“…I…IT FEELS WEIRD…AND SLIMEY AND…” He whined, wiping more drool out of his ear. “I-IS THERE ANOTHER WAY TO DO THIS OR…”
Abel propped his head up,hoping that the voice he heard really came from Lazarus. “Laz?Is that really you?” Abel asked.If anything,he had to be sure his thoughts were correct. “Why wouldn’t it be?” Berith said,still mimicking Lazarus’ voice. “We’re the only ones on this floor…I think.” Abel immediately hugged him. “I was so worried!I thought I was alone and that you died…” he vented. Berith felt sick to his stomach from Abel’s hug,but he had to continue playing along. “Yeah,me too…Do you even remember how we died? I don’t.” “The only thing I can remember is passing out while you were defending Martha.I’m just glad you’re okay.” Abel said,pecking Berith on the cheek. Berith Tried so hard not to gag. “Are you sure? Martha was lost.” “Wait,what?” Abel replied,putting a confused look on his face. “Are you sure you’re Laz? He wouldn’t say some riddle like that…” Shit,she’s onto me! Berith said in his head. “What are you talking about?” he questioned Abel’s theory. Berith had to end his mind game at that moment.He pushed Abel off him,Abel stumbling to keep his balance.Without hesitation,he scratched Abel’s forehead,Abel landing flat on his back-no bounce.
Laz screeched.He finally figured out how Baalberith saw and heard everything. “I’m too late,” he cried. “Thanks to me,Abel’s going to die…” The thought of Abel’s death killed him inside.Leaning on the wall,he slid down to the floor,tears rolling down his cheeks. “Even if he lives,he’s going to hate me…He’ll probably haunt me as ghost.What have I done?” Lazarus nearly had a terrible emotional meltdown.Abel was,by far,the nicest person he met in the basement.He didn’t even think about how died.He didn’t have to. It was over.It was all over. Berith was going to win.Abel was far too weak to fight back.Plus,Abel was never the strongest,bravest,or toughest. Berith,on another hand,had all the weapons he needed.
Martha felt alone.Being lost for hours,not knowing was going to attack her scared her,yet she continued roaming the basement. “Hello,” she called as she walked. “Is anyone out there?…Bubby?” She could feel her heart pounding.She needed someone.She needed anyone.As she walked through an empty room,she started to hear screeching from the next room.She heard it come from one of the monsters when Lazarus killed one,so there was obviously someone in the next room.She peered through the door,and finally found a person. “Uh,” she hesitated. “Hello!” The person jumped as if it were alarmed.Martha figured the person was a she,considering the long,luscious,brown hair it had.She was wrong. “It” was a guy. ”Figures,” she said as she pointed her head down. “My names Martha.What’s yours?” she said as she walked up to him.He turned his head turned his head to her. “Oh,hey.My name’s Samson,but you can just call me Sam.” Samson responded. “I like your hair.” she said,her hand approaching his hair. “Don’t touch it!” he said with an attitude. Martha immediately swiped her hand away and said,”Reow…”
((SAMMMMMY AND MARTHAAAAA
((sAMMERS AND MARTHA
I GOTTA DRAW THIS OMG))
((Huh. that’s a neat one. Don’t really see it as canon tho.))
((Huh. interesting headcanon.
I’ll think about it..))
((He’s a sparkler.))
If it’s good, it will become official.
Oh pretty pretty please!!!!