Troubled pasts (a Horrorlust story)

The picture

??? POV
As I ran back upstairs and to my room I noticed that he wasn't running towards me, but I wasn't gonna trust my gut feeling, I ran in and barricaded the door with my table and hid under it cowering in fear, I knew people were sick, but he is just despicable. "No horror, you're not meant to be scared of anything, remember what nightmare told you "kill no matter what" this person is no different than anyone else" I say to myself repeatedly to calm myself down, maybe just maybe I could try and figure out his weakness.

Lusts POV
I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was that terrifying night guard, what if he's following me? What if he's outside? What if he's behind me?! As I frantically look in every part of the room, my breathing speeds up, "oh god what if he's listening to me?!" "He's gonna kill me!" "He's after me!" I slowly feel myself start to black out. "He's gonna...he's gonna....he...he's..." I feel my body give up on itself and I felt myself pass out.

*the next day*

Horrors POV
Despite what Dave told me about that cleaner guy, he was terrified when he saw me, it was probably a trick, Dave said that he was sneaky. I decided to load up the cameras and look for the skeleton so I can see what I'm up against, I spotted him cleaning one of the corridors with a mop, as he moves around I turned  the camera to his direction, he looked nervous, almost on the verge of panicking, was he aware that I was watching? I saw him pull out a small photo from his pocket, he kissed it and put it back in his jacket.

Lusts POV
As I was mopping a random corridor I heard a noise, it sounded like something was activating, I looked around me, there was nobody here, as I move around I hear that sound again, I started to shiver, I felt like someone was watching me. I was right. I spotted a camera in the ceiling.

"Ugh, very funny Dave" I said sarcastically, I started to get annoyed as it kept on following me, so I walked to a different corridor.

Horrors POV
Shit, well at least he didn't know it was me. But as he walked away I saw the photo fall out of his pocket, I felt kinda bad because it looked like something he couldn't live without. Then I saw Dave walk down the corridor, he's got no hope of getting it back now, anything he sees he takes, especially if it's about one of his workers.

Daves POV
As I walked around the facility I swear I heard someone call my name, probably that gay cleaner, but when I went to the source of the sound I saw something on the floor, I went over and picked it up, it was a photo of the cleaner and some other skeletons that look similar to him. Wait, since I already have dirt on horror in case he betrays me, I might be able to find out some information about him off of this, let's just hope he's as fucked up as horror so I can use some evidence against him if he tries to expose me.

*later that night*

Horrors POV
While I was walking around the corridors doing my nightly duties I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong when I approached the door that led to the cleaners bedroom, I peeked through the window, trying to not let my red eye shine through and I saw him crying his eyes out, "that photo must've meant a lot to him" at that moment I was hit with something I thought I'd never get hit with again, guilt, I didn't have guilt ever since my first kill. I felt like I should've done something. I tried to go back to my room to block out this feeling but Dave approached me.

"Hey hole-head, I've got a job for you" he said in a cold tone.

"it better not be to execute one of your debtors, you know what happened last time" I responded in a somewhat snarky tone.

"No, take a look at this photo, see if you can find any information on that guy" he points at the cleaner in the photo "his name is Liam Desire, see if you can find out anything about him"

I nodded my head and walked back to my room, thankfully I was the only one who had access to a good computer, because I forgot my password I had to hack my way in every time, but I was pretty good at it, nightmare taught me well-...

Third person POV
Horror started to think about nightmare, all the memories came flooding back, he froze as he heard the voices of his past.

"Welcome to the family, horror"

"We're gonna raid here"

"You're late"

"Sorry buddy but you're on your own"

"There he is!"

"I didn't do it, I swear-

Horror bashed his head off the table and threw a glass at the wall, shattering all over the floor upon impact. "Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths" he said repeatedly, it soon managed to calm horror down, he looked at the group photo of skeletons, he analysed the background and saw a sign in the distance, horror squinted his eyes but that didn't help, he dug into his pocket and put on some black circular glasses, he managed to make out some of the words, he said them out loud repeatedly to see if he knew anything about it.

"Pink...est...lub...Pink...est...lub" "what does this mean?" "Pink...est" "pinkest?"

Horror typed in the words he could make out on the computer to see if it gave him any clues, the thing that came up the most was "Pink Nest Nightclub" he decided to type that in and saw a clearer picture of the sign than the one in the photo, it was a perfect match. He looked back at lusts picture and stared at the costumes that they were wearing, they were all wearing similar different coloured burlesque outfits"he must've worked there or something"

He found himself staring at the cleaner, who was wearing a purple outfit, horror was mesmerised by the way the glitter in his eyes shined in the photo, he looked like a god, horror had never felt so enamoured in his life, he looked so happy in the photo, yet so sad in real life, horror felt this desire to know what made him so sad now-"horror! Focus!" He yelled out, that seemed to snap himself back into reality. When horror went onto the club's website it said this.

Pink Nest Nightclub
Home
About
Staff
Book a table
Events

Horrors POV
I assumed that staff was the first place to look if I wanted to find out some information about the guy, I don't understand why he gave this up, it seems a helluva lot better than here, I typed in his name in the search bar, but there was no information, no pictures, nothing, all that was there was just a simple plain text saying.

"Liam Desire was the stage name for dancer Lust Violet, who sadly passed away on December 22nd."

December 22nd? But that was two weeks ago, and if he's dead then who's the guy I'm afraid of?! I exited the website and searched Lust Violet and the only thing that was there was a link that sent me to a video that was uploaded the day of his 'death'

*in the video*

Newscaster: I am here outside of The Pink Nest Nightclub where the murder took place, a few hours ago a worker walked in and discovered the dead body of the clubs owner, Fell Edglord, according to security camera footage he was apparently shot dead by another worker who goes by the name of Lust Violet, a fellow friend of lust, who requested to be un-named, came forward and said that it was due to years of physical and sexual abuse, however when the police arrived to question the culprit, Lust was nowhere to be found, and there have been no signs of his current whereabouts.

The video ended.

Third person POV
Horror didn't know what to do, he was filled with questions, he wanted to give that photo back to lust, but if he wanted his questions to be answered, the he'd have to do the one thing he promised himself not to do.

Face his fears and talk to the cleaner.