"Here are the souls." Travis hissed, slamming down the 25 cards harshly. Schlatt smirked underneath his mask, taking the cards swiftly. "Good job! I must say, I'm impressed you killed 25 people without me!" He exclaimed, getting a frown in return. "Don't be so sad, you're just like the others!" "The... others?" "Ribbon and pants! Ty Iam and Connar EastPanm! Add in Skeppy, BBH, A6D, and the other seven and you'll be part of the group! The 13th member!" Travis stared agape before pursing his lips. "H-how?" "Hm?" "H-How do you have so many members?!" Schlatt cackled before grinning wide. "Isn't it obvious? They're like you! They came to me for a task. They completed it. They joined my group. Schlatt and Co. A company can't just be three people." He quivered at the information from frowning. "W-why?! Why?!" "I've gathered them up through the years! These souls they collect keep me immortal!" The blonde laughed, twelve ghosts gathering behind him. Ribbon and pants stood beside the deal maker, most likely his most trusted ally. Then ten more people.
"I-I... n-no wonder." "Hm?" "N-No wonder when I asked your age you said no... It was because you lost count..." "I didn't lose count, it would've ruined the surprise! I went waaaaay back, probably the Middle Ages!" Travis covered his mouth, his face paling with every passing second. "A6D was my first tasker! And you wouldn't be my last." He screamed loudly, running out the room. "GET HIM!" The brunette sobbed, slamming the door shut behind him. He was in a simple attic type room on the top floor of the house. He locked the door behind him, backing away as he heard the scratches. "Traaaviiss." A French accent rang out, making him quietly sob more. Travis looked around the room before finding a pencil and sheets of paper.
He quickly scribbled on the paper, keeping his fear bottled up. On the first paper was his name and basic info, second page with a quick summary of what's happened, third page his basic backstory, and the last page a quick drawing on himself. He placed the papers together and went behind a group of boxes and waited.
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"Hello?" He perked up from his hiding spot, hearing the unfamiliar voice. "I-I've been seeing you from the window... a lot lately!" The small male crawled towards the door, hearing the pop of his joints. "I-I've looked you up online a-and... I think you're Travis... Travis Trades to be precise!" Travis breathed softly, tilting his head at the door. "Y-You've been in here for... so long, actually! You must've... been preserved here. I heard about what's happened here." He flinched, but he didn't know why. He lost track of time, keeping himself floating mindlessly in the attic. He saw the four papers and read them over and over again. He always wished to be that person. He guess he was that person he longed to be.
"You killed your best friends... just because of Schlatt... I'm sorry you had to do that." Travis turned to the four papers and responded with a small hum, crawling towards them and grabbing the second and fourth paper. Slowly, he turned to the door with his signature poker face. "What's your name?" The person almost seemed flabbergasted, the two falling into silence. "I... I guess you can call me Marc... Uh- Marc Niviline!" "That almost sounds like Nivison... Marc Niviline... cute."
