The Anthologies Saga Volume 1-Pixelations

Fears and Tears

The Let's Play wasn't even past the two minute mark when things got interesting.
Out of the corner of her eye, Anastasia could spot the two other people that Gary, JJ, Kat and Babi didn't take: Death Itself and the Grimm Reaper. They randomized the style of the two, so Death is female and the Reaper is male. Both of them were super fine, in Anastasia's opinion. A lot of detail went into the game and the characters, as usual. Let's hope that the story lives up to the hype.
Across the room, Keaton was aimlessly scrubbing the counter, watching Anna as she ordered a drink from the people Mama fostered. Quicker than lightning, they arrived again with her drink. Keaton stopped with the scrubbing and laid his elbow on the counter, resting his head on his fist.
"Ay, muchacho. You're gonna asphyxiate up on cloud nueve."
Keaton snapped out of it. He turned to see JJ at his side. "Huh?"
JJ rolled his eyes and swiveled his hips. "Come on, esè. Everyone can see it. It's as if you're shouting from the rooftops-" That's when he got up on the counter and started screaming, "TE AMO, ANASTASIA! TE AMÓ, TE AMO!" He let out a gritó, capturing the attraction of everyone in the bar. Keaton pulled him off the counter before Anna could turn around. He pointed a stern finger at his friend. "You are going to get me in serious trouble, Jason Jerome."
JJ smirked at Keaton. "What am I here for if not for trouble?"
Keaton wanted to reprimand JJ, but he couldn't stay mad at him for long. He couldn't get mad in general. He dropped his finger and sighed. He rolled his eyes when he saw two hooded figures, standing in the doorway leading to the back. One of the figures beckoned its finger at someone. Keaton followed their gaze at a...blonde entertainer. Good golly gracious, that's a lot of skin. Keaton wondered again if that is legal. But these two looked like they were up to no good.
Keaton nudged JJ in the side. "Hey, JJ, you know those two?"
JJ turned to where Keaton was looking. He was able to keep his cool inside the game, but from behind the screen, he was geeking out. Death Itself and the Grimm Reaper. The design was so beautiful, for the both of them. Smash, for sure.
"Nope," JJ lied.
Keaton's alarms rang out in his head. "I'm gonna go check on them."
This rang JJ's alarms. He grabbed his friend by the arm and swiped a flat hand across his neck. "Nuh-uh. Esè, when two people want a hooker, it's for one thing, and one thing only..." he began to gently thrust as his arms went in and out. Keaton was disgusted that JJ would immediately go there.
"JJ, that's disgusting."
"It's true though. And I don't think you've ever walked into your mom 'doing the deed'."
"No, Mama wouldn't do something like that." Keaton started walking closer to the three. By this time, they've disappeared into the back. JJ tried to stop him, but he could only cry out "Esè! ESÈ!" as Keaton rushed into the back.
He almost didn't catch the entertainer turning a corner. He caught a glimpse of her hair, and that lead him father into the halls. He couldn't remember the hallways being this long. He skimmed the blueprints as a kid. They weren't miles long.
"Hey! M'am!" Keet tried calling out to her, but they fell on deaf ears. He continued still. Time slowed and stopped. It was just the maze of hallways. Finally, he found himself in a room. On the far side was the two hooded people and the entertainer. Keet could hear one of the two...talking to the entertainer.
"Are you sure you are ready?" The voice sounded male, but Keaton couldn't make any inferences. It was rude. He stayed in the shadows as the entertainer nodded. The hooded figure outstretched his (?) hand. "Take my hand, darling."
With hesitation, she did. The entertainer exploded into a ball of light that nearly blinded Keaton. When he looked back, the lady was on the ground. But when he looked up, she was also standing right next to them. It sunk in quick who these two distinguished gentle people were. And here, Keaton ran from his hiding place. He fell to his knees as he noticed something on her arm...a bandage, cutting off circulation. Keaton tore it off, trembling.
"Good golly gracious..." Keaton cursed. He twitched his nose as he stacked his hands on each other and started CPR. When it was time, he opened her mouth to produce oxygen. He didn't want to think that the woman was already too far gone. He wiped away at his eyes when his vision got blurry. But it was no use. She was too far gone.
Keet looked up at the two. The hooded figure that took the woman outstretched his hand. Keaton backed away. There comes a time where you have to be weary of who to trust, Mama implanted that into Keaton's head when he was a kid. That time was now.
"Oh, don't be frightened, love," the second figure murmured to him. It sounded female, but again, can't assume. "We won't hurt you."
"You..." Keaton couldn't get the words out. "You k-..."
"Oh, no," the first figure said. "She did that to herself. She called for us and we came."
Keaton looked up at the two murderers. He couldn't see their faces.
The second figure outstretched their hand and a white flash appeared. Keaton felt helpless. His heart beat faster than it usually does. He couldn't breathe. This was the first time he experienced Dust Blood, but it wasn't the last. Something flashed before his eyes, like people say, but it wasn't his life. It was just screaming, people screaming in his head; giant earthquakes; and him, in the middle of it all, tears in his eyes, looking at someone behind him and smiling.
He clutched his ears, but it did nothing to drown out the rushing sounds. He closed his eyes, but the images still flashed against his eyelids. Maybe he screamed, he couldn't tell. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Keaton was still curled up when he opened his eyes. The figures were gone; all that left was the body. There was a word planted into his head, and it slipped out quietly, like a prayer-
"Armageddon."
His vision still wasn't all the way back. He staggered up and rushed out of the door and into the woods surrounding Mama's. He ran a considerable distance before finding a mossy field that tripped him up. He fell to the ground. He clutched his ears-he could still hear it. His lower lip quivered and he closed his eyes as a sob escaped. He tried to restrain his wailing, but the floodgates were open. At least the sensation of Dust Blood was gone.
Keaton stayed there, crying, processing this new empty emotion he was feeling, until he felt he was ready to head back. He couldn't stay in the woods-people need him.