EnderOni, Loop 4

Chapter Thirty-nine:

Wrong

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Unity tried so very hard to sneak around the mansion and get a hold of the situation that everyone was in. He took in that people were beginning to split up, but still all talk about survival as if it was the only thing they can achieve. Unity knew about the group outside, and he saw Sketch and Hwnt wondering around the basement.

He also saw Kyle. He couldn't look at the man long or else he'd start to have a heart attack. It wasn't that the death scared him, it was the fact that kyle was an innocent life that he had stolen. The blood was on his hands, or at least it was going to be and there was nothing he could do to stop that.

A thing about Unity, and even Onity, that important to note is that neither of them become depressed or lose confidence in themselves. They view things just the way they are, not allowing their own or other's opinions or judgments to mix with the truth. Well, most of the time. Unity knows he is smart and never thinks otherwise. Unity also knows he is doomed to become a murderer, and knows that because he cannot escape that fate, there is no real use denying it. He is very upset that this is his fate, but as time goes on, he feels more and more used to it. He does, however, want to help the people whom he will end up hurting. He wants to make sure they gain the happy ending they deserve.

Talking to Seto about it only made him realize then how wrong it was that all this stress was on him, a twelve year old child. Seto made him realize a lot of things. Seto was a very nice man, and Unity wished he could get to know him better.

Anyway,

They are the kind of person who looks at the problem and digs for the solution and then acts on it. If an act was their fault, they apologize, and move on if it can't be fixed. If it can, they will go out of their way to fix it. But this time, this isn't the case. Onity is not seeing the problem in his actions and Unity cannot move on from this problem that he cannot fix. This problem will resolve itself with time, which is the most painful solution to give. Unity is very patient and can wait years for things, however this situation was driving him insane.

If that made any sense.

There is another problem that Unity has noticed as he walks around the mansion.

The progression of events is altering greatly. People are doing actions sooner then they should be. He doesn't know the future, so has no clue what they should be doing, but he had a general idea. He was very fond of the magic of time, and this was a sudden change. Was it because he talked to Seto? Was that a bad idea? It's too late now. Unity is watching, following Seto as he looks for Onity. Unity also notices Tyler looking for something. Something he fears. Something he knows he will have to face in the future as well.

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Onity had found himself back in the mansion. He had new targets. Well, he was going to have new targets. He wasn't really looking for anyone in particular, he just walked around the mansion, knowing that eventually, he'd run into someone. He felt so much bloodlust, it was hard to keep a calm face, but he had to. He also wanted to enjoy the time in the silent hallways.

He was still upset about the game, and how that had not gone his way, but he took a deep breath. He had to face the facts and move on.

That's when he realized he'd forgotten to write Kyle's number.

Onity stopped walking, standing in the hallway, staring into the space ahead of him, suddenly in deep thought. He'd forgotten to write any number at all. That wAS HIS THING. That felt so wrong to forget it. He was even going to write the number fourteen this time too. How could this happen? Another thought popped into his head. Time was altering. The thought was random and he didn't know what to think of it. How so? Why? All he knew was that things, in that moment, felt different.

This was wrong.

"I-is that Ty?"

He heard voices from behind.

"TY!"

He heard footsteps that turned from walking to running. Towards him. Towards "Ty".

He realized another thing at that moment.

He didn't like being mistaken for Ty anymore. Ty wasn't his name and it didn't fit him and the man it belonged to did not have the same personality as him or the same interests as him. In fact, Onity and Ty were two very different people.

His name was Onity. Not OniTy or Oni Ty. His name was no longer a fusion, at least not to him, but a name all of it's own. A name that...that seemed very fimiliar to him as well. He didn't know why. It was the only name he could remember having, granted he did wake up on the floor of the mansion bleeding with no memory of his past at all. He was sure he had a name, but that name, he was sure, no longer existed.

He was sure.

"Ty! Are you okay!?" Said a voice he did not recognize. The footsteps stopped and Onity turned at last. He needed to focus on his new targets.

Hwnt and Sketch.

"Dude, what's wrong with your eye?" Sketch asked upon seeing the purple glow. "Is that what you've been keeping under all that hair?"

