Trapped

Chapter 10

Boris stood in the clearing, seeing Hope and two others he didn't recognize. A guy in a suit with a brown trenchcoat was standing there, looking at him. "Are you the wannabe Arthur?" Boris asked, raising his eyebrow. "What? No, my name's Smug." He looked at Boris, confused.

"Who's Arthur?" Smug asked, making Boris open his mouth in a gasp. "You don't know Arthur? Mr. Morgan?" Boris asked, sounding almost breathless. "No?" Smug gave him a look. Is this guy crazy? Or is this 'Arthur Morgan' a survivor too? "You're dead to me." Boris' voice deepened, making Smug back up slightly. "Oookay." Smug said, looking away.

"I'm Jeff." The man with shoulder length hair and a beard had said with a smile. He had a scar going down his right eye. "Woahh, what got ahold of you?" Boris asked, chuckling. Jeff couldn't help but crack a smile.

"You guys ready?" Smug asked. Hope nodded, stepping forward to burn a coin. "What's that?" Boris was the first one to ask. "It allows more chests to spawn." Hope said with a smile. "Thanks, I definitely need to get some free items." Smug said with a sight.

Boris opened his mouth but only for the coldness of the dark to silence it. He shivered involuntarily and began to look around. What is this? He tried squinting at something moving, getting a glimpse of orange but it disappeared so fast.

"Interesting~!" A voice deeper, chilling, and laced with malice had purred in his ear causing him to jump. "Hey now!" Boris raised his voice, his eyes darting from left to right. "You dare speak in my presence?" The voice boomed, making Boris cover his ears.

Then he felt something brush his shoulder, making a turn and shove the thing away. His hands went through a dark mass. Suddenly Boris started feeling cold and lost feeling in his hands, making him pull them close to his chest. "You're fun to play with, I may keep you." The voice chuckled, the coldness slowly fading away.

Boris looked up only to see corn in his face. "Lord Murphy's mustache." He breathed, looking up at a pig hanging from a tree. He turned and began walking until he ran into Hope, who was working on a generator.

"Hey Boris, help me with this." Hope asked and Boris walked over to her. "This looks easy." He said confidently. Hope only smirked when he turned the gear too quick and it blew up in his face. "Easy you said?" Hope asked, smirking. "Shut up." He gruffed, tilting his head in concentration.

Bing! Bong!

Hope grabbed Boris's hand and because running. "What is that?" Boris asked, running away from a tall, lanky man. He had a white cloth that had hardened white wax that had large amounts forming around the shoulders. He had on what looked to be a crudely made crown made of wax with a single flame at the very point.

"Run! Go do gens alright??" Hope told him, shoving him behind a corner and distracting the killer. Boris peaked out and watched the person chase after Hope, ringing his belt and seemed to vanish.

Boris groaned. An invisible killer? "So unfair." He whined, walked back to the gen that he was previously working on.

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"What do you mean, which side am I on?" Benedict asked, looking at Luna. "Are you a killer or survivor?" She gave him a look which made him silent. "Neither." He answered coldly, picking up the pace.

"Do you want to come back?" Luna asked. "I thought that was your last question?" Benedict asked, annoyed. "No, I don't." He answered after a few minutes of walking. "Here we are, kid." Benedict said, pointing at the fire that was burning in the distance.