Hana's safety when she was acting differently."

Remy took a relieved breath as he took off his hat. "If nothing else, this experience has given me something to aspire to. These souls deserve to move on. I have to believe that is what the Lord would wish for me to do."

"We'll do it together, somehow. No one should be forced to remain captive in this place, spirit or otherwise," Hana agreed.

Samuel shook his head. "That sounds nice and all on paper but, as I see it, we can't even save ourselves, let alone the dead. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. For now, we should just focus on making it till sunrise."

11:30 P.M Day One

First Floor

Grand Library

The Ultimate Dragon offered a baleful look as she towered over the Ultimate Djinn. "Did I not make myself clear? If you pester me, I will tear apart that pretty blue skin with my claws."

Jana smiled politely as she sat with a book propped against her chest. "You made yourself quite clear, but you are the Librarian, are you not? I've come seeking knowledge, so I assumed you would have no qualms with helping me."

Saino extended one of her long limbs before hooking a claw under the girl's chin. "You're surprisingly bold, if not reckless. At the very least, I am slightly amused. What is it that you wish to know?"

The Djinn offered a smoldering look. "I want to know everything about Djinn legends and myths. How else can I begin to understand my abilities?"

A low rumble escaped the scaly humanoid. "If you rely solely on the legends, you will find more half-truths than credible information."

"So we are just a product of science? There are rational explanations for all of us?"

"There may indeed be explanations, but that does not mean they come from a place of science. Make no mistake, most of you truly are the result of the dark arts, and as such, it is more than mere physical changes," Saino responded.

Jana's lips pursed together softly. "Yes, I had observed Alexander's use of magic and Akeno's uncanny strength and speed. Does that mean I'm capable of similar feats? Can I actually grant wishes?"

The Dragon whipped her tail through the air. "I'm afraid such powers are beyond the scope of what you're capable of. However, do not take that as a sign that you are without incredible gifts. You've undergone a major physical transformation, and you're certainly not the only one. Like with some of the others, you are naturally captivating, and most will struggle to deny you anything. However, your true power lies in creation. While you can't grant wishes, you can create things using your body as a conduit."

"Creation? What exactly are the limitations? Just what can I do?" the Djinn asked.

"The more you practice your craft, the more you'll be capable of creating. A word of caution: start small. Everything you create will tax your mana. Should you over exhaust yourself, you could pass out, slip into a coma, or even die."

The blue-skinned beauty narrowed her eyes as she closed her hand before taking a measured breath. As she opened her palm, a diamond now rested within her hand. "I thought you might prove helpful, but I never imagined to this degree. It feels like I just ran a lap around the room," she admitted.

Saino offered a low chuckle as she observed the gem. "Well, as I said, your ability draws on your imagination and your body's mana is what fuels the effort."

"If I may ask, how do you know so much? You seem more than slightly versed in my abilities."

"That's rather simple. Jibo Momota is a brilliant man, but his expertise lies in science. He relied heavily on me when it came to shedding light on what goes bump in the night," the Dragon responded.

Jana pursed her lips. "I see. And what exactly is out there? The Surgeon made it quite clear there were other experiments aside from us."

Saino settled her jade gaze upon the Djinn. "Some reside in the crypt Sabishi guards, though others may be found scattered across this island. Let's just say that the two that fled into the night aren't the only experiments who've tried to escape."

12:03 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Common Hall (Lounge)

The Ultimate Vampire practically bounded back and forth across the lounge. She began to suddenly walk up one side of the wall before hanging vertically from the ceiling. "Hey, look! For some reason, I'm not falling! Isn't this so freaking cool?"

Alexander rubbed at his chin as he stared up at her with a bemused expression. He was savoring the lovely pale skin that was exposed. "It is quite the view." He chuckled shamelessly.

Colleen sat in a recliner on the far side of the lounge with her knees pulled against her chest. She tightened her scarf before gazing up at the girl who hung from the ceiling. "How can you still be so energetic? Aren't you exhausted by now?"

Her voice was rather stern, but it also held a small hint of curiosity.

Akeno waved her cloak around dramatically. "Bleh, I'm not tired in the slightest! In fact, I've never felt so alive before. Behold! I am Queen Akeno Shujinmo, the matron of all vampires!"

The Ultimate Sorcerer held up his bandaged hand as tendrils of arcane magic materialized before flitting between his fingertips. "It is merely a theory, but many supernatural creatures are known to be more active at night. If this holds true with real supernatural beings, it might explain her energy, specially since she was able to feed not long ago."

"Not that it concerns me, but what happens to her at daybreak? Will she turn to ash or something?" the Dullahan asked.

"A-ASH?!" the Vampire screeched as she plummeted from the ceiling before landing silently on her feet.

