Here it is! Chapter 4! Sorry for the long wait, I've been very busy.
I'll update this again as soon as I can :)
Thank you for being patient and until next time, Peace!~
Waiter grinned and lunged forward, running on all fours at high speeds.
The man quickly darted through the halls, just barely dodging Greeter.
Greeter swiped at the man, growling and screeching.
Waiter tried to stop his legs from pushing himself forward, but failed miserably.
He crashed into Greeter, knocking him down as he growled and shook his head, catching site of the man escaping down to the next floor.
"Bloody idiot..." Waiter grumbled, springing back up to his feet and looking to Greeter.
"What'd you do that for?" The pink bird growled, rubbing his head and standing up.
"Oh, yeah. I totally meant to slam into you and let him get away..." Waiter growled, shaking his head and sighing.
Greeter shot him a odd look and raised a eyebrow, looking at him curiously.
"Somethin wrong, Wait?"
"...Yeah..." He sighed, flicking his wings a bit and shaking his head. "It's just..."
"Tim?" Greeter asked.
Waiter nodded back as the two stood in silence for a moment more.
"...What are we even doing here anymore?" The dragon sighed, looking to his friend, a sad expression on his face.
Greeter looked at him, several different emotions overtaking him.
Sadness, confusion, sypathy.
"Waiting for Tim to come back... You know that..."
Waiter shook his head, growling under his breath. "He ain't ever comin back..."
Greeter stared at him, eventually sithing and taking a step back into the room he leapt out of.
"You believe what ya want... But he promised he'd come back..."
The pink bird vanished into the darkness of the room, leaving the dragon all alone to ponder in his own thoughts.
Waiter was pacing down the halls slowly, looking into each room carefully, searching for the man.
He couldn't control the rage inside. The hurt, the sorrow, the fear.
Maybe it'd be better if it all ended somehow?
No... What if Tim really did come back? What if he was the reason he'd come back to nothing?
He deeply doubted his master would ever return, but it was the small spark of hope that still was burning inside of him that kept him going...
"But I don't want to keep going..." The dragon thought, sighing and shaking his head.
He whimpered and buried his face in his hands, sliding down a wall and sitting on the cold tile floors.
"...And why's that?" A voice called out, making him jump and look around.
"Greeter?" Waiter called out, uncertain of who or what lurked in the dark.
His eyes locked onto the man, and before he could react he saw a bright light flash in his face, as she stumbled back growling.
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT?!" He snapped, rubbing his eyes and looking up at the man.
"Because I've realized why you turn..."
"And why's that?" Waiter asked, sighing and standing to his feet, calming down slightly.
The man stood silent for a moment, lowering the now flipped-off flashlight to his side. "The light calms you down..."
Waiter stared at him for a minute before glancing over down the halls, a sudden sadness overtaking him once more.
"You need to get outta here... Before the others find ya..."
"... I will... But why were you so gloomy? Why don't you want to keep going?"
The dragon stared at him blankly for a minute, before shaking his head, frustrated.
"Last time I tried to tell ya a story you ran off..."
The man nodded sadly, and shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Well if a monster told you he killed some innocent people, you'd run for it too..." He nervously chuckled.
"Monster?" Waiter asked, offended.
"T-That's not what I-"
"Hush..." Waiter sighed, shaking his head and looking around, making sure the others weren't on that floor yet.
The man went silent, before the dragon turned back to him and spoke up again.
"Long story short, I got nothin to be living for... And the longer we're around the more people will die..."
The man nodded a bit, standing in silence for a minute before pulling something red out of his pocket.
"What's... that?" Waiter asked, grabbing it from his hands.
"A lighter..."
"Why are you giving it to me?"
The two stood in the darkness for a moment, the man not exactly knowing how to say it.
"Well.. If you truly want to... end it..."
Waiter's eyes drifted down to the lighter, a lump forming in his throat. "...T...Thank you..."
A growl was heard from down the hall, and the sound of crunching garbage was becoming less and less distant.
"R-RUN!" Waiter hissed as the man broke off into a sprint running into the next flight of stairs.
Waiter lifted himself off the ground, flying after him.
"WAITER!" Follower screamed from behind him, but he kept flying towards the open door.
Once he was on the stairs, he glanced back at the hallway, seeing Greeter looking out of the doorway, confused and upset.
"W-Waiter?" He chocked out, realizing his friend was helping the man.
Waiter shut his eyes tight, fighting back tears as he turned his attention back to the mission at hand, getting the man out of here...
And finally ending the wait for their master to return...
Ending them...
He flew down the stairs, catching up to the man rather quickly.
"Why are you- following me?!" He asked, struggling to catch his breath.
"To protect you... They'll be waiting on the next floor... They know secret ways around this place..."
The man gave a quick nod, sucking in a deep breath and entering the next floor.
"Thank you..." He whispered out, taking a step down the hall.
Follower ran up to Greeter and growled, grabbing the bird by the throat, pure anger filling his voice.
"Why'd you let him through?!"
"W-Why wouldn't I-I?!" He chocked out, pushing the larger puppet away, growling at him.
"Either help me get them both and kill them, or get outta my way..." Follower snapped, going to walk past him.
Greeter stared at him in shock for a moment before pushing him to the ground.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Greeter snarled, shaking his head and taking a couple steps back.
"YOU-YOU WANT TO KILL OUR FRIEND!"
"HE'S NOT OUR FRIEND ANYMORE!" Follower roared, standing up and lunging at Greeter.
The pink bird's eyes widened as he jumped out of the way, leaving Follower slamming into a wall.
"Bloody idiot..." He grumbled, shaking his head and walking out of the room.
Follower jumped to his feet and growled, looking around and not knowing which way he had left through.
"FINE! RUN YOU COWARD!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, running down the stairs, cursing under his breath.
"If you ain't gonna help, I'll kill you too..."