(3rd Person)

The groups split into their assigned groups and head off. John, Fredrick, and Maria headed towards the stairs. Alex reluctantly left his boyfriend to go help Laf drag their other teammate, Peggy, away from the pop tarts. Eliza and Lara went straight to the security room. The scary-cats Burr and Hercules went to the elevator, closed the door, and stayed hidden on the bottom floor. Angelica, being the bad bitch, went alone. Samuel was too scared and stabbed himself.

"Okay, we need to go find somewhere to hide." Maria contemplated, looking around thoughtfully. "We should use the bathroom." She suggested.

"Nuh-uh, the bathroom is where the murderer corners the victim, says something about them breaking up, and then-" Fredrick cuts himself off when Maria and John glance at him weird. "What? I like horror." He huffed.

Meanwhile, Burr and Hercules were having tiny panic attacks. "We are gonna die in our dreams and wake up terrified and we're gonna die and wake up and DIE." Burr rambles. Hercules isn't too hot either.

"I haven't finished knitting that sweater for Misses Meow-Meow, and I won't see my baby again.." He sobbed, making a motion like he was knitting.

"PEGGY! WE NEED TO GO! SHOVE SOME OF THOSE POP TARTS IN YO BRA AND COME ON!" An impatient Alexander screeched. Peggy followed his instructions, and she looked like a middle-schooler who tried to stuff her bra with cardboard.

Alex and her started arguing over pop tarts, when Laf let out a choking sound from behind them. They turned around to see Laf on the floor, blood pooling out of his neck, and a mysterious black figure sprinting down the hall. They bid Laf a tearful goodbye, not used to people they know dying in front of them.

Angelica The Bad Bitch™ was currently turning her room into a fort. She heard light footsteps running through the hall, and she poked her head out to see a man in all black run past her. He turned and looked straight at her, and she froze in horror.

  The man's mouth looked like it had been carved into his face. No teeth, no tongue. She jumped out holding a butter knife. "You don't scare me!" She taunted. 5 seconds later, she lay on the floor with blood streaming out of a bullet hole in her chest.

Eliza and Lara watched the security videos closely. But it was hard, since there were over 50 hallway and stairway cameras to check. Lara gasped, pulling Eliza to the screen she was looking at. They saw Angelica and a strange man confront each other. Then, the man pulled out a gun and shot Angelica. "Damn. Poor A." Eliza sighed. She checked the north-west elevator camera. It was still on the first floor. Burr and Hercules were hugging their knees, rocking back and forth and sobbing. The elevator started to move up randomly, and they both let out gasp-sobs and Burr fell onto his side. They checked the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Eliza whispered. A blood splat was in the corner of the camera's view. An arm was in part of it, but the body and head were cut off. They checked the hall near it. "Poor baguette.." Lara whispered sadly. Laf lay on the floor with blood pooling out of his neck.

Laf's POV

I was a ghost now, I guess. I walked over to the elevator where Hercules was. Right before I walked through the doors, I saw the man who stabbed me walking towards the doors with a wrench to pry the doors open. I quickly stepped in and used a tiny rock to push the 'up' button. Burr and Hercules let out small wails as it moved. I sat down next to Herc, wrapping my arms around his body lovingly and kissing his face. "My pauvre, pauvre bébé." I whispered. "C'est juste un rêve." I assured him, but he couldn't hear me.

3rd Person

At the end of the night, these were every one's stats.

John: Lived. No injury.

Alex: Lived. Sprained ankle.

Laf: Died. Neck injury.

Burr: Lived. Stayed in elevator all night.

Fredrick: Lived. No injury.

Hercules: Lived. Stayed in elevator.

Lara: Lived. His in bathroom for half of the night.

Peggy: Died. Choked on pop tart.

Maria: Lived. No injury.

Samuel: Died. Stress suicide.

Eliza: Died. Security room attacked.

Angelica: Died. Shot in chest.