After I had shut the door on Elizabeth, I went to find everyone. After meeting up, Bartholomew locked one of the doors. That's when Rowan walked in.

Rowan: "What's going on? Where's Elizabeth?"

Bartholomew: "She's gone, and so is everyone else."

The groundskeeper says as he begins to walk off.

Black Hat: "Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"

Bartholomew: "Away from here! This house is cursed with Negativity. If you had half a brain, you'd follow me."

Rowan: "Don't walk away from me! Where's Liz? Where's Bellamy?!"

Me: "Elizabeth is like what Bartholomew said: gone. But Bellamy..."

I looked down, avoiding his eyes. I knew Rowan already looked saddened,, but had no idea where Bellamy was, and I hated myself for it. I shouldn't have left him. Not here.

Husk: "I've spent twenty-five years working for Alastor. I'm not about to die for him! I'm outta here! And I'm taking all the booze! BITCH!"

I watch the cat walk away, leaving the house with most likely all the booze he could carry.

Niffty walked up to us.

Niffty: "I know things are far beyond your control right now, but that's for all of us here. I'll take my leave, and I advise you all to do the same. Goodbye everyone."

I wave Niffty goodbye as she zooms away, leaving us just like Husk. But Rowan only grew angry.

"I won't let my friends die in this Godforsaken house! And if you all are too much of a coward to do the same, you better leave before I kill you myself!"

He then turned to me.

"I expected more from you. Bellamy expected more from you."

I widened my eyes in shock and look away in shame, the Fallen Angel walking off. However, Black Hat was pissed off as he grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

"Now, hold on for a second! I've got more questions--"

Rowan: "Get your hands off me!"

Rowan ordered and walked off.

Black Hat: "What the hell is going on?!"

Black asked angrily as he chased after Rowan. I was holding my fist in shame as I rubbed my thumb against my knuckles. Was Rowan right? Did I fail Bellamy?

"Hey!"

I jump and turn around, hearing the voice of Elizabeth whisper to me and expecting to see her standing behind me... but all I saw was nothing. No one was there.

"Help!"

There it was again. Was I finally going crazy?

"Madness!"

I hear Rowan's voice in a distorted tone as I start to waver, holding my head in pain as the voices kept coming.

"You wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friends daughter from him."

"B-be caref-ful."

The area distorts and warps as I appear near one of the staircases in the manor.

"Now this evening is not about me, it's about you and the others!"

I seem to warp to one of the living rooms, the voices still coming.

"Can't w-we resolve th-this peacefully?"

"Life needs a bit of madness, eh?"

"Good to l-let out th-the demon every once i-in a wh-while, huh?"

"I'm not gonna just sit around and let you drag my partner off to most likely their death!"

I was suddenly warped inside the kitchen, staggering a bit.

"Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"A domain of evil this is... but in we must go."

"You first..."

I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs, letting some of my power flow out and shake the house as I was fed up with this.

"SHUT UP!"

I suddenly stopped warping, and the voices ceased which satisfied me. I took a few breathes and calmed down before turning to see an office. I walked inside and realized that it belonged to Black Hat.

I looked around to see evidence about the investigation spilled about, a big corkboard on the wall with pictures of everyone and other things as evidence. I then soon found the cracked picture of Rowan and pick it up, gazing at it.

Me: "He's been doing this the whole time...? How come I've never seen this place?"

Then I jump as I hear the voice of a familiar Fallen Angel.

"There you are! I need to ask you some questions--"

He stops as he sees everything in the office. He looks through the evidence, seeing pictures of everyone and some other things as papers and news articles.

Rowan: "What is this? Black's been keeping tabs on us?"

Me: "It's all the evidence he's found for the investigation, I guess."

He ignores me, though, as his anger seems to only grow.

Rowan: "He's been keeping tabs on me. And Elizabeth! He's the one who orchestrated all of this! HE DID THIS! BLACK HAT!"

