Tyler and Josh are thrown into the depths of hardships and impossible feats when they discover the dark secrets of DEMA, eerie letters, the sacrifices that must be made, and the "blood-thirsty lions" everybody has been whispering about for so long.
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Josh woke up. He didn't want to, but he woke up anyway. He didn't even remember falling asleep. And to his surprise, he woke up to blinding lights dotting his vision. He had woken up in odd places before with no prior memory of getting there in the first place, but never a place with artificial lights streaming over him. It was rather unsettling. He sat up, blinking away the lights' intensity and insistence on being so harsh, and swung his legs over. His feet, which he realized were bare, were greeted by a cool tile-like feeling. Memories flooded into his mind and he almost smiled. They were memories like a warm blanket that he had no connection to. He looked around the room he was in. The walls were a light peach color, with pictures of a familiar but undistinguishable family hung throughout it. A cheekily grinning boy stood in the center of each picture. He seemed to..shine brighter than the rest of the family, almost. Not in a rude way—he was just an adorable little boy with the most dazzling and achingly family smile to Josh. His eyes shone with happiness. "Look familiar?" A chilling voice spoke behind him. Josh turned, and scrambled back against the bed at the sight before him. In the bright peach colored room, dead center before Josh, stood Nico, in a charred and dirty red cloak. It looked as if it had just been set on fire. "What are you doing here? Where am I? Where's Tyler—" Josh was cut off by a harsh glare from Nico. Those cunning eyes could shut practically anybody with a brain up. "You have questions. That is understandable. You are, actually, with Tyler as we speak." Nico looked around thoughtfully, causing Josh to wonder what the hell game he was playing. "My lions did their job, sending you idiotic Banditos into a frizzy. Causing a bit of pain, a bit of death, you know, the works." Nico waved his pitch black hand around thoughtfully. "What do you mean we are with Tyler? Is he dead?" Josh asked urgently. He glanced down at himself. He was wearing a plain white shirt and unfamiliar jeans. When was the last time he had worn jeans? He couldn't remember. "Dead? What really is dead? He hasn't woken up. In fact, he's disappeared. I managed to use my Dema powers a bit to get us into his mindset. Interesting, isn't it? Not exactly ordinary, if I say so myself. A mind palace, if you please." Nico seemed to be droning on to Josh. Josh gulped. "We are inside Tyler's mind?" Josh presumed. Nico hesitated before nodding. Why was this serial killer being so calm? "So he isn't dead." Josh deadpanned. Nico hesitated once again, before nodding. "Well that's just confusing." Josh exclaimed, getting up from the bed and looking at the room angrily. He looked at the pictures. "It's Tyler, the little boy. Before he was taken to Dema by his father." Nico said. His tone was a disgusting sort of thoughtfulness. "His dad took him to your makeshift hell?" Josh spat, glowering at the smiling tall man in the pictures. "Of course he did. Tyler was slightly troublesome. He went to Dema, so then he wasn't. A sort of disciplinary action, if you will. Then his parents died, so I took him in, as anybody with a heart would." Nico said. Josh huffed. "You? A heart? That's hilarious." Josh growled. Nico shushed him, obviously upset. "Don't try me, boy. You want some answers?" He began, his tone cold and remorseful. Josh, obviously, nodded greedily. Nico looked Josh up and down, his fists clenched tightly. Josh wiped at his eyes, wishing it was all a dream. One question echoed in his mind: was his ty ok, or was he...not? josh shuddered. "You are no longer in Trench. I lied. You aren't in Dema either. I also lied. You and your petty Bandito friends somehow got out, and that dumbass Classified is still alive—but barely breathing—and you're done. Dema. Doesn't. Control you anymore. You're free." Nico's voice was emotionless and deadpanned. Josh paused. That was it? He was free? They all were free? Just like that? The lightness of the peachy colored room was fading away as the light intensified. Josh scrambled forwards but was greeted by the cold tile hurting his knees. The last thing he heard was Nico speaking. "You may be free, but you're flightless."
A/n: two updates in one day what is this trenchmas (;
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