Author Note:

A lot has gone down.

Let me give you a quick recap. So, last Friday, I ran into one of our year level coordinators, Goody. "Hey, Sa- Sylent! How do you feel about doing up the year eleven camp video? You've just got to get it done by next Thursday!" These videos are made to recap various camps that certain grades have embarked on, using photos and videos taken at the time. Without really thinking, I said yes, as it seemed kind of fun.

Okay, THEN, the weekend passed and it got to Tuesday, and one of my friends asks me, "Hey, have you done your art essay?" And of course I responded with "What art essay?" So APPARENTLY there was an art essay due the next day, which was supposed to be over a thousand words. So I was up until 2 AM doing that.

WAKE UP AT SIX, COME INTO ART ON WEDNESDAY, and my art teacher says "Great, well done! Now, are you ready for the art show on Friday? I want you to program a game, and set up an arcade!" So I'm like, sure, why the fuck not? So I wander home AND IT HAPPENS TO BE MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY, SO WE GO OUT FOR DINNER WHERE I ALMOST FALL ASLEEP ON THE TABLE. Get home, and stay up 'till 2 AM making the stupid video which of course, I hadn't started yet.

WAKE UP AT SIX, go back to school on Thursday, hand the video off to the bio-box guys, and suddenly, the principal is in front of me. "Sa- Sylent, you're getting an award today at assembly for that writing competition you entered!" At this point my brain just goes 'You've got to be fucking kidding me.' So I get to assembly, meet the person giving me my award, go up on stage, and she's like "Congratulations Sa- Sylent!, now, please tell us why you entered the competition, and what you learnt from it!" WHAT THE FUCK, GIVE ME SOME NOTICE. So I blurted out something that surprisingly sounded pretty slick, although I can't actually remember what I said. Blah blah blah, clap clap clap. Sit down, they play my video, the entire school is laughing as I Rick Roll them half way through. Go home, STAY UP 'TILL 2 AM PROGRAMMING A FUCKING GAME.

WAKE UP AT SIX, go back to school the next day, set up my fucking arcade, finish programming the game two minutes before the art show starts, load it onto five different computers, supervise the the place for the entire night, laugh at how many people wrote "DJ BIG PENIS" as their name in the high score box. Jess won an award. Drove home, ready to go to sleep after three nights of four hour rest. And I'm thinking, 'FINALLY, SOME PEACE AND FUCKING QUIET.' Go to bed at 10 PM,

AND WAKE UP AT FUCKING 2 AM BECAUSE OF A MOTHER FUCKING STOMACH CRAMP, HEADACHE, AND SORE THROAT.

So yeah, that's why this chapter took so long, and why I am now sick.


"This is about us."

I woke with a jolt.

Annoyance grasped me as I became fed up with the repeating occurrence. For some reason, despite how tired I was, the entire night had been spent in unease. Rolling over, I looked up at my empty bed, wondering why I hadn't slept in it. Maybe I was hoping Amber would change her mind, and occupy it eventually. Or maybe I was just too used to sleeping on the floor.

When I asked about it last night, she simply looked down at the two mobs on her lap, and shook her head. She was still annoyed at me about something, but I couldn't recall doing anything wrong…

Well, hopefully she had forgotten about it.

My eyes were drawn to the window where night still stood behind the half closed blinds. An exhausted exhale left me in response. But no matter how much I complained, sleep would continue to evade me. I rolled over slowly, stretching out my cramped muscles.

Standing, I soon fumbled my way to the door. Still half asleep, my heavy feet caught in the tangled blanket, almost tripping me to the floor. Through some miracle, I righted the course before waking the entire house. I paused, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.

As the room crept into sight, my hand found the doorhandle. The stairs presented themselves, and I noticed something odd from the level below. A small light flickered from the media room. It was warm, comforting… Confused, I started forwards. The stairs creaked slightly underfoot. Ignoring it, I continued until my feet hit the floorboards.

Hesitantly, I followed the light into the large room.

