The Haunted Asylum (inspired by the boys' video)

Chapter 7: Sunday Service

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Anti's POV:

It was a big, open, dark room filled with benches and a stage table if you thought about it. You could fit eight of Anti's apartments in there; hell, their entire kitchen could fit in the walkway between the pews with room to spare! The thought makes them feel a twinge of annoyance at the unfortunate reality of interest rates. The roof is high enough that if they wanted to build a second story to the church, they could. The stained glass windows were opened slightly in certain places, letting in a cool draft and making the church feel eery in the lone light of their torches and camera lights.

The group, aside from Infelix, make their way towards the alter, the blonde sitting in the back row and slumping. "He has a lot to atone for." Anti jokes to Blank as they stand on the raised platform where the alter and cross sit. There's also an old loveseat, covered in a tarp, and the bread holder on opposite sides of the chancel. They see Dark and DD flinching back from one of the benches, looking at each other with shock before they see them laugh. Did they hear something?

The group slowly herd around the small church stage, smart enough not to get near the large wooden cross standing at the stage centre. They're demons, for their creator's sake! Anti knows what will happen if one of them touches the damn thing, which is why they chose to concerningly follow Blank towards it. The glitching arachnid looks entranced with the wood, a moth drawn to heaven's light. Pupils dilated, breathing laboured, nauseous swaying.

This can't be good...

Blank slowly reaches a hand towards the centre of the crucifix and lays his palm flat against the wood. Dark yells for him to get away from the structure, and Anti rushes forward to pull the other glitch off, shouting. He tugs Blank's arm, the limb not moving as a holy blue glow emits from the cross. His hand is burning! His skin is melting! What has gotten into him?!

"D̶̞̘̪̤̩̀̌͝Á̶̧̛̩̭͔̰̹̰̀̊̐̀͠R̴͉͕̘̟̞̞͌̂̆̀͊̉͛̂́͜͠K̷̤͖̰͎̫̣̠̩̎!̴̫̗̤͌͊̾̓̑̊̊͒̚͝ ̶̡̹̯̞̙̻̏͋́́͑͝Ḥ̸̢̜̤̫͔͍̦̩̇̇̿̎͠͝ͅḮ̵͉͖̙͑̒̀̊͝Ṡ̶̤̤̺̬̪͉͕̜̎̑̏̈́̎̀͗̚͠ ̴̩̆̅̇H̷͈̗͍̠̜͓̤̻̳͍͐̇̀͑̆͒̑͆͝A̴̯͙͊̃͌̆̀͘N̸̨̰̖͙̤̦̓̋̍͒D̴̛͇̮̉̈́̔͐͘ ̴͙̣̭̀̑͒̇Ḭ̴͙̤̝͖̺͒̿̃̌͝͝S̶̺̝̤̬̘̟̍̔̔͋͐͊͂̎̚͠N̵͎̥͍̩͛̍̽̈'̴̘̗̤͖̌̄̀T̵͇̄͐͑͂̍̄̄̂ ̸̢͕̮̩͍̗̣̩̽͊͐̅̚B̷̪͔̫̞̩͉͎̱͎̃Ù̵̧̨̫̼̟̼̲͍̌̅̏̽̿͛D̶̢̠̠̙̭̮̲͑̿͌͆̅̚Ǵ̸̱͔̖̼̻͙̰̏̀I̷̻͔͑͑̅͜N̷̨̢̧̯̗̖̙̱̦̩̆̿͂̃͘G̷̛̛͙̰̟̅̀̑̽͗͘!̴̡̨̳̗̘̯̯͈̊̒͂̌̃̑̂́̓" His shout spreads across the building, open walls bouncing the sound around in an echo... echo... ᵉᶜʰᵒ... The shade rushes towards the two glitches, grabbing Blank's wrist and bicep while Anti holds his forearm in both hands. They pull, tug, and yank at the other, a blue fire starting with every second the hybrid's hand stays on the cross. Frustrated tears prick Anti's eyes when they see a tear stain down Blanks's cheek. Once the tear reaches Blank's chin, he seems to wake up, and the three demons crumble to the floor. "I-"

"What were you thinking?!" Dark interrupts the other's shock with an even more shocking hug, pulling the brunet to his chest, voice straining as he croaks, "You know we can't... do that."

"I don't know what... I wasn't... in control of myself." He hugs the older with all eight of his arms, and Anti turns to the others with a shrug. The three all look sickly pale and concerned; KPJ looks like he's about to spew, taking a seat in the front row while the other two seem confused. "It's gonna heal, right?" Infelix calls from further back, walking up to the rest of the group, but his body refusing to get too close to the alter. Anti sits into a kneel and rubs Blank's back, turning to the blonde, "It will probably take longer than a regular burn. It would probably take a month to heal, even if it was a fourth-degree burn from a violet fire. But a crucifix burn? Fuck... I don't even know..."