A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Footsteps sounded down the hall leading to the room. They were light and careful. Possibly, they could belong to the creature, but a feeling in him said otherwise, which meant ... The group ... All of them found the cave! Pain shot up through him when he somewhat jumped on his chair in excitement. A loud groan left his lips, but it came out scratchy. It was obvious that his throat was incredibly sore and dry. Water certainly would do him well.

He gulped at the thought, but he winced too from the simple action. It felt like the creature had taken its nails and run them up and down his esophagus. Oliver, though, had to remind himself that the creature could've changed its footsteps in order to mess with him. The thing physically had tortured him; mental torture wasn't exactly out of the picture either. Rather, the creature loved to surprise its victims only to watch them writhe in agony.

Slowly, he lifted his head up, though, when he heard a rock hit the floor of the pit which he was in. He looked over in that direction as best as he could. Oliver didn't bother with asking who it was. Even if he wanted to, his throat didn't allow much to pass from his lips. Another rock collided with the floor before he heard something heavier meet it.

"Ouch!" he heard, and his mind completely awoke again. That voice didn't belong to the creature, but he oddly did hear other footfalls, more like the creature's and other movement in the room that seemed to be farther from him as well as above him. His brows furrowed at the strange sounds before his ears noticed the other footsteps again.

"T-Terr-y?" Oliver managed to croak out.

"Little Ol?!" she answered back, her voice its usual energetic one. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would've sighed at the name, but he settled to mentally roll his eyes. "You're alive!" She took cautious steps forward. He tried to answer, but she cut him off. "Oh, don't worry about responding to that." Oliver could imagine her waving her hand dismissively while her light purple curls bounced around her head. "You need to save your energy. But," her footsteps paused, "where are you in here, and where are we?"

"A ..." She moved closer to him as he spoke. "P-P-Pit ..." Gathering what moisture he could from his mouth, he forced himself to swallow. His throat protested every step of the way, but he was able to add, "How d-did you get ... d-down h-here?"

Reaching him, her hands rested on his. Oliver couldn't help but take a sharp breath when her left hand rested on his right. That breath felt like he was breathing in sandpaper and needles. Instantly, Terry retracted her left hand. Even in the darkness, she probably attempted to stare at what she touched. "Are you bleeding?" she asked before she wiped her hand off on his left leg. How considerate.

Again, she cut him off before he could get in a word. "Never mind. You probably are." She moved again and ran her hand across his left arm to wipe off more of the crimson. Terry stopped behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. "But, I got down here from pure luck." A light, worried giggle parted from her. He could feel her hands shaking. Probably despite her casual tone, she most likely was just as terrified as him even though the creature was so close to her. Either that or she actually was excited, but where was Leon and Gretchen? And, what about those strange sounds earlier?

Squeezing his shoulders some and causing him to wince a little, Terry released a sigh. She rested her forehead on his left shoulder. "I can't tell you how lucky I was," she mumbled out as the movement of her lips tickled his skin when she situated them close to his neck. Honestly, he thought that he'd never feel a delicate movement again after the long hours with the creature. A parched croak parted from him as a question failed to form.

"Gretchen ... Leon ... They're ..." Another sigh escaped her, this one longer and more sorrowful. "Their screams ... Did you ..." Barely, he shook his head. No such sounds had reached him. Then again, he was deep in the cave system, and he was fading with regards to energy. It didn't help that his wounds still were bleeding, and they probably would for awhile without proper care.

"Well, you were lucky ... Oh ..." She stood up a little. "Never mind." Walking around him again, she gently rested her hands now on his until she glided her fingers to his wrists to find the rope there. "We need to get out."

That, he wasn't expecting. "Wh-What abo-about ..."

"Oh." She giggled that girlish laugh of hers. "I'm still getting my lover. It won't get away." Terry raised her right hand and patted him on the head lightly. "I'll need your help to move it after I clean you up." Pulling her hand away, she added, "Besides, we can't let Leon and Gretchen down. We have to do this for them!" Instantly, she quieted herself, and he could imagine her glancing around in concern to see if the creature had heard her. "Phew," she breathed out. "That was close."

