It really should go without saying that you shouldn't go exploring an abandon underground train station, but Ricky and Ghost just couldn't help themselves. What they find down there is utterly horrifying to even them.
18+ | Horror | Cyan | Ghorror
As per Ryan's instructions, when the clock said it was time, Ricky left the train to go meet one of Kuza's pets. In a weird, twisted way, he felt like a husband leaving his wife and child to go to work. He'd always been addicted to the abnormal, but this was never what he envisioned when he set out to have a life different from the social norms. Whether it be his need to protect Ghost, or a newfound attachment to that little one, he did make sure to lock the door before leaving.
Knowing Chris' bedtime was in about an hour, Ghost decided to use the time while Ricky was gone to help him calm down. He let Chris pick out a book to read. The two sat in his bedroom, the lights dimmed. Ghost naturally already had a very loving, gentle voice. When he put in even more effort to be calming, his voice was like a trance. Chris could barely stay awake as he read, which was saying something considering this was one of his favorite stories.
Suddenly, a terrible screeching noise jolted them both awake. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Rather, nails on metal. The sound wasn't distant, either. It was internal, meaning it had to have been on the side of the train. It still hadn't stopped, and continued to drag along slowly. Finally, the terrifying, animalistic sound whisked to an end. Neither of them seemed to know what it was, but that didn't change the fact that they were utterly petrified.
Chris held on tightly to Ghost. There was a lock on the main entrance to the door, of which was the one Ricky had secured before leaving. The lock on this individual train car's door was undone, however. Ghost knew he probably should've gotten up and locked it, but his body was paralyzed in fear. He could still hear noises outsider. Whatever, or whoever was out there had yet to leave.
Heavy steps began to approach. It was faint at first, growing close at a torturous rate. The door creaked open, the shadow of a tall, ominous man appearing. His eyes glowed like a burning star behind shamrock glass. The most maniacal, hyena-like laugh broke the silence, but it wasn't from his lips. It came from behind him, belonging to a set glowing red irises.
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"Oh, hush, now." Judas' sensual, deep voice spoke, "Can't you see the child was preparing to sleep?" He stepped forward, the light now illuminating his chiseled features. "I'm sorry to have given you a fright, mon cher. We came to visit on the assumption you were alone, but I see we were wrong."
The overly hyper blonde behind him finally popped out, rushing closer with no regard for personal space. He was less put together than Judas, to say the least. His long, ratty hair was tangled up in his red horns. Rush leaned into Ghost's face, studying every feature. "Who is this? Hm? Hm? Hm?"
Chris stayed clung to Ghost's side and even started to hide behind him. "My nanny." He muttered.
"Nanny?!" Rush questioned, as if it was the most ridiculous statement he'd ever heard. "Why do you need a nanny when you've got us? You know," He huffed, finally backing up a little. "I'm starting to think Ryan doesn't trust us. He never tells us when he's leaving. I mean, he'd rather poor little Chris sat here alone than let us or dad babysit. Then, he gets a nanny without even telling us."
