" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 " [𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝]

【１０ － Ｈａｐｐｙ Ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ】

The next day, you burst into the school hallway, running as fast as you could. You were late, and your breaths were large but quick while you scanned the hallway doors for your class. Grabbing the door handle once you found it, something unordinary happened. It disappeared in your grasp, as did everything else- the entire school faded into darkness. You looked around, trying to wake up as you immediately assumed it was just a dream. Nothing worked, though, and you saw a wooden chair appear in front of you. 

"Sit, y/n." You heard someone say, but you didn't know from where, since it just echoed around the room. Although a bit hesitant, you decided to just follow this odd man's instruction until you knew what was going on. 

A man appeared from the darkness, walking up to you. He sat down on another chair that was suddenly behind him, looking at you the entire time.

"So, I don't believe you know who I am, hm?" He questions, and you nod slowly. "Well, my name is Arthur Harrow. I lead a group of people who praise Ammit. Ammit will lead you to the path of good, just as she has led me." He paused, thinking about something. "I was going to help save everyone and everything by bringing back Ammit, but someone stopped me. You're fairly close to him." 

"...Marc? And Steven?" You didn't add Jake's name, as you didn't want to reveal the third alter if he didn't already know about Jake. Arthur hummed in response, leaning his staff against the side of the chair he was sitting in.

"He killed me, in cold blood. They both got in my way, on purpose." He shook his head, and your body tensed. You didn't want to believe this man, since you didn't know him and the chances were that he could even be lying.

"Marc doesn't just kill people for no reason, Khonshu orders him to kill people for vengeance. Whoever he's killed is because that person did something to deserve it. So, you probably deserved it." You rambled, trying to focus but it being difficult to process everything going on. 

"Ammit works the same way, she just wants to punish those that do evil." He said, continuing to make it all about this Ammit lady.

"You seem like you'd be evil, to be fair." You comment, leaning back in your chair. Apparently your attitude was making Arthur mad, as he gritted his teeth before continuing.

"December 16, 2003." Arthur suddenly brings up, and you stop yourself, knowing that date from somewhere else. "That was the night your parents died, correct?" You sat up straight and clenched your fists. 

"Yeah, but how is that any of your business, old man?" You spat, although knowing his patience was growing thin already. 

"Well, I know who killed your parents, and it wasn't them or some random burglar." Your eyebrows furrowed as you never left eye contact with Arthur, still keeping your guard up. He didn't finish his comment, looking directly at your eyes, which were sending daggers back to him. 

"WHO?! ANSWER ME!" You yelled now, gripping the arms to the chair you were sitting in. 

"Let's make a deal. I reveal who killed your parents, and you join us." He smiled menacingly, and, without thinking, you almost immediately responded.

"I don't CARE, just tell me already for fuck's sake." You calmed down, letting go of your chair. 

"Well, to answer your question, y/n l/n, the person that murdered your parents on the night of December 16th was," he almost pondered whether he should tell you or not, and finally answered you, "Ỳ̶̗̼̜̻̚͘ò̵̢̲̻̖̈́͘u̵̲̺̣̳͋̈̿͘." 

You shot up from your desk, glancing around to see that you were still in class. Sighing in relief, you also noticed that no one saw that you were asleep, not even your teacher. You let out a small chuckle, since you were glad that you were merely dreaming, and that the majority of what that Arthur man told  you was probably fake. Then, you remembered the last thing he said before you woke up, and you shivered at the thought. Why would you ever kill your own parents? It just didn't feel right. Despite the fact that you had little to no memory of your childhood, you knew that you probably had a nice one, one that consisted of a kind family with happy memories. Why would you ever kill your parents for that?