Hwnt got the message though. He stopped Sketch from approaching the man and stepped back. There was something about the man they called Ty that was off and Hwnt, normally pretty oblivous to things, could see it. He also used to hang out with Ty more then Sketch. He knew that the way Onity stood was different from the way Ty stood and the face that Onity made was different from the one Ty made, even when the face was the same. If this confuses you, everyone can have the same canvas, it's what they do with it, in this case their body language, that is different.

Onity wasn't even trying to act like Ty anymore. He was acting as himself.

"That's not Ty." Hwnt hissed to Sketch.

"And I have new guests. As the host, I do believe I should introduce myself." Onity said, shaking his negative thoughts away. He stretched his arms, and then held both his arms open from his side, his hands becoming claws and the skin darkening up to his elbow.

"My name's Onity."

Hwnt and Sketch stepped back, fear appearing on their faces. Those claws looked really dangerous.

"Heh, you wouldn't happen to own a key and lock system for hotels now do you?" Sketch awkwardly laughed.

"Sketch, shut up!" Hwnt pushed Sketch.

Onity wasn't sure how to respond at that, but then he got an idea. He noticed the doorway behind them. There was a door. A room. He grinned. With a zap in the air, he teleported them into that room. It was the room he'd killed Bodil in in the first loop, only the room was almost empty of furniture. The door was open, but with another movement of air and magic, the door slammed shut. There was the sound of a lock.

"I wouldn't say I run a business, but this place is sorta like a hotel, and it most definitely has a key and lock system that I control." He replied.

"Fuck!" Sketch suddenly jumped, running back to the door. He tried to open it. He tried to break it. Hwnt kept his eyes on Onity, although he wanted to join Sketch.

"So what are you going to do with us?" Hwnt asked, his heart pounding. "Kill us?"

Onity just shrugged. "That was the plan."

"W-What if," Sketch stuttered, his back on the door. "What if we made a deal?"

"Yeah! Dude, we just want to live!" Hwnt nodded his head. "You know what that's like, right? I assume."

Onity thought about it. Did he know what it was like to want to live? By what definition of living was this question using?

"I've already made my deal. It got broken." Onity replied. "It's not my fault he didn't believe me."

"He?" Sketch asked. "Look, I don't know what this guy thought, but hell, I'd believe anything you say if you let us go."

"You are all very shitty at compromising, you know that?" Onity asked, tilting his head.

"So that's a no?" Hwnt asked.

Onity stretched out his arms again, flexing his claws.

"It was worth the try."

And now the mood really set in. Onity stared at the two of them, his claws out, his eyes sharp and watching. Hwnt stepped back until he was side by side with Sketch. Onity began to walk towards them, and the two tried to hide behind each other in fear.

"Dammit, all I wanted to do was find Sub." Sketch hissed.

"He played me a lovely song once." Onity sighed, his eyes softening for only a second.

Sketch's eyes widen. The hand he had on Hwnt's shoulder turned to nails digging into skin, and Hwnt yelped, pushing Sketch aside.

"What did you say?" Sketch's fear almost seemed to disappear, but Hwnt could tell this was only a move he was making because he was sure it'd be his last. "You killed Sub!?"

Onity looked surprised, but then smiled. "Of course I have. More then once. I'm so happy he's mute."

There was a candle stick on one of the bookcases in the room. Sketch grabbed it quickly and then aimed for Onity's head. This attack seemed so similar. Sub and Sketch really had a lot in common. Onity wasn't falling for this again. His claw reached out and grabbed the other end of the candle stick before it hit him.

Hwnt turned to the door and tried to open it again. He kept looking back to see Sketch struggling to even land a hit on Onity. Onity allowed Sketch his candle stick, but only for a few swings. Onity roughly slammed Sketch back, and he fell to the floor with a loud thump. The candle stick made a loud ringing sound as it hit the floor.

Suddenly the door that Hwnt was putting his weight on opened, and he let go of the door handle. He was surprised, he was sure it was never going to open. He looked out into the hallway of the second floor to see someone all the way down the hallway, staring at him with confusion. Hwnt looked back from the hallway to the room, and he realized there was no saving Sketch. He had to leave Sketch.

