||Chapter 9: The Basement||

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Looking across the street, Nicky couldn't see any of the cloaked figures in the streets, around the house or his old house.
"I think we're safe to go. . ."
Quentin nods, Nicky then handed Quentin a tazer,"Here.", "A-Are you sure?", Nicky nods, you need it more than I do.", Quentin nods, it was time to end this madness once and for all.

They crept across the street, Nicky having a crowbar and Quentin had his tazer for protection.
Entering the home, Nicky walked to the basement door and saw the door was boarded up and locked, he almost felt a wave of daja vu.
How he use to try and get in the basement, he got his wish. . . How he got his scar.
Creak.
They froze, that came from upstairs. . . Shit; They were in the house.
"What do we do. . .?"
"I can get the door open. . . I need to look for something, I need you to stay here and get the boards off. . . You're armed, I'll be back soon.", with that Nicky crept into the home.
Quentin got to work on the boards.

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Nicky peaked around the corner, seeing a hooded person walk into Mr Peterson's old room so he army crawled past the room and into Aaron's old room.
Nicky knew he kept old tools for picking locks,"Found it. . .", he grabbed a couple of tools but as he turned to leave he looked back in the chest.
Was. . . Is that a doll of Trinity?
Nicky picked it up, confused why Trinity-
"Are we sure about this?"
Turning to Enzo, nodding,"We have to, we know whatever chased us around Mr Peterson's house came from his theme park, I mean. . . This theme parks does have a Crow has it's mascot.", turning to Kelly, who had some boltcutters,"Ready?", Kelly nods and herself and Bagger cut the lock off the gate they entered the theme park.
Nicky leaned against the chest, it felt like a had rush and everything around him felt distorted.

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Quentin pulled off the last of the boards, the door was right there and beyond it may be their answers or a way to end this nightmare.
Then his head began to hurt, his vision began to become distorted.
Oh no. . .
Not again. . . Why now. . .!?

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Nicky checked the hall, no one was down the hall but someone was nearby.
.  .  .
Someone. . . Was. . .
Nicky, turned around to see a hooded figure looking directly at him!
They ran at him, hunting knife in hand but Nicky was quick!
He grabbed their arms, stopping them from stabbing him and using his strength he slammed them into the wall.
The knife fell to the ground, keeping them on the ground.
They didn't make a sound, but Nicky took off down the hall and hoped he kept that one at bay for even just a bit.

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"Quentin?. . ."
He was gone. . .
Did he have to run because of the cloaked people in the house, though it did concern Nicky to see the locks on the ground.
He approached the basement door, his hand on the handle amd he took a deep breath.
. . .
Nicky opened the door and entered the basement.

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Lights were on in the basement, even though they were flickering it gave Nicky a path to walk down the hall and not use up his battery.
Click.
He gasped, was that a. . . Spotlight turning on?
It came from his left, and he saw. . . Cardboard cutouts of his friends. . . As he walked down the hall, lights turned on that told their story.
How they went to the theme park, how they dealt with 'Mr Peterson', the Raven and that Shadow Man before they were all captured in caged, found but the last told Nicky that they were subjected to worship and protect the creature that was the reason behind this all.
. . .
Nicky felt so guilty, he knew he had no control over it. . . He was hospitalised, taken away before he could stop anyone.
What could he have done. . .?
He thought to the times he would lie to his therapists, lying to protect Raven Brooks, The Petersons, His Friends and himself.
What would have happened if he told the truth?
Would anything change??
Then Nicky came to a door, he felt a single drop of sweat run down his forehead. . . Something was on the other side of the door, and whatever it was it was giving a feeling he hadn't felt in years.
He. . . He wanted to deny it, some part of him wanted to believe there was no part of his grandmother in him.
The woman that scared and hurt him.
With a deep breath, he pushed the door open-
"WOAH-"
Nicky grabbed the door, completely taken it back by what he saw in the basement and he was certain this wasn't here!
It was a complete white void, a black endless void below and around it was floating building parts or items like a clock, an umbrella, kitchen essentials and chairs.
But right in the centre, was the Peterson household before it became what it did today.
Nicky had to pinch himself, nope; He was wide awake.
"What on earth. . ."
Squack!
Wait-
Near the house, The Crow!
"You!"
It Squacked at him, Nicky looked at the pieces and told himself what he was about to do was stupid.
He jumped.
But he seemed to. . . Float?
It was that move Luigi does; Flutter Jump.
If Luigi jumps, he has a few seconds to float in the air to get more distance.
Nicky fell on a floating piece, immediately feeling anxiety, a rush he couldn't describe and that feeling of vomit coming up his throat.
Squack!
Nicky looked up at the crow or The Raven as Quentin called it.
Nicky gulped, trying not to look down as he jumped to get closer and barely grabbed onto the side of the wall and carefully climbed on it.
Nicky, without thinking tried to jump to where the Raven was.
But the Raven moved, and Nicky fell right through the house window!
*CRASH*
Nicky crashed through the window, then crashed into a wall and pictures or something fell on top of him.
Nicky groaned, pushing something off him as he lay on his back and caught his breath, calmed from that strange rush and that feeling of vomit was gone.
"God. . . What mind of gravity shit was that. . .?"
Nicky didn't want to move, that somehow took a lot out of him and he was worried about the glass around him, in his hair or in his body.
Then someone loomed over him.
"Nicky. . .?"
Wait. . . That voice.
A familiar mustache, a recognisable jumper and black gloves.
"Mr Peterson?!"

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