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The group walked in total silence. As they walked, Skipper was slowly losing his confidence that he could lead the rest out alive. Since he took charge, they had lost six of the surviving team. There were only four now: Him, Kowalski, Private, and Hans.

Private felt like crying. All their friends, including Rico, were gone. They were all gone and never coming back. He watched/heard them die with his own eyes/earholes. After everything that's happened, he didn't know how much longer he could go on.

Kowalski scanned the pages but didn't bother reading any of it. He was still in shock from what happened. Like Skipper, he too was losing confidence that they'd make it out alive. Negative thoughts ran through his head. What if death waited for them around the next corner? What if something started chasing them out of no where? But more importantly, who was the next to die?

In the back of the group, Hans wrapped his flippers around himself and kept his gaze to the ground. He felt empty, like nothing mattered anymore. Clemson was gone. Gone for good. He wondered if he'd even care about the next monster. At the same time, he pondered about what Skipper said. He wasn't the only one suffering. He wasn't the only one who lost someone. They all did and they all needed to get out of the house as quickly as possible. Though part of him wanted to be with Clemson again, he also wanted to get out alive like Clemson wanted.

The walking seemed like an eternity before finally reaching another door. The four quietly stacked on top of each other so they could reach the knob. They entered the next room, ready to face yet another terrifying monster or sight. What they did find caught them all off guard.

The small, dark room looked like a living room with chairs and a sofa. Some drawers and tables were present with lamps. On the other side of the room, another door awaited them. But what really got their hearts beating was the glowing green sign just above. It read, "EXIT".

The group finally made it. They finally made it to the end of the house. They survived the fatal experience the house brought upon them. They rejoiced that it all over finally going to be over, they wouldn't have to deal with anymore monsters. Skipper turned to the three, "Men, and Hans, we've seen some down right disturbing things in this house that will no doubt give us nightmares for weeks to come. But along the way we've lost friends, enemies, and for one of us, family. Let us have a moment of silence for those whose fates have come too soon."

With that said, the small group lowered their heads and stayed silent. After a few moments, they turned back to the exit. What they said next made their hearts skip a beat. At the door, stood a human figure, a figure that was not there before Skipper's speech.

Hans felt like screaming out of frustration while the others froze in their place. Skipper took a deep breath and whispered, "Stick to the walls, there's a chance it won't see us."

At that moment, the lamps turned on. The group got into fighting positions and faced whatever was in the room. The light revealed a human wearing a white hoodie and black dress pants. The hood hid the persons face and, from where they were standing, something red was present on the hoodie.

"Kowalski..." Skipper whispered, "... Analysis."

Kowalski started flipping the pages and found himself toward the end of the notebook. With the light it was easier to see what was written, "Right now, we are against... Not a monster, but a... Psychopathic killer."

The others looked at him with worried expressions before turning back to the killer. They jumped slightly as they noticed he was closer. "His name is Jeff the killer. When he was 13 he completely lost his mind after a fatal fight with some bullies."

Kowalski saw in the corner that there was supposed to be a picture of him on the next page and did just that. He gave out a scream and dropped the notebook. The other's checked to see what it was and jumped back with fear and shock. The picture showed a close up of a pure white face with seemingly black hair, black rings around small eyes and a carved in smile, much like the Joker.

"You like?"

Turning back to Jeff, the group backed up to the door as he was only a few feet in front of them. Jeff walked forward and picked up the picture, "I loved my new face so much, I just couldn't stand not being able to see it all the time or the fact that it hurt after smiling for so long. I burned off my eyelids and carved a smile so I could forever see my face and be happy about it all the time."

He turned to the cowering group and removed the hood. His face looked just like it did in the picture, but because it was real it only filled the survivors with more terror, "Now... Go to sleep."

Jeff pulled out a knife from his pocket and advanced toward them. Skipper started yelling to go out the door they came in. Wanting to get away, they all raced out of the room, not really caring they had went the wrong way at the moment.

Running away seemed like the best option and running they did. None of them dared look back for fear they would see the horrid white face behind them. They were scared out of their minds, their eyes closed tightly as they ran.

Skipper and Hans turned a corner and found themselves at a dead end. They watched the way they came for Jeff, their deep breathing the only sound. When nothing came, they calmed down, but only a little as they still needed to get past Jeff to get out. Hans looked at their surroundings and saw that they were in a part they hadn't been in yet. Apparently, they had past it earlier.

Though, it wasn't just their surroundings he noticed, "Um Skipper."

"What?" Skipper said through his breathing.

"Where are Kowalski and Private?"

Kowalski and Private turned a corner and found themselves in the Japanese corridor. The wall separating the rest of the corridor was gone and Clemson and Rico were nowhere to be seen.