He ran off to find Black Hat in an angry fit of rage, set out on finding some answers. I follow him as he heads up the stairs.

Rowan: "Where is he? He took them from me... He took my friends from me! He took... Liz. He took Bellamy! Where is he?"

Me: "Rowan, calm down!"

He ignored me as he searched room after room, his anger still growing as his broken halo glows brighter with his growing rage.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

He then turned to me.

"ARE YOU HIDING HIM FROM ME?!"

Me: "N-no! I don't know where he is!"

He growls as he checks another room.

"He can't hide forever. GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

He shouts as he pushes me aside, still trying to find Black Hat for answers. I turn to finally see Black Hat as Rowan walks up to him, pulling out his spear as Black summons a gun and aims it at the Fallen Angel.

"BLACK!"

Black Hat: "You better choose your next words carefully, White-Boy."

Rowan: "DON'T CALL ME THAT! THAT IS A TERRIBLE AND SUPER RACIAL SLUR!"

Black Hat: "Oh, you're one to talk, MUDERER!"

Thunder goes off outside as I begin to sweat from the intense atmosphere.

Rowan: "I didn't kill anybody! THIS IS MADNESS!"

Me: "Everyone, calm down! Put down your weapons!"

However, they only ignored me as if I didn't exist.

Black Hat: "Oh, you wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend's daughter from him. Madness is squeezing him and that sick blue pimp asshole for cash to fund your own sick sexual exploits with that very woman!"

"SHUT UP!"

I run in between the two, hoping that would get their attention so I could diffuse the situation.

Me: "STOP! PLEASE!"

They didn't listen.

Black Hat: "Madness is plotting the death of your first friend in Hell because you can't handle the--!"

Rowan screams as he thrusts his spear forward, intent on killing Black Hat with the holy weapon. Everything seems to slow down for me as I see the spear grow closer to Black Hat, inching towards his stomach to kill him. Then time resumes as normal as the spear hits its mark.

*SHINK!*

"Gah!"

I felt a painful sensation course through my body as I felt blood seeping from the stab wound, the spear lodged inside my stomach. I look down to see the weapon in my bleeding stomach, my hands covered in blood.

I look back up to look at Rowan who seems to have realized what he had done, his eyes widened in shock and fear.

Rowan: "No..."

He pulls it out in a hurry and throws the spear aside, but not knowing what to do anymore as blood gushes from the wound.

Black Hat: "You... you took the hit for me?"

Rowan: "Why...? Why?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

I weakly smile at them as blood starts to come from my mouth as well.

"My life is like a book... I'm the author of it... I write my own story... I do what I want... I chose... to save him..."

I chuckle a bit as some blood spits from my mouth.

"The end..."

And with that, I stagger over the railing and fall over, plummeting to the floor.

"No! Stop! I didn't mean to! I swear..."

And that was all I heard before everything went dark...

