Dustin shivered as Florence rocked her chair back and forth, back and forth, with the creaking sound the only noise in the room.
Sniffer jumped as he saw the white coat appear behind his friend's chair and loomed over Dustin. Then he heard it. The painful ticking noise next to or maybe behind his seat.
"It's time!" Chimed the clock who was, as Sniffer predicted, behind him as he sat back in his seat in fear of what might occur in her presence. This was not good. This would not go well.
Alfendi placed a white gloved hand on Dustin's head, his yellow stake sharpened and barely touching the skin on his victim's neck. "How much can I spill," He stated, "To make a glorious work of art, I wonder."
Lucy held her red sword over Sniffer's chest. "Stop wasting time and kill him already!" Suddenly she grunted as she was knocked to the floor, her weapon falling in front of her attacker.
"Run, Dustin!" Florence screamed, grabbing Sniffer and hauling him away from the wicked woman.
With her partner still focused on them and confused on how they were escaping, Dustin swatted the wooden stake away and scrambled out of the chair.
Quickly, the trio hid in a nearby closet, with the darkness for once their ally. Florence was shaking in fear of the duo out there, creatures they could not escape without death.
I don't want to die.
"Don't worry, Flo." Whispered Sniffer, who pulled her into his arms.
She pushed him away, hugging herself as the cold shadows wrapped around them, like the slowly settling truth. "Don't hug me. I'm scared."
"Fear?"
"Don't be afraid of us, Florence."
"You cannot escape time. It is inevitable."
"Don't get too creative."
The door knob shook and the keyhole bled a gold similar to the knob itself. The door began creaking and turning brittle, snapping and withering away. The hinges rusted and fell off, the door disintegrating to dust.
Lucy's arms fell to her sides as the door disappeared. Alfendi's fingers grazed the wall, claw-like nails slicing into it. The cuts bled a rainbow of colors spilling to the floor.
The trio cowered in fear, each falling onto the floor slowly, backs pressed as much as possible against the wall.
"Looks like you three 'ave run out of time, right Prof?" Lucy curled her and inched forward with her partner.
Alfendi chuckled, "Yes, but how should we kill them? I can think of so many creative ways." His hands, now covered in gold and all the other colors, were held out in front of him.
Together, they chimed, "It's time to get creative."