Death’s stench infused the library, from the dustiest crevice to the filthiest panel on the tremendous glass ceiling. The swivel ladders lay helter-skelter across the lengthy ‘walls’, which were simply monumental bookshelves whose cedar planks caused the screams to echo even five minutes after the deed was done. It was the corpse of Maddox. 

Judas was using one of the ladders to collect books; they had created eight stacks of six and one of two, creating a grand total of 50.

“It’s about time,” Judas jumped at the sudden remark. They drew one more book from its shelf, carefully creeped down the ladder and evened out the stack of two with its brethren. Tillstrom handed them the bottom book from the first stack.

“No worries,” Tillstrom pushed Judas’ shoulder. They fell over, taking two book piles with them. “I’ll handle this.”

Tillstrom picked up the book (Andrew Klavan’s Another Kingdom). Tillstrom looked as if they were reading the book and - perhaps this was what bothered Judas most - found it quite boring. In no time at all, Another Kingdom was K and City of Ashes was soon to be I.

“Clear a part of the book shelf and start arranging these,” Tillstrom pointed to the section closest to...him. “You can use another book to cover the smell.”

Judas hesitated, then plugged their nose and held K like a piece of dirty laundry. The library was otherwise numbingly silent. Tillstrom, the usual lively side of the duo, was utterly focused on their duty. It reminded Judas of a dedicated student, carrying their part of the group project without time or patience for any distraction. But this wasn’t a school project. It was a murder. It was a decorative way to tell the survivors “I am here, and I am coming”. Tillstrom had never shown this glorious of a display before. It had just been a get out, get what you need, and play it off like we’re best friends or whatever. But now, Tillstrom had a dedication. They were focused on the goal and nothing else. This would be seen as admirable in any other situation.

“Quite a shame.”  Judas threw out an attempt for conversation.

“No, it isn’t.”

Judas jumped. Tillstrom’s words were dripping with poison. 

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No it isn’t, Judas,” A chill ran down Judas’ spine, “What do you know, anyway? You have any idea what that...creature has done?”

“I…” Judas sighed, “No, I don’t.”

“Exactly. So who are you to call him an angel?”

“I didn’t mean to - “

The knife jittered slightly after piercing the wall.

“Don’t interupt me.” Pound. Pound. Pound. “That monster...that puppet...he’s wronged me. Stolen everything from me. They all have. They’ve stuck their grimy little paws in my life and played it off like a cute little toddler” Judas tensed as the icy hand clamped onto their shoulder. 

“They’re all against me,” Tillstrom breathed into Judas’ ear, “Every single one of them. Not a soul in this place is free of sin. And I will show no mercy to any of them when I have my chance.” They felt the malicious curling of Tillstrom’s lips. “But first...I have to take their toys. I’ll rip every single one of their playthings out of their hands and…” The tightening of Tillstrom’s hand expressed what words could not, “Not much can faze those freaks, but I’ll find something. Every day, I’ll torment her, and them, and all that they love until they-” 

They stopped. Unclamped Judas’ shoulder. Stumbled back a few inches. Tillstrom’s lip twitched, their eyes widened, sweat trickled down their face. The blinding light shining from the french window above Maddox casted its rays upon them, and they stared right back. 

“Heh.” Tillstrom said. “Heh heh.”

Judas shook.Tillstrom repeated their words, over and over. They blended together, jerking Tillstrom’s stomach out more and more vigourosly, draining their tear ducts of liquid, intensifying Tillstrom’s insanity until-

“HAHAHAHAHHAHA!” They cackled, doubling over in laughter, “AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAA!”

“You’re insane,” Judas whispered as Till crumpled to the floor, “Oh my gosh, you’re totally insane.”

“You - you got me good, Fleet,” Tillstrom pointed towards the light through their chuckles, “You really were right, eh? Guess you were a psychic after all…” They pushed themselves upright, “Maybe your crazy hallucination WILL come true! Aha! Maybe it’ll happen today, maybe it’ll happen tomorrow...who knows? Only you do! Haha! Only you!” Tillstrom began to morph into rage, “Only you, huh? Yep! Only you. Only you, hah! Only...only...on...ly…” They yanked a book out of the shelf and hurled it at the window. Shards of shattered glass trickled into the library. Tillstrom panted. Nobody moved. 

“Welp,” Tillstrom wipe-slapped their hands together, “Let’s finish this up, eh?”

Killers with no mind of their own 

Will surely reap what they have sown.

I am well and truly confuzzled. 

wow this is awesome... reservation for one, oh wait my cat is coming so reservation for two.

Name: Sky

Gender: Female

Personality: Shy, loves to write, fast reader, will not give up even if she says she does, corky, a loner, only friends being Alex and Felix.

Appearance: shoulder-length light blond hair, blue-green eyes, tall, always wears jean shorts, white t-shirt, and a hoodie.

Are you a part of Black Cat Establishments, associated with Black Cat Establishments, or are in any way connected to Black Cat Establishments *On this section, there are the words "Say No or Die!" in messy handwriting: no? why do i have to dieeeeee

Favorite Food: chocolate muffins :3

Favorite Superstition: hrm... walking under a ladder will kill you. :3 

NOTE: she walks under ladders all the time just to prove that wrong. 

How you would like to die: die protecting someone i love. i think its awfully dramatic :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3

.  . .

Name: Felix

Gender: Male (he's a cat)

Personality: lazy, adores sunlight, fast when in danger, unonciously loves Sky with all his might.

Appearance: silky brown fur, with white paws and one white ear, a pink nose and a white tipped tail, and amber-colored eyes.

Are you a part of Black Cat Establishments, associated with Black Cat Establishments, or are in any way connected to Black Cat Establishments *On this section, there are the words "Say No or Die!" in messy handwriting: *Felix paws at the paper* Mrooow -meaning, 'im a brown cat, dummy'-

Favorite Food: salmon

Favorite Superstition: *felix tilts his head and looks at Sky* mroow? -meaning: 'what are superstitions?'-

How you would like to die: *felix hisses at the words* MROWW!! 

ok i guess thats- sorry, just got a request. change my reservation to three please?

. . . 

Name: Alex

Gender: male

Personality: energetic, weird, ridiculously funny, cares for Sky more than he'll ever admit, always optimistic.

Appearance: sandy brown, almost shoulder-length hair with green tips, startlingly green eyes, wears weird hats, especially giant floppy ones. 

Are you a part of Black Cat Establishments, associated with Black Cat Establishments, or are in any way connected to Black Cat Establishments *On this section, there are the words "Say No or Die!" in messy handwriting: *evil grin* yes -Sky: Alex shut up- 

Favorite Food: rameeeeeeen!

Favorite Superstition: black cats are bad luck (alex owns a black cat and walks infront of her every day just cuz)

How you would like to die: something dramatic, like being burned alive perhaps :3 -Sky: shut uuuuup!-

thats all, i guess. ill tell you if someone else comes along... 

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NIgh, nigh, nighnighnighnighnigh

the traitor's, nighnighnighnigh

nighnihnigh nignighnighnighnighnighnighnigh

Pink is nighinnigh

in the night

pink is nigh

Filled with fright

in the night. 

GLITCHING COMMENCING

THE END HAS COME

NOTHING IS CLEAR ANY LONGER