Here it is, chapter three! I'm sorry for the long wait and I will be updating this again very soon. :)
Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy.
Until next time, Peace!~
Waiter's eyes flickered from black back to white and blue, as he lunged forward, latching onto the man and pulling him forward into the darkness of the room.
The man went to say something, but Waiter quickly slipped his claws in front of his mouth, leaning down and growling in his ear.
"Shh..."
The two sat in the darkness silent, as they heard heavy footsteps pacing down the hallway.
The sound of crunching garbage echoed through the old halls, as they saw a dark tall figure stop in front of the door.
It turned and looked inside, squinting as Waiter wrapped his wings around the man tightly, ducking his head and remaining silent.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, they heard the footsteps move on down the hallway, the sound of crunching garbage fading out of ear shot.
Waiter decided to wait a couple more minutes until he gently unwrapped his wings from the man.
The trembling man turned to Waiter and nervously looked up at the dragon, smiling a bit when he saw a toothy grin crack upon the Puppet's face.
"T-Thank you..." He sighed, pulling away from him and glancing around the room.
"Are you... Alright?" Waiter asked, looking at the man curiously.
"Your 'Buddy' scratched me up a bit, but I'm fine..." He panted, leaning against the wall.
The two remained silent for a moment until the man spoke up, looking at the puppet curiously.
"So... What happened next?" He asked, gently wiping away some blood oozing from a scratch on his leg.
"Next?" Waiter asked, chuckling a bit and sighing, recalling their grim past.
Screams echoed down the halls as Follower pounced on a man, tearing into him.
The blue puppet's claws ripped at his flesh as he screamed in pain, begging for help from the fleeing people surrounding him.
Greeter stood and watched in horror, along with Waiter.
The two remained still and silent, not knowing if they should help or not.
"HELP ME!" Follower growled, tearing off chunks of the screaming man and shoving them in his mouth. Blood now coated the once happy creature's face, the sight sending chills down Waiter's spine.
"I SAID FRIGGIN HELP ME!" He growled, leaping off the man and tackling down a woman.
The girl screamed as he tore into her, shooting Waiter and Greeter dirty glances.
Greeter spun around, his once green eyes turning pitch black as he tackled a man to the ground, eating into his throat.
"Why are you just standing there?" Follower growled, locking eyes with Greeter.
"Kill em all..."
The dragon's blue eyes turned pitch black as he jumped into the air, flapping his wings as a horrid loud screech emitted from his throat.
He flew over and scratched several people's throats open as he flew by them, their blood splattering all over him and the walls.
"Atta dragon..." Follower chuckled, chasing after another person.
The slaughter continued for what seemed like only a couple moments, but was in reality over a hour.
Those who managed to escape the three were hiding throughout the building, staying quiet and praying not to be found.
The three puppets met in the hallway, chunks of flesh hung off their faces and claws. And their once colorful fur was blood soaked.
"I can still smell some of em..." Greeter growled under his breath, fresh blood still dripping from his face.
"Find them..." Follower growled, glancing over at Waiter.
"Wait, you take the top-"
The sound of a door slowly opening echoed down the halls as the three whipped their heads around to see someone standing in shock.
Their creator... The one who made them... Brought them into being.
There he stood, eyes wide and mouth agape, staring into the pitch black eyes of his beloved creations.
"T-Tim?" Follower stuttered out, his eyes fading back to purple.
"J-Jesus C-C-Christ..." Tim chocked out, his eyes locking onto the lifeless bodies of people surrounding him.
Greeter's and Waiter's eyes faded back to normal as well, as they shook their heads and whined.
"W-What did you do?" Tim asked, looking up at them with horror in his eyes.
"W-We made it all better... T-They were trying to c-cancel us..." Greeter said, taking a step towards the man, extending his hand out.
Tim shook his head, tears running down his face. "N-No... You... I..."
Guilt and sorrow washed over the puppet's faces, as they glanced among each other.
"We need to go... NOW..." Tim said, grabbing ahold of Waiter's bloody hand, running down the stairs.
Follower and Greeter ran close behind, exchanging guilty glances as they ran outside the building.
The sun was going down as they followed Tim to his car, as he opened it and pushed Waiter into the passenger seat.
The man looked down at his now blood covered hand and groaned, wiping it off on his jeans and turning to the others.
"Backseat, Now..." His words were harsh and rushed, as he quickly ran over to his side of the car and got in, pushing the keys in the ignition and starting it.
Follower and Greeter awkwardly sat in the back seat as Tim sped off, driving far away from the building where several corpses lie.
After what seemed like a year of silence, Waiter spoke up.
"I...I'm sorry..." The little dragon whined, the smell of blood still coming strong out of his mouth.
Tim didn't reply, instead he continued to speed off down the road, eventually pulling into a driveway.
"INSIDE, NOW..." He whispered harshly, nervously getting out of his car and walking inside his apartment.
The three followed him down the long stretch of hallway, luckily no one was in sight.
They arrived at the room that Tim lived in, as he quickly jammed his keys inside the lock, swinging the door open and pointing inside.
Waiter nervously shuffled behind Greeter who was following behind Follower.
Once the three blood soaked puppets were inside the man quickly shut the door, locking it and turning to them.
His face wasn't filled with anger, it wasn't filled with fear, only sadness.
He slid down the door, burying his face in his hands, sobbing.
Wait, Greet, and Follow all looked at him upset.
What had they done?
"You guys killed them?!" The man blurted out, standing to his feet and backing away from the dragon.
Waiter stood to his feet too, shaking his head and whining. "NO! HUSH! W-Well, yes..But-"
Before he could finish, the man took off down the hall, leaving Waiter alone in the dark again.
"I killed them..." Waiter mumbled to himself, twitching slightly and staring strait down at the floor.
His eyes faded back to black as he looked up, grinning and peeking out the hall.
"And I'll kill you too..."