A Reception with Corpses

Warning: Disturbing Content

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Dear,

Neon

Bear

Sky

Grim

Rose

Lev

Sonia

Logan

Soul

Error

Kal

You Are Cordially Invited To The Nex         di     

D                 i             E

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Chapter 8: Soulless

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Alone within the nexus, the only man and person seen for miles. Logan was missing, Soul cursed himself for even deciding to split up. Yea, the school was big with its empty wooden floorboard hallways, but only a few places to really go. Rest is just quiet large spaces.

Shuffling along, corridor after corridor, Soul stopped. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out the piece of paper. The sliver of a little white doll.

"So much trouble for a harmless charm," Soul spoke to it, inspecting it from front to back. How wrong he was. Tossing the paper away, he began to stroll. Endless lifeless twisting hallways.

They could cause insanity if one is left in the dark for far too long.

Bang.

A shot rang out, killing the silence. Once again stillness swallowed the sound. What seemed like eternity was mere moments, laughter. Lots of it. Someone was giggling as if they heard a funny joke, watched a hilarious movie.

"What are you looking at?"

Soul was startled by the sudden female voice. "Oh it's only you. Wait, how are you here?"

"That doesn't matter Soul, the point is I'm here. What are you looking at? Or for?"

"I heard a gunshot," replies Soul.

"Really? I didn't. I wonder if it was aimed for Elodie's head."

Soul swallowed hard, reeling on his thoughts. There's no way in hell that she tumbled into this purgatory with him.

"Why would you even say something like that?" Soul barked.

The killers eyes lit up, her face contorting into a sick grin. She rolled a needle in between her index finger and thumb.

"Because Soul, I know what she means to you. You violate our laws, Soul. Hell, even Sky did. Now they'll never know of her. Just like yours."

"W-what are you talking about?" denying it with his very being, Soul quickly started to back peddle; tripping over a loose floorboard.

"You know that piece of the doll you just threw away? Well, I'm going to make you a new one!" she laughed hauntingly.

Soul didn't have time to retort, just a split second to send out a blood curdling scream. The killer stabbed the needle deep into his throat, pulling thread through. Stitching it closed, Soul choked on lack of air to his lungs.

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All finished!

The killer sat next to Soul's body, it was now stitched up. A bloody heart on his chest, presumably Sonia's. His mouth will no longer open; organs replaced with white fluffy cotton, stuffed like a cuddly teddy. A string was on his back, the killer pulled it.

"Soulodie is dead," a distorted voice box began to repeat. Continuously.

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