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And that, my readers, is the end of our tale. Never expected that, did ya? Now, I'm gonna head off to bed. Have a good day/night, y'all, and remember: Ļ̵̢̺̻͍̬̟̭͚̆̌̃̔̍͛̍̾͒͆̄̔̓͌̽̊͒͘̚̕ͅì̷̧̛͙̯̗͉̰̭̟̟͖̯̹͇͓͈͇͖̰̯̤͊̔̒̈́̔̾͑͑̾̐͂̂̚̕͝͠͝f̸̛̳̩̜̾̍̊̇̀̈́́̏́̿̃̀̈͌̓̚͝ͅę̵̨͕̞͓̪̳̮̙͉̮̼̻̰̭̰̻̭͍͔͉͑̇̉̾͌͗͊̈́̍̔̌̑͌̌́̽̓̿̂̕͠͝ͅ ̴̳͈͉̣͇͕̦̠̭̈́̄͂̒͐͝ï̷̖͇̘͍̩̣̟̞̬͍̒̓̏̑́̋̊͑̍͘͝s̶̛̙̩̜̜̞̀̉̒͛͗̀͊͗̍͐̎͜͠͝ ̵̧͙̻̘͚̪̗͍̖̺̝̗̳̀̇͊̈́̉̃̃̆ͅỳ̶̧̢̧̨̝͓̲̭̱̭̤͎͕͖̤͕̲̫̈́̀̃̄̈́̌̀͌͒̚͜͝͝o̶͍̪̭͎̜̺̱̱̦͓͍͌̄̾͛͆͛̓̿̏̾͘u̵̧̦̰̞̫̤̱̤͕̞͚̘̹͎̬̖̗͖̿̈́̃̋͆̌̉ͅṙ̶̨͈̭͇̻̯̪̖͐̋̊͂͒̓̏͋̄̏͛̒̀̏̊̈́͗͝͝s̸͔͎̹̖̣̘̟̖̯̟̞̦̫̤͎̑̏̈̿̀̓̐̉̓̔͂̆͋͋̃̀̀̀͌̀̍̚ ̸̥͖̯̅͌͂̿͆̆̈́̎̉̅͘̚͠t̶̛̞͇͍̞̖̞́͒̍͛̈́͒ơ̴̲̦̩̥̯̱̭̊͌̑̅͌̈́́̓̐̄̀͑͆͜ͅ ̷̢̧̡̡̨̡̺̘̞̳͖͕̜̲͙͋̄͑̃̀̏͂̈́͐̓̈́̀̿͗͒̽͋̽͝ç̴͈̖͙̹͚̜̩̫͌̏̀͝ḩ̶̧̢̨̡̘̥̗̝̮̟̞͔̬̙̖̓̃̌̿͊͜͜͜ͅȏ̴̢̨̧̤̥̻̺̣̹͖̗̻̳͚̬̝͓̲͈̦̊͛̚͝ͅo̷̡̨̡̡̰̤̯̖̰̻͉̞̦̠̭̽̂̓̎͗͆̐̈̿̒͒̓̓̔̾͋͘̚̕͝͠͝ş̶̱̝̟͍͓̟̺̀͋̓̾̐̔̕ĕ̷̡̯̳͔̥̬̤͓̠̗͕̬̬͎̭̠̈͗̆͛̓͋̎̏̎̔̿.̵̧̟̜̰̘̮̟͈̝̞̙̘̘͎͚̭͕͍̠̠̥̽̅͌̒̈̋̄̅̀̀̈̚̕.̵̡͇͎̳͇͎̪͇̺̩̭̹̾́̀͑̏̑̂̿̏͌̆̒́̿̿̚͠.̷̟̝̊̽̏̊̎͝ͅ

My heartbeat fills my ears as I stand to my feet, my head pounding as I look around the darkness around me.

"Where am I...? Didn't I... just die?"

Suddenly, Alastor's body fall to the ground in front of me, making me jump back in shock. But... his eyes... they were blacked out.

"It's not fair, is it?"

It asked me in a distorted version of Al's voice before vanishing again, and then two faces I never thought to see again stepped right in front of me.

Me: "B-Blue...? Elizabeth...? How...?"

They looked the same as they did before, when I last saw them, but Bellamy had a blue glow emitting from his body as Elizabeth had a red glow. Then Bellamy spoke to me, his voice echoing inside the darkness.

"He t-took everything f-from us. He tr-trapped us in h-here with h-his broken shel-ll and no w-way out."

Elizabeth: "It's true. This whole time I thought it was the house but... I never thought Dad would fall this far."

Bellamy: "And w-we played r-right into his h-hands. He'd b-been planning this f-or years and now that s-son-of-a-bitch i-is out there w-walking around in m-my body--!"

Elizabeth: "Uncle Bellamy, we can't do this right now."

Me: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on? Did Al... kill you?"

They both looked at each other, not giving me an answer. However, they didn't need to. I already had it.

Me: "He did... didn't he?"

Elizabeth: "Look, I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer everything right now. Just know that Dad took everything from us in his twisted quest for vengeance. But death doesn't mean the same here."

