With the drawer finally open, both Doughboys inspected the trinkets inside: two screws and a necklace with a clear glass pendant, inside of which was a molded cockroach.

"Why the hell would anyone keep this junk locked?" Eff asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure," D-boy replied. "Maybe the people who lived here thought these things were precious."

Just then, D-boy's hearing started to blur, drowned out by incessant noises. The roach—it was speaking to him. D-boy tried to focus but could only think of a vivid image—Nny... squishing the bug.

Eff sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well, I'm gonna see what I can do outside rather than be stuck here with you. If I get mauled by a bear, it'll be better than hearing you talk to yourself."

When D-boy didn't respond, Eff turned back. D-boy was sitting on the floor, head down, clutching the necklace close and mumbling to himself.

"Ah, here we go again, you fucking rod!" Eff growled, storming toward him, ready to smack him upside the head. But he stopped. D-boy's eyes had narrowed into white slits for a moment before returning to normal. Startled, D-boy threw the necklace across the room.

"I saw Nny," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I saw him through the roach. He was... squishing me."

Eff frowned, skeptical. "Stop being a fucking dolt. What was with your eyes? Why'd they go all white?"

D-boy blinked, disoriented. "What do you mean?"

"Christ, you were mumbling like usual, but this time your eyes changed. They went white. Never seen you do that before."

Standing up shakily, D-boy muttered, "I've never had visions before... It felt so real."

Eff scoffed. "Congrats. Welcome to the world. Everyone sees shit. You're just slow enough to notice now."

As Eff walked away, D-boy sat on the bed, repulsed by his counterpart's voice but unable to shake the vivid sight of Nny from his mind. Nny looked darker than ever—more deranged, more gritty. The image was unsettling. D-boy sighed, glancing out at the freshly fallen snow, hoping this vision was a one-time thing.

"Jeez, what a cockring," Eff grumbled to himself as he stepped outside, the cold air offering clarity. For a moment, he let his pride subside. If Nny were alive again... what would that mean for them?

As he walked further from the house, a sudden, sharp pain pierced Eff's skull. He dropped to his knees in the snow, blinded by the intensity of the migraine. His vision filled with white, and a chilling sense of forewarning crept over him. Someone was coming—someone dangerous. Blood dripped from his left eye socket as his vision blurred. The sense of being watched pressed down on him, palpable and terrifying.

Panicked, Eff rushed back inside. "Something's coming for us," he said, his voice shaken. "And it might want us dead."

Looking down at the cabin from the hill, Sickness and Reverend knew—knew—that whatever awaited them, it was going to be messy.