A low chuckle fell from the boy's lips. "Relax, my queen. I sincerely doubt you have anything to worry about. There are many depictions of vampires across the globe. I somehow doubt you would have been given such a weakness. That would be excessively cruel, even for our captor."

Colleen offered an indifferent shrug. "We can't know for sure though, right? Clearly we're dealing with madmen."

Akeno offered a fangy grin, before resting a hand on her hip. "Fufufu! Then, to be safe, I will apply plenty of sunblock. I shall not be felled by the accursed light."

"Moron. If the sun hurts you, I doubt some ointment is going to do much good- not that it matters, anyways. We're stuck in this accursed mansion. Since those two who left haven't returned, it likely means they're already dead," the Dullahan said before rising to her feet and heading towards her bedroom. "It would be better for all of you if I kept my distance. Death always seems to follow me."

"Was it something I said?" the Vampire asked.

The Ultimate Sorcerer shook his head, his eyes seemed to glow from the fire raging in the hearth. "No, my fair maiden, you mustn't blame yourself. I'm sure Miss Brennan just needs some time to process everything. The stress is likely getting to her. I think we're adjusting better than some of the others."

Akeno's smile faded slightly as she collapsed onto a nearby couch and kicked her legs into the air. "I guess I didn't think of how some of the others got stuck with something they didn't ask for. I know this is going to sound crazy, but this is kind of a dream come true to me."

"What, you wanted to be the queen of all vampires?" Alexander chuckled.

"Well, yeah. Sorta. I mean, I was never one of those really obnoxious goth girls who loved Twilight and liked to write fanfiction about it. I was born to very eccentric parents. My father was a horror film maker and my mother was a historian. They both were really into the occult, I spent several years abroad in Romania with the both of them. I guess between the pair of them, I had no choice but to turn out this way. I was just always fascinated with the idea of beings who could do the impossible, and were eternally beautiful."

Akeno's serious expression shifted abruptly into wonder. "Wait, does this mean I'm freaking immortal?"

Alexander quirked a single brow before a mischievous smile spread across his lips. "That's an interesting question. The idea of your beauty never fading truly warms my heart."

"Fufufu! Tremble before my might, mortal, and I might keep thee as my thrall!" Akeno said dramatically before ticking her head to the side. "How was that? Too dramatic? I mean, how can I be a vampire without having a little bit of drama?"

The boy winked playfully. "I think drama comes with the territory, my queen."

1:36 A.M Day Two

Basement

Laboratory

Unlike the rest of the Mansion, the basement was illuminated by a sterile bright light. Several computers, operating tables, and large tanks could be seen scattered around the room.

The Ultimate Biologist sat in front of one of the computers, while the Ultimate Surgeon watched him as he leaned against a nearby table.

"Sir, I don't mean to question you, but I still have my reservations about you revealing yourself like this. It puts you in a great deal of danger. I know you've taken precautions, but many of them could kill you with the slightest effort," Syd stated.

A chuckle escaped Jibo. "Your concern is duly noted, my friend, but I'm not worried. At least for now, they'll act on the motive before them if they wish to taste freedom."

The Surgeon frowned slightly. "We're not dealing with the most mentally stable people. Jizoku isn't the only one who's insane. We can't expect them to act rationally."

Jibo pried his gaze away from the computer screen. "It honestly matters little to me, Syd. With the help of Miss Terazawa's vast knowledge of worldwide folklore, we've managed to harness not only the powers of science, but of the supernatural as well. I've mastered the art of cloning, devised the means of imparting new talents to people, and I've created human beings from scratch who are brimming with talent. However, amid all of my achievements, I still cannot devise a simple solution for my cancer."

Syd began to lightly grind his teeth. "I know that being in space took a heavy toll on your body. When you returned with Alpha, you were half dead. Maybe we should consider another round of radiation and chemotherapy."

A dry chuckle escaped the elder man. "It is far too late for that, Syd. My mind may be sharp as ever, but my body is another matter entirely."

"Then we try to use Jizoku's cells again as we have in the past. We know from the clones that healing would be accelerated to a nearly super human level."

"It is a commendable suggestion, but Jizoku's cells multiply rapidly. In most cases this would serve to heal someone, but in conjunction with my cancer cells it would only cause my cancer to spread at an exponential rate. It would hasten my death," Jibo mused. "Because of this, even an attempt at cloning-"

The Ultimate Surgeon slammed his fist against the nearby operating table. "How can you be so calm about this? You're going to die, and the world is going to lose your brilliant mind. How are you not upset?"

Jibo offered a tired smile before rising to his feet. "Because I know that my work will continue even after I'm gone. Through you and other means, I can be assured of that. Shouldn't you be resting by now? Tomorrow is when the game will begin in earnest, after all."