Sketch saw Hwnt run from the room, his eyes then darting back up as Onity pulled him up, his claws holding him almost off the floor. Time seemed to pause as their eyes met, and Sketch spat at his face. Onity didn't flinch, but Sketch sure did a second later when he was pushed back.

And then pain. A terrible, tremendous amount of pain. Everything hurt. His vision blurred. He looked down to see a claw inside his gut, and blood. Blood pouring out of his side as the claw twisted and pulled out. His legs were weak, his head was weak, his insides felt numb but at the same time like they were screaming. And then, with tears in his eyes from the pain, he collapsed.

Onity heard someone walking in and stopped probably by the door. He turned, curious as to why Hwnt would return.

It wasn't Hwnt.

"You,"

It was Seto.

"I've been looking for you."

Onity stepped to the side, finding this to be an odd situation. No, this felt wrong. It felt wrong. Seto had been looking for him. But If he remembered, this Seto of this loop didn't know about him. Had Tyler spoken to Seto? There were not any rules anymore that people were following, of course. Onity also felt something different. Something about Seto made Onity only think of running. Run. Run and not kill. This Seto knew something that he didn't, and that sparked a tiny bit of fear into him.

Seto began to walk towards Onity. "We have to tal-"

"N-NO!" Onity flinched as Seto reached out for him.

Onity pictured a place in the mansion and teleported there, only to find that Seto had had his hand on his arm, and that ended up teleporting Seto with him. Onity jumped back, pushing Seto away.

"Get away from me!" Onity hissed, his voice cracking.

Before Seto could say anything else, Onity darted the other way, towards a turn in the hallway. Seto chased after him, finding himself on the first floor. He was suddenly alone in the hallway, Onity gone. Seto shook his head and began to teleport, for just seconds at a time, to multiple places in the mansion. He searched for Onity, finally finding him hiding in a hallway in the basement.

"Onity!" Seto shouted.

Onity flinched, realizing Seto was going to be much more trouble then he thought. He wanted to fight, he really wanted to use what he knew to protect himself, but something held him back. He just had to run. So he continued to run, Seto continuing to be right behind him.

"What are you doing, Seto." Unity asked himself, watching from around the corner of the hallway.

As the two older ones began to run off, Unity began to follow them.

"No no no no no!" Unity gasped. "This is all wrong!"

-...-

Tyler placed the journal down on the desk, his attention turning to the drawer that he'd pulled out. It wasn't empty, like the tons of others he'd find fruitless. Some had a small book or a few papers in it, but this was had more.

Tyler pulled out the papers that were scrambled over the top of everything else. He found a small bible stuffed next to a wooden box, and a few keys that had tags that noted what room they went too. One said room 203, one said the attic, one said the back door, but Tyler knew there wasn't a backdoor and there was no attic. He turned his attention to the box.

The box was medium in size and had a lock on it that was silver. He pulled it out to set it on the desk. He noticed that on the top of the wood, a message was carved into it, probably by the creator.

"For the end of times."

Tyler picked it up and looked around it to find there was nothing else written or carved on the box. He then played with the lock. It didn't open. He turned back to the drawer to shift through the stuff inside, wondering if he missed anything. He was stopped when he heard something fall off the desk and onto the floor.

Tyler jumped, turning to see his journal had fallen. That confused him, because he was sure he hadn't accidentally pushed it. The desk but have a slight angle to it, but it wasn't enough for things to go sliding off.

The journal did sometimes seem to have it's own way with things though.

Tyler picked it up only to notice something had fallen out of the back of it. He picked it up and stood back up. It was a key. Of course it was a key. He looked back at the book and placed it on the desk, flipping through it. He swore he saw more pages in it that had writing then the last time he looked. He already questioned what time line the book ran on, but now this was just ridiculous.

"Alrighty then." Tyler took a deep breath and turned to the box.

He used the small metal key with the lock, and with a turn, there was a click. The lock fell off and Tyler placed it to the side along with the key. He then carefully opened the box, worried it might slip from existence while in his hands. His breath nearly stopped.

Tyler found the gun.

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