They are all in place. There are exactly nine in the house. There were only a few we need to worry about though. The narwhal and the melon. we need those two alone. The others could die. Then it would be their turn. They were the source of their suffering. The melon just kept getting in the way. Too much, meddling in things he didn't understand. We thought the purple one would take care of him, but he was too...limited, even when we tried to make him one of us. And the narwhal. Yes, the Narwhal. Funny that he doesn't know what's happening, really. But just one person paying for it, wasn't enough, the family needed to be punished. Then the real Nightmare would begin. Yes. We need to separate the sheep from the goats. Then we can finish what had begun so many years ago.
It was almost comical how naive everyone in the house was. How..oblivious they were to the fact that their fate is to die. That they were born just to die. Yes, they would all get their chance. After all, we did. We didn't get to choose when we would die. Why should they? We'll give them the same choice that we had. Which was none.
They think that this is just a game. Just scary characters on a computer screen. That when they died they could just start the night over and eventually beat it. When would they finally understand that this is not game, no, they only have one life, I mean so did we.
Yes, they will die tonight. Then we may finally rest in piece. But which ones should we send. Which ones. Which ones. Which ones?
The golden one with the purple hat and the black one are the ones we shall send. The banes of their lives. These are the ones that shall bring upon their deaths. Call back the harbingers, and send in the artillery.
IT'S US.