Syd shook his head slightly. "And what about you, sir? Are you actually going to turn in?"

"Soon enough, Syd. I just have to make the final touches on this latest project of mine."

The Surgeon offered a strained smile before panting his mentor on the shoulder. "Just don't push yourself too hard. I'll see you in the morning."

A wry smile spread across Jibo's lips. "Yes. That is when things will begin to get more interesting."

2:25 A.M Day Two

Outside

Forest

The Ultimate Loser and Paranormal Investigator found themselves once again traversing the forest they'd trekked through hours earlier. However, the woods seemed even more unsettling than before. A light drizzle has begun to pour as a heavy fog had blanketed the entire forest. The sounds of hushed whispers and the creaking of branches could be heard throughout the forest.

"Any idea how much further it is?" Hikyou asked as his teeth began to chatter. "It feels like something is watching us."

Kiyomi held up her lantern that was already beginning to dim. "I feel like we should be getting close, but I can hardly see any more. I think we're almost out of oil."

"Dammit, this is all my fault. All this running and it amounted to nothing," Hikyou spat as he slammed his hand against a nearby tree. His eyes widened in horror as he felt something sticky coating his hand.

What is this? Is it tree sap?

As the boy raised his hand towards his face, the dim light from the lantern cast a pale glow, illuminating his now blood-covered hand. The smell of iron quickly assaulted his nose. "No fucking way. This is blood? But it's not my mine."

The Investigator stared at Hikyou's hand a moment before holding her lantern up only to be met with a grotesque sight.

Thick, viscous blood seemed to be pouring from the trees surrounding them. "I've never heard of such a phenomenon before. I have heard whispers for a while now. Under better circumstances, I'd very much like to do a recording session," Kiyomi mused in a calm manner.

"I think you've got your priorities mixed up. Whatever this is, it's not something to be trifled with," the Ultimate Loser responded.

A somewhat sheepish expression flitted to Kiyomi's face. "Apologies, I sort of lose myself when it comes to paranormal incidents. As disturbing as this is, it doesn't seem particularly dangerous."

Hikyou nodded in response. "I suppose that's true. Why don't we mark these strange trees every so often? Just to make sure we're not walking in circles."

The Paranormal Investigator reached in her satchel before producing a pocket knife. "Here, I think this should suffice. Just make it quick before we're out of light."

"Believe me, you don't have to remind me," Hikyou responded as he took the knife and revealed the blade. As he glided the blade against the tree, he was rewarded with a scratch and more blood. Strangely enough, the tree itself seemed to groan in response. "Please tell me I just imagined that?"

"Well, if you're imagining it, then so am I. Come on, let's just keep moving."

No sooner had the girl finished her sentence when one of the branches began to twist suddenly towards the forest floor. Hikyou, seeing the limb, stumbled backwards, tripping over one of the roots and narrowly avoiding being hit in the process.

Kiyomi carefully sidestepped it as a look of fear registered on her face. "My god, these things are alive. Come on, Hikyou, we have to get out of here now!"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me! Living trees? What kind of forest is this?" the boy asked as he stumbled to his feet. A limb caught his side, shredding his coat in the process. He let out a howl of pain as he stumbled forward before taking off into a brisk run.

The sound of tree branches cracking filled the surrounding area.

"Are you alright? Did it get you?" Kiyomi asked in a hushed whisper as the pair darted through the tree line.

The Ultimate Loser offered a brief nod. "Yeah, but it's not that deep. Why didn't these things fuck with us earlier? Why now?"

The Investigator shook her head. "I'm not sure, though if I had to guess, it's probably approaching the witching hour."

"Witching hour?" Hikyou questioned as he felt the trees around them shifting.

"Yes. It's believed that there are times during the night where supernatural incidents are more prevalent. If you're really that curious, we can talk about it when we're not being hunted by a bunch of killer trees." Kiyomi suddenly trailed off before clutching at her forehead and falling to her knees, her lantern clattering to the ground as the faint flicker was snuffed out entirely.

The Ultimate Loser eyed her warily as he stooped next to her. "Kiyomi? What's happening? What's wrong? We have to keep moving."

"M-My head. Something is in my head. I can hear this screeching sound in my head and it won't stop." She shuddered.

"Screeching sound?" Hikyou questioned as he noticed the trees had finally grown awkwardly still. Even with the light rain and breeze, the branches now stood unmoving. "Look, we can't just stay here. I got us into this mess, so the least I can do is get us out." He gritted his teeth.

The boy reached down and placed one of his hands beneath her legs before supporting her back with his other hand. "If this makes you upset, you can yell at me later, but we need to move while we still can."

