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This chapter contains vulgar language, abuse and slight gore, Be prepared!

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Your breathing hitched immediately, only a high, soft squeak came from your mouth as you heard the familiar click. The 'click' sound heard when something opens, when you've got the right code. The sound heard when you've finally retrieved something important.

You breathlessly looked up, facing Hoodie who stood there in complete silence. Your head turned towards the masked killer, whose mask was only focused on the box. You wondered whether they had heard the click too. But it was best not to wait any longer. You've felt what they could do to you when angered or impatient.

Without any more hesitation, you moved your hand over towards the small metal box. Even though you were certain you had heard the click, you were still extremely nervous. Your heartbeat was felt in your fingers as you tried to keep it steady from the uncontrollably shaking.

You knew you had heard the click. It was the right code; it had to be the right code... What if you had imagined it? What if there never was a click after all? Argh! You needed to stop thinking like that. It would only cost you time, time which you simply didn't have.

Masky was impatient and you yourself too. You needed to open the box quickly. There was only one way to find out whether the code was right. You slowly touched the box carefully, your finger placed on the small knob which had to be pushed in order to open the box.

When you applied pressure to the small, black knob, it indeed was pushed forward. A wave of relief washed over you as you let out a soft sigh. It opened... While a few drips of sweat were rolling off of your forehead you pushed the knob even further, until it couldn't be pushed anymore.

Another small' click' was heard and you saw the cover of the box slightly popping up, leaving one deep and black slit indicating that it was open. It was open. IT WAS OPEN. The thing which had caused you tons of troubles. The thing which got you kidnapped and tortured in the first place.

The reason why Lola was dead and your friends captured.

It opened.

All the tension flooded from your body as if you were bleeding. All the horror, the fear and the uncertainty got smacked away with one single blow. You felt your whole body getting all warm and fuzzy inside as your eyesight became blurry.

You wanted to cry of happiness. You wanted to get on your bare knees and thank the god above for giving you this hint. The box had opened and your friends would be freed. You did it... You did it all. You had sacrificed yourself for a greater good.

"Is it open?" The dark and menacing voice of the hooded man brought you back to reality. You furrowed your eyebrows out of confusion as you looked at the hooded man across the table. Of course it was open, didn't he hear the click? Can't he see?

And then it had hit you. A gruesome chill ran over your spine as you felt the blood retreating from your face. All the relief and lack of tension felt were washed away as snow melting in the sun. The box opened... But they don't need the box do they?

The fucking blueprint!

They need the fucking blueprint. The box is totally useless to them. Yes, you had opened it. Yes, you finally had cracked the code they longed for so much but you had no idea whatever was in it. What is Lola's father already took it out of the box? Leaving it there to give these killers false hope?

Your concentration immediately returned to your body as you stared at the box again. It's open. It's indeed open but you don't know what's inside. With a heavy heart your fingers had pried themselves in between the cover and the box. What if it wasn't in there?

You couldn't even look as you opened the box completely, revealing whatever was inside to both of the killers. After a few seconds though, you had opened your eyes, wondering why they were both so quiet. You wanted it all to be just over. To just go back to Jeff's room and spend eternity of darkness with the smiley killer.

Better than spending eternity with them.

Your eyes immediately shifted towards the box, peering inside and praying that the blueprint was in it. When you looked closer you saw a small, rolled up paper lying in the middle of the box, surrounded by smaller boxes. That had to be the blueprint.

From the size and shape, it sure looked like it. However you couldn't really know for certain, unless you had seen the thing. Unless you had seen the construction of the weapon on the paper, it still could be anything. Tilting your head a little you reached inside, before you were stopped by a loud voice:

"Stop it, you idiot!" Your hand retreated quickly, staring at the masked man in pure shock. You weren't allowed to touch the paper? Maybe because they wanted to know for sure it was the blueprint and if it was, you could be a danger towards it. You could be a danger towards them.

"The thing is surrounded by ink bombs, one wrong move and the whole box will be covered in black." Masky snorted, shoving the box to the side where he was standing and placing his hammer down. You could only stare as this impulsive maniac reached inside the box with a body control you would have never expected him to have.

You were staring in shock, almost being able to feel his nerves as his hand grabbed the roll of paper and slowly and steadily lifted it out of the box, making it seem like a very cruel and high level game of Operation. It was then it all clicked in your head. That's why they never opened it with force.

You peered inside another time as Masky had placed the roll of paper onto the table safely. You saw more tiny boxes surrounding the lock and you knew why that was. If they somehow managed to force the lock the ink bomb would explode, causing it to destroy the blueprint.

It is a safety measure banks also take if the bank gets robbed. They give the robber all the money, including the one secured by an ink bomb. If this one explodes not only the money will be totally useless, but the robber will also be covered in ink, making it easier for the police to find him.

It was a really smart move to make. You were wondering why they hadn't forced the lock or just plainly rammed the small vault open, but it all made sense now. This is why you were so important. They cannot afford for the blueprint to get damaged.

Your gaze turned towards Masky and now also Hoodie, who had joined his companion. Masky was busy getting the small rope off of the blueprint. Once it was released they rolled out the paper onto the table. You didn't want to stare at it completely, afraid that one of them would scold you for it.