"I ..." Oliver forced himself to swallow once more. If he still could cry, some tears would've formed in the corners of his eyes from the torture of the mere action. "I heard ... ste-steps ... n-not y-yours." A complete sentence refused to leave him, and he really wished to dive into the snow outside, both to numb his body and hydrate his mouth and throat.

"What?!" she whisper-yelled. Her hands wrapped around his roped wrists in a tighter manner. A dreadful jolt of suffering raced through his body. "Ah, sorry!" she whispered again. "Look if it was here or is nearby, we need to hurry. Just don't worry about those footsteps right now." Oliver was about to say more, but she pressed a finger to his cracked lips. "Again, don't worry about it." She waited until he steadily nodded his head. An invisible grin to him graced her lips. "Good."

Beginning to untie the ropes around his wrists, she tried to be careful of his wounds. "But and if you can, I need to know what you know." His silence and lack of movement made her continue. "About (f/n) and Nick. We can use it against the creature to capture it." Terry paused when he immediately didn't answer or try to at the least. "Did you already tell it what you know?!" she asked with complete distress.

Gradually, he shook his head. A sigh of relief left her. "Phew. You had me worried, little Ol." Honestly, he'd have to tell her not to use that name once they got out of the caves ... if they got out. With Gretchen and Leon both ... dead, their chances of living through presumably the night weren't in their favor at all. "But, tell me if you can so that we both can hold it captive with that info."

"I ... I-It ..." Oliver wanted to cough, but it hurt too much to do so. In response, another tortuous swallow followed. "It won't ... It'll ..." He wished that there was some light in the room so that his eyes could do some of the talking. Since they didn't have sight, he reached out and grabbed her right forearm with his left hand once she had it untied. His body shook from the pain of the action, but he wanted to communicate to her that it was pointless.

"Oliver." She rested her other hand over his. "Just tell me." Terry released a giggle, which he assumed was meant be comforting. "We have to be positive, right?!" A girlish giggle parted from her now. "We're still going to get the creature and have it all to ourselves." The young girl proceeded to pat his hand gently. "Besides, the more I know about this all, the better." Her hand gave his a light squeeze. "Let's be on the same page. Where's (f/n)?"

"..." Her hand remained around his in a reassuring manner, but he didn't want the creature to overhear them accidentally. Still, she did have a point. If she knew what he did, one of them, most likely her, would get out alive. That was better than none of them making it out. Terry's chances of survival were higher than his, and she might be able to find a way to convince the creature to listen where he couldn't. Again, the odds of success were low, but they didn't have too many other options at the present point.

"Fall ... Fa-Faller's ..." Terry laid his arm gently back down on the armrest. She ran her left hand up his arm in a soothing motion. It hurt, but it also felt calming and nice after everything. A parched, quiet sigh escaped him. "... Gr-Grove."

Neither of them could move a muscle before they heard an all too familiar giggle resonate throughout the room. "Well, isn't that good to know." Terry jumped, and Oliver felt his heart skip a beat out of pure fear, especially since his body recalled in an instant all of the injuries the thing had given him.

"You know; I thought that I'd leave. Let you two have your bonding moment." Another giggle escaped it, and Oliver couldn't see the grin of absolute bliss spreading across Terry's lips. "But, I decided to stay. After all, I found a better way to handle my anger." It giggled again. "That being seeing if I could find out anything more from you both about (f/n) while you thought that you were alone." Oliver thought that he just might pass out then and there.

Stretching across the creature's lips, a large grin formed. "See Oliver!" It giggled once more. "I told you that I would find out the information when I wanted to." The creature tsked mockingly. "And, you thought that I wouldn't." Unbeknownst to both of them, though, the creature was grinning for another reason too. Finally, it could commit the last act for the evening. "Well, you now just know how wrong you were." Its tone lowered to a deadly one, and giggles left it in a way to cause chills in even the dead.