"It's okay. Just don't leave me here," the girl managed in pained voice as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Despite what my god awful talent is, even I'm not that much of a loser," Hikyou said. "You said we were getting close, right? We just have to keep moving forward."

Kiyomi had fallen unresponsive, though her shallow breaths showed that she was still very much alive.

If I can't run from this place, then I'll do everything I can to prove that bastard wrong and somehow get rid of this accursed talent. Just have to keep moving.

Hikyou had taken several strides forward through the dense fog with his only source of light being the sliver of the moon. It was then that he saw the man. Though, to say it was a man was gracious. Out of the corner of his eye he registered an inhumanly tall figure that was partially obscured by a tree. The figure bore a strangely immaculate black and white suit. From this distance, it was hard to gauge, but it appeared to have no distinct facial features. It almost appeared like a mannequin with its ghostly pale, nondescript face. From its back billowed dozens of black tendrils.

"Y-You're a goddamn creepypasta. You're not actually real!" the boy screamed between chattering teeth as the being seemed to suddenly warp out of sight. Hikyou felt a static reverb go through his head as blood began trickling out of his nose. With his body trembling he bounded forward as fast as he could manage with Kiyomi in his arms.

With every few steps he'd catch glimpses of the being. Each time it seemed to grow closer. The screeching sound in the boy's head began to reach a fever pitch until he bounded out of the tree line.

A cry of relief escaped Hikyou as he saw the courtyard only a few hundred feet ahead along with the mansion.

It was almost a welcome sight.

"Hold on, Kiyomi, we've made it. We're almost there."

No sooner had the words left the boy's mouth however when he felt something inhumanly strong wrap around his neck. It was cold and sent shivers up his spine as he felt himself being pulled back towards the forest. The boy gasped for air as his vision began to swim.

It was then that he registered a blur of motion and a crashing sound.

Suddenly, his vision returned as he stumbled back into the clearing.

As he hazarded a glance behind him, he saw Jizoku standing with his back to him. The faint lighting from the courtyard cast a warm glow on the Zombie and the knife he brandished in his left hand.

"J-Jizoku? You saved us." Hikyou managed in a ragged breath.

A howl of laugher left the boy, who cracked his neck in an unnatural way. "Kekeke! Did I do that? I was just going for a stroll and witnessed something interesting. Teleios insisted on making sure you weren't carrion food. It seems I found something much more entertaining."

"Entertaining? Are you out of your mind? I don't know how, but that's a real fucking monster brought to life. We need to get back inside."

A tendril flung out from the tree line before severing Jizoku's left arm. The limb landed on the ground with a sickening slosh.

The Ultimate Loser stared at the separated limb in horror. "God, it's still out there. Come on, we have to go now."

"Heh, but that doesn't sound like much fun at all. Go on without me. I wanna see what this big bad monster can do." The Zombie laughed as he grabbed at his severed limb before thrusting it back into socket. There was a sickening sound of bone and flesh twisting as the boy's digits slowly began to twitch. "It seems like he doesn't like the courtyard, so I'll go to him. You should get inside before that gravekeeper has two new bodies to add to her collection."

Without offering another word, Jizoku stalked past the treeline before raucous laughter could be heard.

"Can't say I didn't warn him," Hikyou muttered before a shiver went down his spine.

With one final glance over his shoulder, he took off towards the entrance of the mansion.

Perched on the ledge overlooking the entrance way was the Ultimate Familiar.

As Hikyou reached earshot with Kiyomi, the bird tilted his head slightly.

"Foolish humans. What made you think running out in the dead of night would lead to anything other than misery?"

Hikyou clenched his jaw. "Look, I know I fucked up, but that doesn't matter right now. Kiyomi needs help. She passed out and I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Then let us seek aide for her. I hope this served as a warning to you both. Our captors did not embellish when they warned of the dark forces residing on this island."

"Believe me, I understand now all too well. Look, you can squawk at me as much as you want, but I need to figure out how to get inside. We heard the curfew bell hours earlier," the Ultimate Loser responded.

The Gyrfalcon's wings furled outwards. "Do not trouble your little mind. When I expressed concern, the Butler agreed to leave the door unlocked as a courtesy, though he assured me that it was a one time gesture."

A look of relief filled the boy's eyes as well as slight discomfort. He offered a very wilted incline of his head as he climbed the stairs. "Uh, thank you for that. It's Teleios, right?"

"That is King Teleios to you, boy!" the Ultimate Familiar said before preening at his wings. "Though you are welcome, my servant. Just do not act as foolishly again. Come, let us seek assistance for Kiyomi."

Hikyou offered an affirmative nod before he opened the door leading into the foyer.

2:51 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Infirmary

"Will she be alright?" Hikyou asked as he stared at the pale girl that lay strewn on the small infirmary bed.