But you couldn't help your curiosity.

You indeed saw that it was the blueprint, together with all the instructions and the picture of a massive weapon on it. A sigh of relief escaped your throat as your eyes focused on the small paper. It was the blueprint. All the efforts you had gone through, everything you did for your friends hadn't been in vain. It is the blueprint they desperately wanted, the blueprint which could end and save lives.

Without even noticing you stared at the paper, taking in every detail and memorizing them for some reason. It kind of looked like a giant machine gun, but you knew that it would be far more complicated than you thought. You saw where the screws needed to be placed, what exactly the bullets were made of... You also saw- SLAM

With a loud yelp you nearly jumped ten feet into the air. Masky had slammed his hands on the table, startling you and getting your attention off of the blueprint. You saw Hoodie covering parts of the paper with his hands, while his hood was facing you.

Your heart began to race as you suddenly felt very warm. You swallowed slowly, your eyes shifting from the hooded man towards the masked man and back. You felt as if you were cheating on a test and the teacher had just caught you peeking at your neighbor's paper.

You were waiting for the consequences.

"I think it's time for our guest to leave." The hooded man spoke, his hood still facing you and you knew that he was staring. Staring at you and staring at the blueprint. He knew damn well that you had peeked at it, seen crucial information for the elimination of the Creepypasta's.

At least if the weapon would work.

"Ah, how could I forget? Shall I escort you back towards your prince, princess?" Masky nearly chuckled at his smart remark as he pushed himself away from the table. You had no idea how fast you had to get up. You'd rather get lost again in the maze then to let him guide you.

You knew that he would kill you on the way.

"I'll be fine by myself." You answered a little shakily, the throbbing pain felt in your hand increasing with each move you made. Even standing up proved to be difficult. However Masky had whole other ideas in stock for you as he already walked over to the door.

"Oh don't worry, it were orders from the prince himself." You bit your lip as you thought about it. Of course Jeff would demand that after what had happened but... You never knew for sure if Masky would keep to it. Why should he? He doesn't owe Jeff anything, right?

Your eyes traveled across the room. You noticed that Hoodie was still looking at you, his hood raised into the air while his companion was tapping his fingers against the door impatiently. They wanted you out of this room as quickly as possible. You already saw too much.

Maybe that's why he wanted to escort you back? To make sure no one of the way would know about this crucial information. He would keep an eye on you every single second until Jeff would take over. A safety measure for something which seems to be too unlikely to happen... But still not worth the risk.

With slight hesitation you stepped forwards towards the door. Jeff will protect you, he always did... Well his ways of protecting you. He would never allow Masky to kill you... But it'll be too late if he really does it. You casted your eyes onto the masked man and then towards the hooded man again.

You'd rather have him along than that insane freak. Correction, they are both mentally insane as hell, but the other one doesn't show it too well. Masky will kill you if he's angered; Hoodie has to have a whole other reason to do it.

"Well? Are you coming or what?!" You mentally flinched as Masky was waiting by the door. You knew why they wanted you out of this room so quickly. You had seen too much and in order to protect the blueprint and their own lives, they needed you out of the way.

Oh man, that's a scary thought.

While slightly trembling you walked towards Masky and the door. You didn't want to follow him, but the constant and annoying pain felt in your broken sack of bones, aka hand, reminded you what Masky could do. What he would do if you disobeyed him.

He was actually kind of similar to Jeff on certain points... That is if you don't count the whole obsession thing and stuff. You couldn't help but to notice the pain felt in one of your legs. It wasn't that you couldn't walk because of it, or as excruciating as your hand but...

Painful enough to make you grimace each time you took a step. It reminded you of the head wound you had and you raised your hand in order to touch the painful spot. The blood had already dried up almost completely; you could trail it down towards your chin.

Once you had arrived to the door Masky opened it, you stepped outside while glaring at the masked man from the corner of your eye. It could be a trap. He could've just said it all in order to get you outside, in order to kill you here because you had seen too much...

But that wasn't very logical. You noticed how he didn't carry his hammer with him and besides, if he really would want to kill you then why not in front of his companion? Why, if the reason really is the blueprint, could he not just slash your throat in that room?

You heard the door closing slowly and you turned around to face the masked man, still slightly shaking on your feet as your body was now completely engulfed in darkness. It caressed your skin before giving a harsh slap of cold against it. Time after time.

You hated this place.

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Yes, this is the real update!

Alright people I think I do owe you some explanation.

Tomorrow I will update all chapters. Notice I say 'All' chapters. It's because I won't only post the decision chapter(s), I have one more surprise for you in stock which is why, it takes so long. You'll know what the surprise is after I've updated.

I just do this chapter to get you in the mood, to give you a little taste already. (Or to keep you satisfied.)

As my darling readers have said:

"It takes long, so it's going to be real good!"

Yes it actually is going to be real good. In those few chapters so many things will happen and it will be crucial for the rest of the story. I'm even excited myself to update, yet there are still a few finishing touches I need to apply.

I'll delete the 'fake' update once I've posted them all tomorrow xD

Hope I've informed you all enough and above all I hope you'll be able to wait one day longer!

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