Faces and masks: City of Fear

Chapter 8 - ("SCP")

Emily woke abruptly, sitting up in bed with her arms wrapped around her bare knees. It was Larry. Her best friend Larry! At first everything was normal, he looked happy, but then ... he said this phrase... " leave them to me." What did he mean? Did he mean "leave them alone"? Or was he plotting with Pinkie? But it can't be! He's terrified of all these monsters, especially the fact that he might have some connection to one of them, Ben Drowned.

But Ben is a completely different person, and he is dead and a Ghost. And Larry is alive, and, as he said, born and raised in this town. They have known each other since childhood. If he had a secret, he would have told them. Besides, he'd been a skeptic for a while, and it wasn't until the incident with his father that he began to believe it all.

— I have to find Sally." And at the same time to talk to Larry. We're going to little Sally's tonight. Emily sighed, covering her face with her hands and running her fingers along her tousled red fringe. — I should dress better." Although, who am I kidding, will wear the same.

So saying, she got out of bed, put on her Slippers, and, going to a chair, took from it the black dress that had been washed and dried the day before on the straps, and changed into it. On the hands of black gloves off without fingers. He wore a blue handkerchief around his neck over a Crescent-shaped pendant. Hair in a ponytail. On feet boots until ankles. She wore an unbuttoned black sweatshirt over her dress. She's ready.

"And yet, this nightmare involving Larry and Ben has a reason. Can I believe him?"— flashed through her mind. "Judging by the silence in the house, everyone has already left. Even mom isn't home. I can't feel her aura. Okay, we'll figure it out on the spot. Let's go.»

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Emily's POV

"Hello, Sally, Hello, Larry." I greeted the guys at my front door who were waiting for me.

I closed the door behind me and we walked down the hall toward the Elevator, and then to the entrance. The boys greeted me in unison, nodding and smiling easily. We walked in silence to the courtyard. Still, it is not so easy to digest the information received. After all, Sally and I are responsible for this mess. And all because we left the city for a year or two, and then, when we returned, opened an unknown seal in an equally incomprehensible way. This is the fourth day this whole damn thing has happened. Yes, I counted the days.

"Good morning, Emily." Larry said a little belatedly, looking at me in surprise and excitement. Well, now I have the same black bags under his eyes. — Did something happen?" You look weird. Okay, though. We're all like that after yesterday, aren't we? Let's go to the theater. Fortunately, I know the way there and will guide us. with that he led the way, and Sally and I followed.

— You're in your Gothic garb as usual." Sally said softly, with a faint smile, and I smiled.

— You're wearing your mask as usual." And Larry with his hair down and no bandanna. But we are going to a highly spiritual place. I remembered what my mother called the theater when I told her where I was going tomorrow. She seemed calmer, but she still looked worried. I didn't tell her about the prophecy, but I still feel like she already knows. My mother is a former heiress of our family and is still able to see more than ordinary people. But I didn't tell her that either.

Our conversation was interrupted by a local undertaker who came up to us. I find him particularly strange. Still, I don't recall seeing him before this fall. And at all, that have us so close was a graveyard of to home.

"Good morning." he greeted us with a broad smile and a wave of his hand.

"Good morning, Mr. MAFI." we nodded in unison.