The Ultimate Surgeon offered a scowl. "No thanks to your antics. There was a reason why Kuuma discouraged any of you fools from running off into the night."

Teleios, who sat perched atop a medical cabinet, spoke up. "I believe the human has received enough of a lashing for now. Will the girl live?"

"She should be fine after she wakes up. It seems she had a run in with the Slenderman. You really should be more cautious going forward. As you've now seen, threats can come from things beyond your fellow Ultimates," Syd responded.

Hikyou buried his face into his hands. "You're talking about something that was created on the internet by a bunch of horror junkies. How can something like that be real?"

The Ultimate Surgeon chuckled seemingly bemused. "And what do you think your fellow test subjects are? Do you think they are simply the work of science? No, dear boy, many of them are the very definition of supernatural. You should keep more of an open mind about you. Some of the greatest ghost stories and modern legends can be traced back to some origin point."

"My master was quite familiar with the splendor of the Underworld and the denizens that inhabited it. However, I still find it peculiar why so many odd things would inhabit this island. Surely there is a reason for that?" Teleios asked.

"There is a solution for everything if you dig far enough, but it is not my place to say," Syd replied.

Hikyou scowled as he clenched his fists. "Can you just give us a straight damn answer? Jizoku is likely dead now because of some myth come to life."

The elder man rolled his eyes. "Have you not been paying attention? He may not possess super strength, but Jizoku is not a being that is easily felled. Believe me, I know from experience. Now would you take the girl and get out of my sight? You've wasted enough of my time as it is."

3:36 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Common Hall (Bedroom)

The Ultimate Kitsune sat on her bed with her bushy tails furled behind her.

Kitai's head lay in her lap, while one of her tails was used as a blanket. He listened intently to the young woman's words.

"Cinderella stepped up to him. The Prince got down on one knee and tried the glass slipper on her foot. It fit perfectly! Then, from her pocket, Cinderella took out something. It was the other glass slipper!

"I knew it!" he cried. "You are the one!"

"WHAT?" shouted a step-sister.

"Not HER!" screamed the other step-sister.

"This cannot BE!" yelled the stepmother.

But it was too late. The prince knew that Cinderella was the one. He looked into her eyes. He did not see the cinders in her hair or the ashes on her face.

"I have found you!" he said.

"And I have found you," said Cinderella.

And so Cinderella and the Prince were married, and they lived happily ever after."

Arianna finished as her gaze shifted down to the boy nestled against her lap. "That was the third one. Aren't you ready to go to sleep yet?"

"Tell me another one. Please?" Kit asked in a sleepy voice.

"Another one? Minnow, it's already so late. Don't you want to rest your eyes? It's been such a long evening."

The Merman's lips trembled. "But when I close my eyes, I only see monsters. Please, just one more?"

Arianna let a soft sigh. "I'm far more acquainted with folktales and legends, some of those are quite scary. Remembering so many fairy tales really takes me back. Let's see... have you ever heard the story of Hansel and Gretel?"

The boy in her lap offered a meek shake of his head.

"It's another story that comes from the Brothers Grimm and is of German origin. I think I'll share the children's version for your sake." The vixen chuckled as she gently tapped his nose with an index finger.

A warm smile flitted to his face. "Thank you, Auntie Ari!"

A groan escaped the young woman's lips. "I am far too young to be called an aunt, but you're quite welcome. Now try and relax, and I will keep any monsters at bay."

"O-Okay," the little boy agreed quietly.

Arianna cleared her throat before she began to speak in her best narrator voice.

"Near a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel, and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once, when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread."

The Kitsune trailed off as she noticed that the boy in her lap was already fast asleep.

A flicker of a smile graced her lips. "Perhaps another time, then," she whispered before gently stroking the boy's head.

Christ, this isn't what I had planned to be doing with my evening, but this little pup would have cried himself to sleep. I guess I'll have to make up for lost time later with a nice hot bath.

4:07 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Kitchen

The Ultimate Werewolf and Dragon Tamer pushed the door into the kitchen open, only to find that it was also lit by faint candles.

"Ungh, I know that Sebastian said he'd give us the tour tomorrow, but I'm starving. I don't know if it's because I'm a werewolf now, but I feel ravenous," Chase admitted as his ears drooped a little bit.

"I know what you mean, big guy! My tummy has been rumbling for hours and I know Henry is hungry. It looks like we're in the right place, so let's whip something up. This would be a lot easier with electricity. Hey, wait a second, where's the microwave?" Maya asked as she glanced around.

Chase let out a low rumble from his chest. "It's like we've stepped into a different era. I haven't noticed any modern appliances since we arrived."

