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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[pullstring]

Baffled, Woody could only follow after the pipsqueak, hoping that he didn't blunder right into the middle of a giant monster attack. More importantly, though, did he just say something about someone dying!?

"Hey, hold up a second--!"

But they were interrupted by the intercom, which immediately sent the kid into a rage. Between some of the static and the child's yelling, he couldn't make out as much of the message as he would have liked. But there was something about Doyleton, an idiot named Snow (Snow? What kind of name was that?), and a mess in the Entry Room.

"Landel isn't here," he cut in, doing his best not to sound too annoyed. The kid probably just didn't know any better. And if someone had sewn a bunch of monkey parts onto him, maybe he wasn't entirely sane, either. The kid probably couldn't even help himself.

"Why don't you tell me more about your friend?" Woody added, quieter this time, so he could give the boy something more productive to focus on. "Are you sure she's...actually dead?"

He hated that the words even had to leave his mouth, but there was no getting around it right then.

[skeletonenigma]

[From here.]

And that was another thing, Skulduggery realized as he reached the top of the stairs. He had muscles, and they were aching after a short climb up one floor. Frankly, it was rather pathetic, not to mention painful.

His breathing was speeding up without permission, and Skulduggery paused for a moment to give himself time to get it back under control. Slow, deep breaths, just like for meditation. At least he could disguise the brief rest as waiting for the woman to join him. He would have offered his help up the stairs, but she didn't seem to respond well to offers of help.