Destiny (NaJ) Finished OwO

20.) No Time for a Rest

    PaperJam's P.O.V.

    PaperJam walked through the dark forest. As usual, it was a boring walk, and nothing happened. Suddenly, he heard someone crying for help. The dark forest that he was in vanished, but instead was covered up by a big blanket of darkness. He didn't bother to say anything, fearing that something horrifying would happen. Behind him, he heard the sound of chains clattering and someone helplessly banging against something. He heard a familiar voice laugh evilly. He turned around and gasped. Behind him, Fresh was standing right next to a cage, and inside was a skeleton with a white jacket, a white sweater, a red scarf, and a wound along his torso. Blood slowly oozed out of his mouth and his wound and onto his slippers. He was sobbing and pleading. Fresh turned around and saw him. She wasn't the normal Fresh, but instead had black liquid oozing out of her eyes. PaperJam stared at her, stunned and in shock. Fresh smiled evilly and giggled.

    "Oh, PJ!" said Fresh in a singing tone. "I think you'd want to see someone!" She stepped out of the way and revealed two figures who were also in a cage. Fresh grabbed a knife and cackled. "Come on, PJ. Save your parents before they die!" Fresh opened the cage and raised the knife while PaperJam ran to his parents, but the faster he ran, the farther they got from him.

    "Fresh, stop!" pleaded PaperJam. Before he could say anything else, Fresh stabbed his parents. He heard a scream, then saw his parents turn to dust. "No!" screamed PaperJam.

    "I'm not Fresh," cackled Fresh. "She's gone. They're all gone."

    "Noooo!"

    PaperJam quickly opened his eyes, gasping for breath. He glanced at his side and saw Fresh sitting beside him, reading a book. For a moment, he was scared that Fresh would turn into the Fresh he saw in his dream, but then pushed away the thought.

   No, he thought. She would never do that. She's to weak! PaperJam got up and leaned on the front of the bed. Fresh glanced away from her book and to him. PaperJam saw a flash of relief light her eyes, but quickly faded away. PaperJam chuckled softly.

    "Are you okay?" asked Fresh. "You were acting really weird in your sleep!" PaperJam felt a soft pink blush rise to his face. Had he actually acted weird in his sleep? PaperJam sighted as he sat upright.

    "I'm... I'm fine," muttered PaperJam. He wasn't. He felt as if he was burning in fire. Fresh put her hand on PaperJam's head and scowled.

    "Your not fine. Your sick. Lay down and rest," she said as she gave him some pills and some water. "Take these," she explained. "They'll help you," she said as she got up and left the room. PaperJam growled at the fact that a nerd was helping him, but he was too tired to argue. Reluctantly, he took the pills and gagged. They tasted bitter, but at least they were helping. As he tried to lay down, he tried to push his thoughts of Fresh into the back of his head, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Do I like her? he questioned himself. Suddenly, Cross bolted into the room, his eyes filled with disbelief and frustration.

    "Really? You go sick on our last day here?!" Cross growled. PaperJam held up his arms and shrugged.

    "Hey, it's not my fault that I'm sick!" grumbled PaperJam. "Can you at least-!"

    "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

    PaperJam was cut of by a loud scream. Everyone came out of their rooms, stunned.

    "It's coming from down stairs!" gasped Palette. "We need to go! Now!" They quickly changed and headed downstairs. PaperJam stumbled, so Cross had to help him. Once they got down, they heard a spooky voice say, "Come on out! I know your here! Every minute is another victim!" The owner of the voice was black droopy figure. He was holding the bunny who greeted them on their first day here by the neck. The figure was holding a knife, and was hovering the knife over the bunny. Beside them, there was a dog-human monster with black spots and a wound across his torso. He was bleeding very badly, and his eyes were closed. The figure turned around and glared at them.

    Who is that?! asked PaperJam in his head.