"Heh, I don't really know how to work one of these old stoves, but I'm sure Henry could fry something. Right?"

As she gazed at the dragon slinked around her shoulders, it offered a disinterested puff of smoke. Clearly, it wasn't volunteering to help anytime soon.

"Hah, don't you worry 'bout a thing. I know this sounds disgusting, but I'm really craving my meat raw anyways." The Ultimate Werewolf chuckled as he offered a wide grin.

Maya giggled. "It's not weird or anything. I mean, you're like a really big puppy now, so it's not that surprising."

The small dragon seemed to enjoy the comparison as it offered a low rumble akin to laughter. The creature wasn't the only one who found the suggestion amusing.

A roar of laughter escaped Chase. "The Ultimate Puppy, huh? That doesn't sound nearly as fierce, does it? I have to admit, this wasn't the first thing I would have chosen, but it doesn't seem so bad. I feel like I could run a marathon, and my senses are insanely sharp right now," he said. The Werewolf began to open the fridge only to cause the entire structure to surge forward. "Hah, and I feel like I have the strength of ten men. This will take some getting used to."

"Well, it seems like we're going to have plenty of free time. Maybe when it's daylight we can see what everyone can really do!" the Tamer suggested as she offered a thumbs up.

In the distance a metallic crashing sound could be heard, causing the boy's ears to perk up.

Maya let out a squeak as Henry sat up slightly. "Think we should go investigate that?"

The Ultimate Werewolf offered the girl a reassuring toothy grin. "Probably just something that fell over. I'm sure that Butler will take care of it in the morning. Remember, we came here on a mission."

"Right! Food, here we come!" the Dragon Tamer exclaimed as she reached for the pantry door.

7:00 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Common Hall (Bedroom)

The tolling of a bell tower awoke Nozomi.

The Ultimate Succubus sat up with a start as her sharp gaze flitted around the room.

She could feel this pulsating heat growing in her chest, a feeling that she couldn't quite define.

Nozomi noticed a faint light that filtered through the drawn curtains. It seemed that daybreak had finally arrived.

The fully-dressed girl threw her legs over the side of the bed before eying the dresser that had been pushed against her door. There were no signs that anything had been tampered with. However, she didn't regret her paranoia, not after witnessing a killing game in the past. Too much paranoia wasn't wise, but being reckless was equally dangerous.

The blue-haired beauty regarded her appearance in a mirror with a wary expression.

Gone was the underweight street urchin.

She was still having to reconcile with the notion that this was reality.

She'd become some sort of monster - or was demon a better word for it?

Why had she been taken when so many others had simply volunteered?

No sooner had she removed her barricade when was she greeted by a knock.

The girl took a wary breath as she unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

On the other side of the stood none other than Alejandra.

"Huh, so you're still alive. Strange, with all that moaning I heard last night, I was almost certain you were being killed. I suppose it was my imagination running wild, or it must have been caused by another reason entirely," the Horror Writer deadpanned.

A vivid flush graced Nozomi's face. "W-What are you talking about? I wasn't doing something perverted. I assure you that was the last thing on my mind last night."

"Then you must have had some interesting dreams. Since you're not dead, we might as well head to the Dining Hall. I'm curious if I'll have anything interesting to write about," Alejandra said as she turned and headed back into the Common Hall.

Slightly perturbed by the girl's callousness, she jogged forward before offering a mild scowl. "Don't you think you're being a bit cold about all of this? I don't know any of you, but I still wouldn't delight in seeing any of you dead."

The Writer shrugged. "I'm simply making the best of a poor situation. I can't imagine finding a setting better for writing horror then a cursed mansion filled with monsters. Would you care to wager on who died?"

The Succubus frowned as her tail whipped back and forth through the air like an angry feline. "No, I am NOT going to take bets on who may or may not have died."

"Well that's a shame, I was going to let you read the manuscript I started last night as a reward."

"Gee, my heart is broken over what could have been," Nozomi said in a sarcastic manner.

7:32 A.M Day Two

First Floor

Dining Hall

Hikyou scratched at his cheek as he crossed the threshold leading into the dining hall.

The room itself was filled with priceless antiques and each of the chairs were finely crafted. In the center of the room rested a large, elegant dining table with a cloth draped over it. Eighteen chairs lay around the large table.

"The prodigal Ultimate returns. I suspected when I saw Kiyomi that you likely made it back as well, though one can't be too certain," Alejandra mused as she shut her journal.

The Ultimate Paranormal Investigator shook her head. "It wasn't for a lack of trying. We did try to find a way off the island, but there are monsters all over the place. When we reached the dock we found some sort of scaly creature. She threatened us and destroyed the only boat that was docked there. Our return trip was far more perilous."