Amber sat awake, exactly where I had left her. Although Key and Zoe had pulled away, curling up at the other end of the sofa. Oddly, I noticed that Isaac was missing. He usually slept down here didn't he? But the thought soon drifted from my mind as the girl in white became my focus once more. She was staring at a candle, which had been lit atop the coffee table. It was small, but something about it was calming. The way it flickered ever so slightly, before evening out to fight back the darkness.

Shadows played across her face. They curved and warped with the ebb of the flame, creating a type of theatre. Her hair wasn't done up like it usually was. The silver strands hung freely, outlining her distant expression like a picture frame.

I stared at her for the longest time, noticing things. The curve of her lips, the length of her lashes, even the small puff of air after each exhale. She knew I was watching her, but she didn't move.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

She ignored me for a few seconds, before lulling her head my way. Her expression said it all, no need for mind reading. 'What does it look like? And I'm still not talking to you.'

Unsurprised, I leant against the wall, holding her gaze. 'Good thing we don't have to talk then.'

She gave a small humph. 'I hate you.'

'What did I even do this time?'

Time ticked by, although the silence was already present. Slowly, the girl stood, making to walk past me. Her eyes flashed annoyance. 'Nothing.'

Without thinking, I caught her wrist. She stopped in front of me, her anger vanished for a split second, but soon returning as distaste. "Let go." The words came out hushed, but neutral.

'Not until you tell me what's wrong.'

'What's wrong?' She let go a small growl. 'You're pissing me off, that's what's wrong!'

Attempting to pull herself free, the Skeleton only grew more aggravated as I grabbed her other wrist and spun her against the wall. At first she struggled, but I pinned her arms tightly against the plaster. In fear of waking Key and Zoe, she soon gave up and hissed at me savagely.

Getting caught up in her anger, I found myself hissing back. The action was odd, but it shut her up. 'What did I do?' I repeated.

'You treat me like a fucking child!' Her silver irises echoed irritation. 'Every time it's "Amber stay here" or "Amber don't do that" or "Amber be careful." Even if you shouted it to the entire school back then, you don't own me!'

The words pummelled into me like bullets. My mind jumped back to the fight with Jacob, and how I had tried to claim her… What was I thinking? But before I had time to organize my thoughts, she continued.

'And I thought we shared almost everything…' Her expression tugged downwards. 'I don't know a lot about this world. I thought you would tell me everything…'

My grip loosened slightly. 'This is about Raven?'

'This is about us.'

I stared at her. Her cheeks brightened through her anger, and I felt mine doing the same. The conversation had come to a standstill. It was only now that I began to realize how close we were. Her arms were pinned to either side of her, her back forced against the wall. And I stood centimetres away, keeping her there. I barely had to look down to focus on her eyes, and it was only a little further from there to her lips…

Our eyes flickered back to each other simultaneously, revealing that we had both been guilty of the same thought. I searched her gaze for meaning, but could find nothing, not even the hint of a notion. It was distressing, not being able to read her. Her mind was blank, as was mine.

Hesitantly, we both started forwards. Her eyelids lulled shut, showing off her long lashes. Slowly, I did the same. It was a long moment before I could feel her nervous breath against my skin. We were close… So close.

Unable to stand it any longer, I pressed forwar-

The front door rattled before creaking open.

Our eyes shot open to stare straight into each other. Our lips were separated by a hairline, a distance so microscopic, even the subtlest of movements could bring them together.

"Yo, what's u-" Isaac stopped dead in his tracks as he found us.

Amber practically turned into a tomato before my very eyes. It was terrifying. To be honest I was concerned for her health. Yet I felt myself doing the exact same thing.

Like cats dropped in water, we sprung backwards in gravity defying leaps, crashing into whatever lay behind us. In her case it was a wall, in my case it was a coffee table. The flimsy wooden surface shattered against my mass, echoing through the entire house as I fell heavily to the floorboards beneath. The once mesmerizing candle took the opportunity to spill hot wax and flame onto my bare skin, singing it rapidly.

A gurgle of pain escaped my throat as my nerves recoiled. But I couldn't move. If this were an anime series, steam would be pouring from my head. Suddenly, hundreds of protagonists became a whole lot more relatable. My mind was in lockdown, without hope of resurfacing on its own.

