*A/N: This chapter marks the spot when all of the creepy, horrible, or just plain horrifying things happen, so keep that in mind, this may be slightly gorey and there are two swear word, but other then that we're good. Enjoy!*
~~Ink's POV~~
Ink cautiousley opened the basement door, peering into the dimmly lit walkway. He could never stand the thought of being in this basment with only himself as comfort. Something about today though, was different. Ink reached his right foot on to one of the steps, and stepped forward silently once more, turning the lights on as well. Only one bulb lit above Ink's head, but it was enough to see the basement. It had multiple sporting goods on the top side of the wall infront of him, with un used moving boxes on the bottom. The smell was atrocious, it smelled like rotten flesh, it was o so very disgusting.
"It's just a basement, nothing bad will happen. Even though it always does in horror movies, it's not that bad right?" Ink asked himself constantly. He continued to look down, something about this place seemed, off. Ink slowly stepped down again, the steps made a eery sound, a horribly eery creep.
"Gah...," Ink muttered. He started pacing down the stairs at full throtle speed, he could feel blurrs of guilt and smell layering across him. Ink swerved into the boxes, and then rushed to the light, as he swiftly turned it on. Dozens of lights made a bright scene, as Ink could now see clearly. The floor was made of furnished wool, and the smell was like pure sugar.
"Thank god," Ink told himself. He slowly walked toward a small bar area infront of him. There was a gigantic bottle of margarita on the counter behind this bar area. And as Ink felt the slick cover, he could feel marble over filling his senses.
"I can't beleive I never used this," Ink told himself. He looked to the right, there were bottles of beer, coke, sprite, and water. Ink smiled at the freezer, they always used to mess around with it when they were younger.
"Focus Ink, your here to fix not break," Ink muttered. He slowly moved away, as he looked at a big, white, wooden door. The door handle looked like shiny gold, almost as if no one touched it, which they didn't. Ink took in a deep breathe and sighed, and then grasped the handle and slightly opened. Nothing, it was pitch black, pure black, nothing there, except for one meesily light switch. His OCD began to ring out, as he grasped hold of the small white piece, and flung it up ward, to be reaveled with.
~~Fell's POV~~
Fell, Geno, Sans, Horror, Reaper, Nightmare, and Dream where all on the couch. They were watching "Shaun of The Dead" laughing and giggling to the incredible humer they thought was funny.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Something shreaked. All of them looked around, confused, puzzled, and most of all scared. They all flung up and heard it cleary, Ink's voice, loud as day.
"The hell?!" Nightmare exclaimed. Fell rushed forward and grasped the front door open, as they ran out into the shivering snowy enviornment. They came to the back side of the house, a small metalic door stood in the way, it was huge at the same time though. Fell sprinted over to the keypad, and cliked the numbers 2347. The keypad flickered green, as Sans pushed the door open as hard as he could.
"WE'RE COMING INK," Dream exclaimed. Everything was racing in blurrs, the screaming, the cold, things were messed up as they ran forward. They finally came across the wooden door Ink was in, and as soon as they entered.
"OH MY GOD!" Dream exclaimed. Error, he was in the Tv line cords, hanging like something from the gallows. Sparks flittered onto the ground, it was forcefull, not accidental, as they were ripped. Error's shirt was pulled up, revealing his rib cage, and in his own blood, it read the words. Fun for All, in bold, written, bloody hand writing letters. The stench stunk, it was rotten, smelled of sinking garbage, rotten eggs, all sorts of disgusting material into a new compound, none of them could stop smelling the rotten factor. Dream fell to the floor and vomited, it was pale orange, with bits of yellow, green, and red from meals before.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD," Ink constantly muttered, he held his arms to his head and started trembling, hot tears started rolling down his cheek. He fell the the ground and backed to the shelves and started to cry, he was helpless, a monster, a monster is his only thought left.
"Who the hell did this?" Reaper asked. Fell slowly walked forward to Error, and touched the engravment, causing Dream to vomit the pale orange putrid all over the sickly grey floor. The scar was embedded, it was stuck on, and it was most certainly made from a knife engravment. He could see Error, with wet tears over his eyes, he had no movment, he was certainly dead, but he did not turn to dust.
"This is sick, and I thought I got away from these sick sh** from Underfell," Fell told them. Horror and Nightmare just stared, they made no big fuss, just a pale expression on their faces.
"Blue," Horror muttered. Fell turned to him in confusion, puzzled and sickened.
"What?"
"That damn idiot Blue, he was the only one here, it is obviously him," Horror explained. The door slightly creeked closer to being completly shut, the light slightly started to close, as they all looked at the door, even ink looked.
"F**," Horror muttered. He started making a mad dash for the door, as it quickly started to creek to a shut, and finally.
"BAM!" the door rang. They were all sumberged into the basement ALONE, Blue had shut them out, all of them, and Horror knew, they were all doomed.
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