Key (Sanscest Multiship)

Prologue =)

In a room, that was blank.

A room that had light but it was dim, occasionally flickering, revealing the furniture of the room. A desk in the middle, with neat little touches of books, stacks of papers, a dark blue coffee mug, and a laptop. Two bookshelves stood at the side of the room, stuffed to the brim with again, more books. The walls were a monotonous grey, matching with the dull brown floor planks. Decorated on the walls were shelves that had dusty memoirs of the person residing here.

Laughing could be heard in the distance.

Not some sort of unsettling laugh that would send shivers down you're spine, or a creepy giggle that made you feel like turning tail and run. No, it was a deep low chuckle, a sinister vibe of what is to come. The door opened, while a monster stood at the doorway, holding a briefcase. He walked in, sat in the chair and set the the briefcase on the desk, it letting out a quiet 'thump'.

Taking the keys out of his pocket, he put it in the lock of the briefcase, twisting the key around. There were about 13 more locks, each coloured differently to show which key goes where. Now, he didn't have all the keys, but he did have 6 of them. Using all of his keys that he had spent some time searching for, approximately three years, he stared at a certain lock.

The one lock that stayed there, mocking him. Mocking him of what happened, how he used to have that key, how he trusted someone with it, how that person ran away with the key. Anger rose in him, glaring at the lock. He sharply stood up and turned around to the shelves. Three photos that included that one person. He laughed, the eeriness in the room intensifying. It couldn't stop, the bile that rose in his mouth, the memories of him smiling, him laughing, him going quiet, him crying, him taking that key and running away.

Taking the photos off the shelves, he took out a match, lit it up, and set the memories on fire, frame and all. The anger turning him insane, he wanted revenge. That person deserves revenge, how foolish of them to think they can escape the monster that had taken care of them their whole lives. Grinning so wide it may have been permanent, he looked down, only to find ashes, he must have been standing there for a while.

He was still in the office, the fire luckily not getting anything else. Grabbing the briefcase, he locked it fully up again, taking the keys, and shoving them in his pocket. Fumbling with the briefcase, he set it aside his desk, and opened a drawer. Inside the drawer contained a letter, crumpled up with messy writing that certainly didn't belong to the monster. He straightened it out, glancing at the wrinkles that covered the paper.

Dear ____
I'm sorry, I can't go through with your plan.
I know what you're trying to do is wrong, and that is why I'm stopping you.
I won't let you hurt anyone anymore, this needs to stop
I won't let you hurt me anymore
Remember that key you gave me?
It's gone, and never coming back
You did terrible things getting the other keys
You went out of your way to murder others to get it
I'm not going to watch this time, I don't know what's in there, and neither do you.
So please
Just stop

He hissed, tearing up the letter into little tiny shreds. The one person he had trusted the most, dares to call him a murderer? Well, too bad for them, because they don't know what they started.

I'll make sure he never doubts me again. I will find him, and he will suffer.