Me: "Wh-what?"

Bellamy: "Wh-what Liz means b-by that is... this d-doesn't have to be th-the e-end. You're trapped i-in here just l-like us, but y-your body..."

Me: "What about my body?"

Bellamy: "B-broken as it may b-be, it's st-still out there."

Elizabeth: "Dad's not the only one that can use this.... "Negative Zone" for his own benefit. The same way I brought you here is the same way that I can send you back."

Bellamy: "B-but you can't sur-survive on your o-own. You're d-dead, after all. R-Rowan saw to th-that."

Me: "Yeah, no kidding."

I say, remember the new hole I have in my stomach. And it ain't a bellybutton, either.

Elizabeth: "You can't blame him. Honestly, he's a good person. But... he's dangerous now."

Bellamy: "I kn-know this all s-sounds crazy. Honestly, I-I don't know wh-what the f-fuck is going o-on, either. But I kn-know that I tr-trust Liz... and you. And if y-you trust us... just... let me in."

They both flicker for a moment as I think about what they said. Al did all this?

Bellamy: "Let's f-fix this. Together."

Elizabeth: "We won't force this on you. You have a choice. Just know that this is the only way you can escape."

I pause for a moment. Do I wanna do this?

Yes. We do.

Me: "Let's do this. Let's take down Al."

Bellamy and Elizabeth smile at each other before they reach out their hands for me to shake.

"So... it's a deal, then?"

•••

(3rd Person POV)

Thunder crashes outside as Y/n's eyes fly open, breathing heavily as they move their head around. Everything was blurry and they could still feel the hole in their stomach, but the pain was gone.

Soon the blurriness faded as they slowly stood to their feet, looking around until they sees Rowan. They back away in instinct, but the Fallen Angel stops them.

"Oh no! No! It's okay."

He stands to his feet with a smile on his face as Y/n walks up to the Fallen Angel, noticing he held Bellamy's cane in his hand.

Rowan: "I-I thought you died. I-I-I mean, of course you didn't die! You're not... how could you be dead? I mean, I-I wouldn't have killed you. I-I didn't kill you."

Rowan stampers some more as he tries to find the right words, placing Bellamy's cane down as he tries to speak. However, he couldn't find the right words. His mind has been shattered at the sight of Y/n.

Rowna: "Of course! I didn't kill anybody! Heheheh... I didn't... It was all a joke!"

Rowan laughs as he gets the idea that everything that just happened was all a prank. Oh, how wrong he was.

Rowan: "Of course, it was all a joke! A sick prank! Were you in on it?"

Y/n?: "Rowan..."

They tried to say something, but Rowan cut them off.

"Did Alastor and Blue put you up to this? Of course they did! Blue, where are you, you knucklehead! Liz? Where are you? It's time to come out, now!"

He went off to find Bellamy and Elizabeth. However, he was talking to them the whole time... in a way.

Y/n turned to look at Bellamy's cane, hesitating to take it for a moment before they reach for it. As they do, their hand turns into a pure white female's hand, then into a slender light blue hand. Finally, it returns to Y/n's own gloved hand as they grab Bellamy's cane and grip it tightly.

They then loosened their grip on the cane as they looked over to a mirror, revealing their new looks. Their hair was darker that before and casted a menacing shadow over their now red and blue eyes. Their skin was a dull and withered gray and their clothes look slightly worn out as well. The cane had turned darker as well to fit into their new look, little horns growing at the top of the radio head.

They then cracks his neck, breaking the mirror he was looking at as well as static fuzz was shown through the cracks and red and blue lights shone through. They saw himself at their saddened state, but realized they wasn't the one who was sad. They was feeling Bellamy's sadness. And that pissed... them... off.

They walk away, leaving the manor as they has only one plan in mind: Kill Alastor. And they weren't alone. Oh no, thet had them with them. Y/n was gone. Night was what was left of them.

Alastor...

If you can hear me... us...

You better run...

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