"D-do-do you think we lost him Kowalski?" Private asked.

He looked out for any sign of Jeff and saw nothing, "I think we did Private... Where's Skipper and Hans?"

The two looked at each other before checking behind them. Nothing. Private gulped, "Did he get them?"

Kowalski sighed and hesitated, "I don't know Private. I don't know."

"What do we do now?"

"I think the best we can do is get out of here. If Skipper really is... Gone, I know he'd want us to make it out of here. We have no choice."

"Is that you, my love?"

The penguins froze upon the familiar eerie voice.

"Heheha. You won't get away this time."

Two voices.

"Bojour~"

Three voices.

Slowly looking down the long corridor, the two stared in shock as all three monsters came running toward them, each yelling out to them.

"You came for me!"

"I have you now!"

"I seeeee you..."

Kowalski and Private turned to run away, but ran into something. They looked up into the smiling face of Jeff.

Skipper and Hans looked back out, an empty hallway was all they saw. Skipper started panicking. What if he lost the remainder of his team? It would be all his fault for not instructing them to follow.

Two screams pierced through the house. At that moment, Skipper knew it was over for them. He was never going to see his team again. He'd have to form a brand new team, but he didn't want that. He didn't want a new team, he wanted his deceased one.

Hans noticed the sudden sadness that came over Skipper. He frowned, "Oh don't tell me you're going to give up because you lost your whole team. Just think about what you told me, your team would want you to get out alive."

Basically, Hans just repeated what Skipper said to him before, but even so it had an affect on Skipper. He took a deep breath and motioned Hans to follow him. His own words were thrown back in his face, so he understood what Hans was trying to say. Though deep down, Skipper would miss his team greatly and almost regretted leaving their spirits to wander around the dreaded house.

Cautiously, the two arrived at the door leading into the killer's domain. The door was ajar from when they ran out and the light was off. Peaking inside, neither could see the killer. Skipper turned to Hans, "It's high time we stopped running like little girls and start fight back like men."

Hans nodded in agreement. They slowly walked in and made their way to the exit, ready to fight off the killer. The eerie atmosphere sent shivers down their spines and a killer on the loose after them didn't help. Hans and Skipper stayed back to back, straining their eyes and earholes for anything.

The room was quiet.

Eventually, the two reached the door. Next to it was a small table so Hans jumped up and tried to opens he door while Skipper kept watch. He knew something was wrong. The room was too quiet. "Skipper." Hans called.

He looked up to see Hans with a scared expression, "It's locked."

"Indeed it is." Said a familiar voice.

Hans jumped down next to Skipper, both preparing to fight for their lives.

The lamps turned on again, but the lighting was very dim giving the room a more frightening atmosphere. There at the other door was Jeff, smiling at them with that everlasting smile. His never blinking eyes rested on them before holding something out.

A key.

The smile seemed to grow as the two tensed and gaped, "You two won't be needing this." And just like that, he tossed the key to the dark corners of the room.

Jeff let out a choppy, frightening laugh, "I hope you both don't mind, but I brought a few friends with me. I'm sure you've met them already."

Skipper and Hans felt their hearts drop at the sound and sight of three very disturbing figures.

A girl with a ghostly smile stepped in, "Are you in here? Please come out. I've been looking everywhere for you."

A second with a scowl stepped in, "Where are you? Come out so I can finally be rid you."

The third stepped in laughing with her eye locked on them, "Hehehe! There they are! Strait ahead!"

"Now," Jeff took out his knife, "Go to sleep."

The dim lighting started flickering on and off. Every time the light turned back on, the four were closer to the duo. Skipper and Hans were froze in place with terror, facing the four responsible for the rest of the group's demise. The fear they felt was unimaginable, so scared they were that the thought of fighting back completely disappeared. Instead they backed up against the exit and hugged each other, not taking their gaze off the others.

They watched as the four started laughing and slowly started closing in on them. With the little courage Hans had left, he said, "Good bye Skipper, old frienemy."

Skipper responded, "Good bye Hans, may the gods have mercy on both of us."

As the four were only a foot away from them, the two looked away and prepared for the worst.

CLIFFHANGER!

Childish: I can't wait for the ending! It's the best part!

Dark: You know, part of the ending was just ruined. If Childish can't wait for it, then it's obvious it's a good ending.

Now it isn't just Childish, you both practically just gave it away!

Brainiac: Actually, it's not all that bad. The readers still don't know about the-

Artistic: *covers her mouth* *shakes head*

Thank you Artistic. Now everyone has to wait for the final chapter to see what happens.

Fangirl: But if you all want, you can take a guess at what happened. Let your imagination run wild for this ending.

*laughs lightly* Well, enjoy!