My Only Person

Filler Chapter - 4

Clarissa's POV

Let me quickly recap how we ended up in this situation.

So, we entered hand-in-hand, a big smile on my face and everything was fine. Sure, it was eerie and creepy, with dim lights flickering every now and then. There was artificial blood splattered everywhere and props lurking in the shadows, propping before us out of nowhere. It did race my heart, but I held onto Theodore's hands tightly and spoke with a slight tremor to my voice, "Do-Don't worry. I'm right here."

"Hm, I'm scared." he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist as he stepped closer, almost hugging me sideways.

Patting his back, I offered reassurances, "It-It's just a cheap imitation of pe-people's nightmares..."

Just then, a woman's bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, making my skin crawl and as if that wasn't enough, the roof of the room that looked like a tent where we were standing just a minute ago, collapsed behind us with a deafening crash, making me jump. A shriek left my lips and I instinctively sought refuge in Theodore's arm, hugging him like a leaf clings to a tree.

Once the dust settled in, Theodore peered down at me and asked, "Are you alright?"

Realizing what I was doing, I hastily disentangled myself from him, fixed my coat, cleared my throat, wiped the sweat and tried to hold together a falling smile. "Ye-Yes! Of course! I-I-I'm not scared! I-I was just trying to protect you! Are you okay?" Despite being inwardly rattled, I feigned bravery for his sake.

Though I couldn't see his eyes, I sensed him shaking his head.

"I was so frightened," he admitted, grasping my hand and drawing it to his face, seeking solace in my touch.

"It-It's all pre-planned t-to scare us. Do-Don't take any of th-this seriously," I said whatever came to mind, my own nerves still raw.

He hummed softly, then whispered, "What would I do without you?" Resting his cheek atop my head, embracing me completely in his arms.

If we weren't in this situation, I would've definitely found this behaviour of his endearing. But now, when I'm responsible for the safety of us both, I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

"Yo-You keep behind me. I'll take the fr-front." Yes, for once at least I'll protect him.

"Hm..." He readily agreed, but didn't remove his hands from around my torso, so we moved forward slowly and cautiously.

More props popped before us, lights flickered, monstrous growls resounded, some performer zombies chased us, and although my legs were shaking like a new-born fawn, I remained firm in my resolve of taking the hit before Theodore.

Throughout the ordeal, he remained stuck to me like a glue, his hands never straying, his head nuzzling my shoulder. I guess he really hates this type of things. He hasn't said a single word since. Occasionally, I would feel his breath trickle my ear which was the only thing comforting me in this unknown room.

I thought we would clear this in no time. However, my courage was broken the second a headless clown with a severed head in his hand and another clown with a chainsaw charged toward us yelling from two different directions. The cacophony of screams, the ghastly noise of the chainsaw, and the ominous atmosphere elevated with perfect lighting and sound effects made me scream bloody murder. I subconsciously leapt into Theodore's arms who caught me effortlessly, as if he had been waiting.

Burying my face in his long coat, I squeezed my eyes shut tight, my breaths ragged. Without a word, he whisked us away to another room, then concealed us in a locker, sheltering us from the horrors outside.