A smug Creeper appeared above me, soon followed by a concerned Endergirl Spider duo. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

Dazed, I could only blink. My eyes scanned the room for Amber, but she was nowhere to be found, which may have been a good thing…

"Something?" Key asked, innocent as ever.

"Oh, it wasn't anything important," Isaac mused, enjoying every moment. "I just opened the door to find a certain human about to go down on a certain Skeleton."

Her eyes widened, revealing skittish magenta. "Go, down… on?"

"Tha- That's not what…" I struggled, trying to retain my innocence.

Zoe shot me a devastating glare, overflowing with bloodlust. I cringed, and gave up on the attempt. Going down on her? That's wasn't it… Was it?

Oh shit, it totally was.

No, I didn't mean to do that. Did I? Of course not. We weren't like that. She hated me. In fact, she had threatened to kill me more than once. There's no way she wanted to do stuff like that.

Then, why did she close her eyes?

No no no no no no no no. It was coincidence. She was just tired…

Yeah,

We were both just tired…

I sighed, and went to push myself up. But the burn on my arm began to stretch with my movements, shooting pain across my skin. A wince escaped me as I righted myself.

Key, quickly forgetting about the topic, kneeled down beside me. Her eyes studied the wound, worry absorbing her features. "A- are you…"

I gave a small smile. I had forgotten how caring she was. She was as cute as ever. My hand fell atop her head, messing with her hair a little. "I'm alright."

A heavy blush was her response.

Something occurred to me, prompting me to look over to the Creeper. "Where did you go anyway?"

He seemed surprised. "Oh, uhh…" The plastic box crumpled slightly as he held it up. The red contents seemed far too vibrant for the dim room.

Strawberries?


Perspective Change: The Unnamed Servant


I relaxed from the edge of my seat.

What in all hell just happened? David was supposed to be with Key! Not the Skeleton slut! A fresh wave of embarrassment riddled through me as I recalled the intimate moment. It was obvious Key was the better one. She was cuter, she was prettier, she was caring. Amber was brash, damaged and rude.

Still, it was ironic that it came down to a battle between the two…

What I wouldn't give to pry open his mind and fiddle with his thoughts. Mind you, it'd probably be easier to just make Amber push him away.

Make Amber push him away…

Oh, now that's a good idea.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed to the door, getting caught up in excitement. I practically skipped down the long castle hallways. But suddenly I came to a halt.

This was something that she would think of… Was it really a good idea? I mean, it was the kind of manipulation I had been forced to take part in all this time, but now I was doing it willingly…

But if I didn't, David would miss out on the love of his life.

I nodded to myself in affirmation, quickly proceeding to the dungeon staircase.

A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered why I didn't enjoy venturing down here. The dark space echoed with whispering breath and misleading noises. The raw sense of bloodlust was haunting enough to make me reconsider, but I pressed forwards.

The iron wrought bars on each side provided windows into the savage zoo. Hunched and filthy forms rocked gently in cell corners, corpses long dead lay ravaged by time, and the few that retained sanity drew on the walls with their own blood.

After a time of navigating through the maze, I paused before a single cell. I never did enjoy looking into this one. It was eerie, and out of place. Everything was the same as the others, but instead of preforming some gruesome act, the sole occupant was still. He sat cross legged in the centre of his cramped home, unmoving. His thick black hoodie shadowed his features.

I swallowed, still a little undecided. "I- I've got a job for you."

A twisted grin presented shining white teeth.


Perspective Change: David


How did it end up like this?

I lay completely still, not daring to make a move. The mattress wasn't as comfy as my own, but it hardly occurred to me. I was beginning to feel a little dizzy, with the constant blood rush to my cheeks.

Key lay equally still, her back to mine.

I struggled to recall the events that got us into this situation. If anything, it was more the determined insistence of Zoe than anything else. It struck me as odd, that she would force Key and I together, despite being so protective of the Endergirl. Furthermore, she had opted to remain downstairs, with Isaac. Although to be honest, I was more concerned about his safety than hers.