"Are you alright? Are you feeling better?" Hikyou asked. His normally sour expression softened slightly as he stared at Kiyomi.

A faint smile graced the girl's lips. "A bit of a headache, but nothing some painkillers can't handle."

Remy rested his hat in his lap as he gazed between the pair. "Several of us remained in the sanctuary last night for our own well being, but we did hear some strange sounds. What exactly happened to the two of you?"

The Ultimate Loser took a breath, before collapsing into an empty chair. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but it was like the trees were alive. They were bleeding and started moving. We'd been hearing voices for a long time, but things became worse when that monster showed up."

"Monster? Was it the one who stopped you from leaving at the shore?" Samuel questioned with a pointed look.

Kiyomi spoke up before Hikyou could respond. "No, I'm afraid it was something else entirely. As strange as it sounds, it resembled a creepypasta monster known as the Slenderman. I could feel it clawing around in my head before I collapsed. I don't remember a whole lot before waking up this morning."

"What's a Slenderman?" Kitai asked as he peered around the table.

"Wait, are we talking about the real Slenderman? I thought that was just some made up internet monster," Nozomi said as her brow knitted together.

The Ultimate Horror Writer sighed. "It's absolute rubbish. It was created by some loser on the internet. It's more likely that you were experiencing a hallucination or imagined the entire thing."

"But they seem so earnest about it. Why would they lie?" Alpha asked quietly as he twiddled his fingers.

Alexander offered a bored expression as he rested his chin against his hand. "Well, terror has a way of making the mind wander. I think our lovely writer is just saying that, whatever they saw, it wasn't some monster born on a forum."

"But don't all legends start somewhere?" Akeno mumbled. The vampire had her cheek pressed against the table. as her cheek was planted against the table. She looked absolutely exhausted.

"Yes, but most legends have origins dating back centuries or millennia," Hana responded.

Hikyou offered a troubled expression. "Look, I don't care if you idiots believe me or not, but Jizoku went out there to face it and he's the only one not here."

Teleios sat perched on the top of one of the chairs. "Yes, I can vouch for the human's testimony. I did see a strange humanoid with tentacles attacking them. Jizoku insisted on facing it head on."

Arianna's ears twitched slightly as she seemed to perk up. "Wait a second, he did what now? What kind of colossal bone head would run headlong into something like that?"

"I think any of us would agree that Jizoku is hardly lucid in the first place, but short of one of us murdering him it would seem we've resisted the temptation of the first motive," Jana pointed out.

Maya brought her hands together. "I knew we could do it, guys! See, all of this monster vs human junk was just silly. We showed them what we were really made of."

Chase let out a bark of laughter. "Damn right we did. Let's see if they change their mind about this entire killing game nonsense now."

"Are you two really that stupid?" Colleen asked with an incredulous look. "There's no way they're going to let us go that easily. Haven't you seen any of the other games?"

"Kekeke, the Dullahan makes an excellent point. It wouldn't be much of a killing game without any murder." Jizoku chortled as he pushed open the doors. A few moments passed before he emerged into the hall covered in blood. His clothes were torn to shreds.

Kiyomi offered the boy a stern expression. "Where have you been and what's with all that blood?"

"He must have killed someone. There's no other explanation for that much blood," Remy stated as he reached into his coat.

"Nope. It's his own blood, but it doesn't smell very good." Akeno muttered as her nose twitched ever so slightly.

"You're absolutely sure?" Hana asked as she eyed the vampire.

A chuckle escaped Alexander. "I wouldn't argue with our resident vampire when it comes to blood. Though, if Jizoku is here, it means we've endured the motive unscathed."

Almost as if in response to the boy's statement, the sound a loud pipe organ echoed in the distance, causing the entire room to vibrate.

"What the hell is going on?" Hikyou asked as he braced himself against the table.

A few seconds elapsed before the doors swung open as Kuuma walked into the room with a large grin spread across his face. Flanking him were six individuals: Sebastian, Saino, Mackenzie, Shiro, Syd, and Sabishi.

Chase groaned as he rubbed at his ears. "Argh. What's the big deal with making so much racket?"

"Seriously, my ears are still fucking ringing." Arianna winced.

The dual-toned boy offered an unnaturally wide grin as he folded his arms behind his back. "Heh, sorry about that kiddos. Seems like there's been in a change in plans."

Rembrandt offered a stern expression. "Change in plans? What exactly are you getting at? Clearly none of us acted on the vile motive you thrust upon us. You should let us go before anyone is actually harmed."

Shiro offered a grin as she offered the group a peace sign. "Oh dear, I'm afraid it's a teensy bit too late for that."

Ariana scoffed, her nine tails swishing back and forth in irritation. "Bullshit. As you can see, we're all alive and well."

