Night 63: Main Hallway 2-West

[monkeyboy]

[From here]

Bursting through the stairwell, the young boy ran into the hallway with the intention to beat on something, but the sound of the intercom froze Goku in place. That voice! He knew that voice better than anyone now. A stubby hand unsheathed his red staff, wide black eyes narrowing. It seemed to come from all around him and Goku had a hard time catching up as he spun around in a dizzying circle, threatening the empty darkness.

"Show yourself, you demon! Give me back my friend!" He sniffed the air, trying to find where he was, but Landel was nowhere to be smelled. He was like some kind of evil voice wizard.

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[skeletonenigma]

So then Japan did exist here, or at least wherever Yomi came from. One mystery solved, out of the pile very rapidly building up. One might call it progress, if one was in the habit of calling anything progress, which Skulduggery certainly wasn't. Not at this point in time.

If Skulduggery knew more about where he was, when he was, and what he might encounter on the way, he would have thanked Yomi and moved on himself. It would have gone against his better judgment, since she was clearly hurt. But she also seemed perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and that would have been all the excuse he needed. Now, though... as much as it pained Skulduggery to admit it, he didn't have any idea what was going on. He was standing in what appeared to be a prison hospital where bringing people back to life was as natural as dying. And he was standing there with working lungs and a beating heart, with the vague idea that he might be in an alternate reality without the Faceless Ones in it, with his powers reduced to practically nothing, wearing pajamas with smiley faces on them, and no one to complain to about that last fact.

Yomi, reluctant though she was and as physically drained as she seemed, was the only thing making any kind of sense so far. Besides, the former skeleton was hesitant about actually finding a reflection and seeing what he looked like. His face might not measure up to what he remembered, or it might not reach his incredibly high standards. Worse, he might not even be handsome. That was a blow his ego just couldn't take until he'd worked a few other things out.

Skulduggery paused for a moment, then followed her down the main hall. "Not such an excellent guide, perhaps," he amended his earlier statement. "Excellent guides don't abandon people halfway through the tour. I'd be insulted, if I thought you would treat anyone else any differently. And you still haven't told me where you're going."

[To here.]