My thoughts fled to the back of my mind as Key shifted ever so slightly. Briefly, her black hoodie brushed against me. We both froze, still as mountains.

Subconsciously, I noticed the small relief against my singed arm. It was healing, ever so slightly, but still not as fast as usual. I wondered for a moment at why. Was it because we weren't close enough? My cheeks brightened by a shade. Or was Amber simply better at it? The thought of the Skeleton girl shot steam from my head. I tried hard to think of something else, but the intimate moment seemed to be plastered on my brain.

Urrrghhh, what was I thinking?

"D- David?" The soft murmur dissipated my thoughts entirely.

"Y- Yeah?"

A pause longer than time echoed throughout the room. "Do you remember… when it was just the two of us?"

I relaxed a little, remembering our miniature adventures. "Of course I do." A small chuckle escaped me. "You used to be so scared of water."

She squirmed in embarrassment.

"And you ate all my donuts." I recalled fondly.

"I- It's your fault for leaving them out."

A silence enveloped us once more, but it was a comfortable one.

"Goodnight Key."

"Goodnight, David."


Perspective Change: Amber


I gazed into the fridge blankly. Everything was packaged, and didn't let on to what actually lay within. After questioning the humans briefly, I knew enough to recognise a few edible items, but they were absent from the cool compartment.

A sigh escaped me. Well, no helping it. Sure, something weird had happened last night, and sure, maybe I hadn't been able to sleep too well afterwards. But I had it all sorted out in my head. We were both just tired. That's all it had been. I should just treat him normally.

I peered into the media room. "David?"

"Upstairs." A drowsy Isaac moaned from his place on the floorboards.

I briefly noted the content Spider that had taken his usual couch side mattress. She stretched smugly underneath the stolen blankets. But the spectacle didn't hold my attention for long. Upstairs? He hadn't been in his room…

I climbed the staircase, checking our shared room once more. But it was just how I had left it.

Davidless.

Turning, I stared down the hallway. Two doors highlighted themselves in my mind. The one at the end was Raven's room, and she was far too pissed to allow guests. And the other… Warning lights careened through my thoughts as I considered the possibility. No, no, he wouldn't…

I took a cautious step forward, and then another, until the door in question lay directly in front of me. My hand paused on the handle. Was this an invasion of privacy?

I didn't answer the question as I nudged the door aside.

From where I stood, two forms could be seen clearly resting upon the large double bed. They rested against each other lightly, comfortably. They weren't especially close… But it was enough to make me stare in disbelief.

As if sensing my intrusion, David stirred. He stretched slightly, flexing to relieve his stiff muscles. Having lost her backrest, Key rolled over, finding David again in her sleep. Somewhat startled, the boy opened his eyes to find the Endergirl resting on his shoulder. His cheeks took on a shade.

A pang of something imprinted itself upon my thoughts. Jealousy? I flinched. No, jealousy is feeling envious of someone. And I certainly was not envious of how close the Endergirl was to him. At the moment, I wanted to be as far away from the asshole as possible. My jaw clenched in confirmation. I wasn't jealous, I was just angry.

His eyes traced around the room, locking on me within seconds. They widened in surprise, and then in horror.

I smiled viciously. "Good morning, darling." The amount of hate packed into the term was enough to make him cringe. "If you have the time, would you mind cooking something up for breakfast? But, don't rush yourself…" My mocking attitude dropped, and my lips curled into a snarl.

"After all, you look so comfortable."


Perspective Change: Isaac


We sat around the table in utter silence.

It was unnerving, and terrifying. David fumbled his fork, dropping the bacon that had been impaled on it. Amber shot him a glare, which he downright avoided like it was a sword. Having been the only one who saw the entirety of the situation, even I felt bad for David.

But I wasn't about to jump into that shit storm and help him out.

Besides, I had my own problems to deal with. I looked over the table at Raven, who had been ignoring me all morning. A small sigh escaped me as I returned to my meal. I didn't even know where to begin with her.

Maybe I should ask Heather.

Key sat at the far end, still blushing like a blaze.