"It's not you idiots that were harmed, though I deeply wish it was. None of your lives were worth anything by comparison," Syd said with a grave expression.

Alejandra twirled a pencil between her fingers. "The anticipation is killing me. Are you going to get on with this or not?"

Kuuma chortled darkly. "You heard her, butler. Get the damn door. What am I paying you for?"

"You're not paying me anything, sir," Sebastian responded quietly as he stalked towards the doors, and propped them open.

"Blackmail, payment, it's all the same thing, right?" The boy snorted as he snapped his fingers. "Alright, Brooke, stop picking your scales off and get a move on!"

"Brooke? That is not a name I'm familiar with," Jana murmured under her breath.

Saino offered a low rumble as she seemed mostly disinterested by the proceedings. "Hikyou and Kiyomi have met her, though I expect they wouldn't realize it without it being pointed out.

"That monster at the lake?" Hikyou asked as his eyes widened in alarm.

"By day she's quite different. Brooke tends to the dock and Sabishi tends to her responsibilities. It is the purpose of our existence," the Undertaker uttered in a monotone manner.

Mackenzie offered a vibrant smile. "Oh, don't be so glum, Sabi. You both do such a wonderful job that it makes me feel inferior. I'll have to do a really good job for this next painting."

"Next painting? But isn't everyone here?" Kitai questioned as he peered down the hallway.

"No, little human, there are still two among us that are unaccounted for," Teleios said as his gaze narrowed.

Suddenly the sound of rustling could be heard. From down the hall a tall girl with black hair and green eyes could be seen approaching. She had a single stripe of green through the middle of her hair that was pulled into a ponytail. Small scales were flaking off and falling to the ground as she could be seen dragging something heavy behind her.

"That's the same girl as last night? So she undergoes some sort of transformation," Kiyomi mused in wonder.

"Oh, I assure you that Brooke isn't what you should be focusing on." Kuuma chuckled.

Suddenly the group would witness a blur of motion as an armored body landed on the table with a loud thud. It slid several feet before coming to a stop.

The body was dressed in full samurai armor, save for a katana that was plunged through his chest. The victim was none other than Jibo Momota, the mastermind and owner of the mansion.

In that moment, the gruesome discovery should have yielded an abrupt end to the killing game.

However, we'd soon discover something that would chill us to the bone. Even with the head gone, this nightmare was just beginning...

18 Participants Remain / 8 Staff Members Remain [26 Survivors Remain]

*AN* Happy Halloween to you all! Don't let anything go bump in the night ;)

Review Section:

KingofHope

Well considering the scene with Kiyomi being what it was, it just felt appropriate at the time. Also it wasn't that surprising OOC, so it seemed silly to string it along.

Fee5H

Oh there's always multiple possibilities! =)

bellatrixshine

This is definitely an easy fic to write for as far as theme is concerned right now haha. I've been listening to so many creepypastas and creepy music while writing.

Sootythunder

If they died, it's somewhere in that gallery ;) Though I tried to remain discrete about everyone who might be in that gallery. As it would spoiler quite a lot.

Raz The Giant

Yeah I thought it would be more fitting to have the cast introduced by location rather then parading them around in an awkward introduction sequence.

doomqwer

Why pick a few when they all can show up? Lol

Natsukumo1000

Rest assured that everyone is on the chopping block for this party.

Hail2U

I'm sure you'll have enough data soon to draw some conclusions hehe

TheBlueCzar

The gallery was a nice way of having throwback to the rest of the series. So I was really pleased about it!

Trust Me I'm Me

I can personally say that I love your commentary. It really feels rewarding to have someone put so much time into sharing their thoughts about my work. I really appreciate it =) I'm also really stoked about the variety of personalities in this group.

Vulca

I really have high hopes for it, so I'll do my best to not disappoint!

Canadian otaku

Haha I'm sorry! Please don't take it personally!

Solrac XD

What I've enjoyed writing is how some of the students are so lax about these changes and others are terrified of them. I think it adds a nice dynamic.

TJMike

You know I told you that Alejandra would be a great fit for this. I can't imagine a better place for her to find material for her next book then this madhouse lol.

StoryProducer214

You really must be the Ultimate Psychic pupupu

The Celestial Sky Dragon

I laughed to myself, but I had this mental image of Arianna just wanting some "alone" time but it's like a parent when they have kids and that time is constantly uprooted by their kid.

ThePLOThand

Hey we created a new word together! :P

pokemansuperallstar

Well considering the end of this chapter, I'd say he was a bit foolish after all.

Wintersmith23

Hey no problem! Brooke served as a great foil for our prospective escapees.

PettyPunk

Bahaha well I hope you enjoyed this one, just in time for Halloween! :D