And Zoe… Well Zoe was holding together best of all. But I couldn't shake the feeling that she was looking at everything differently… As if debating its legitimacy.

It was like we were standing amidst a minefield.

I cleared my voice, catching the attention of the entire table. "So, where did you two end up?"

The spider cast me a judgmental look. "The End."

"The End?" David's attention was caught.

Zoe only nodded.

"How did you get back?"

She turned to the Endergirl. "Key came to get me."

All eyes now turned to the mob in question. But what we saw was something I doubt any of us would ever forget. For once, the cute girl we all knew and loved, did not look so innocent. She had always seemed pure and untouched by the horrors of reality. She always seemed so happy, so hopeful, but now…

Sadness and regret, were her only emotions.

"I escaped." She stated plainly.

And nobody dared to question her.


Author Note:

AND ANOTHER THING. DAD ROCKS UP WITH A FLYER IN HIS HAND AND GIVES IT TO ME. THE TITLE READ LIBRARY WRITING COMPETITION - FOCUS: LIGHT - 1000 WORDS. "Oh neat, thanks dad." SO I TURN THE FUCKER OVER AND ON THE BACK IS THE DATE OF FINAL SUBMISSIONS. "... This is due in tonight."

"Better get started then." He says.

Naturally, I wrote it and ended up three hundred words over the limit, meaning it took Mom and I an entire hour to cut it down. I sent it about an hour or two before submissions closed. And they didn't even send me a confirmation email. *Sigh* Whatever...

Jess was meant to write the bottom author note... Not me. Also, if she gets around to it, she'll probably reply to reviews and stuff in the next chapter... So, yeah, if you're looking for a response from me, you'll have to wait. But for now...

Reviews!

Neener Neener: Oh dear lord. I mean, I would totally read it... But, Jesus... And kinky ideas? I think we already have far too many of those. What, with Striker1298 and Aiden Pierce around, we have enough for a lifetime. WHAT IS NUMBER THREE!? And well hey, I'm sure if you actually released some Syjess erotica, the entire Donut Brigade would read it... unfortunately. There's no way you couldn't profit. ':P
Dragonfox45:
Why thank you. :)
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OKAY, THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS. THAT TOOK ME LIKE TWO HOURS TO REPLY TO ALL OF THOSE, mostly because I was procrastinating, BUT THAT'S IRREVERENT. I want to reply to all of you, but, but... URGHHHH, FINE, I'LL JUST OFFLOAD SOME OF THE REVIEWS ONTO JESS! Keep reviewing though. :D

OH, AND DID I MENTION, THAT WE ARE NOW IN THE TOP TEN OUT OF ALL RATINGS!?1 Yeah, damn straight, well done. What's the next goal? Top five baby, top five. Let's keep this up. Also, with this chapter, we hit over two hundred A4 Pages. Damn. Also, not sure if you noticed, but I updated the blurb, and my profile slightly.

FURTHERMORE, WE GOT SOME FAN ART FROM TECHHY, AND IT'S AWESOME. Shared it on Twitter, if you want to check it out. And Jess is currently doing up some super rad cover art for us, which looks adorable by the way, wait 'till you see it.

Also yes, I'm bringing the word "rad" back.

Ummmm, I'm hoping to get a Halloween update out, but don't bet on it. Maybe leave some ideas for it? It's got to fit in with the storyline though.

OH AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. Okay, so as you may know, I've been hesitant to add new characters, especially OCs, as I feel like there's too many of them already. BUT, you know the prisoner mentioned up there /\ in The Unnamed Servant's section? Yep, here's the stitch. He needs to be a hybrid, preferably Spider, but I'm open to having my mind changed. It needs to be a 'he'. And if you can't already tell, he needs to be evil. I'm leaving the appearance, name, weapon and backstory up to you. A few small points on personality are fine, but I've already got that worked out mostly, although again, feel free to change my mind. JESS AND I WILL CHOSE THE BEST CANDIDATE, AND GIVE THEM FULL CREDIT FOR THE OC. So, good luck, and may the best creator win. :D

Well, with that, adios, mata atode ne, guten tag, later, and...

Ciao. :)

- Sylent