Shupple
“Shupple… do not look down… Listen to me… whatever you do… do not look down…”
I was scared. I couldn't believe how scared I was. I was so desperate not to die, yet the temptation to look down was creeping up on me. What was Mear so worried about? Then the thought, damsel in distress came to mind. Wow.
“Shupple… I said no… don’t… look….. down….” Slowly, my eyes came upon the thing.
A shadow hand, reaching up for me so that I could be dragged down into Hell. I wanted to get away so badly, but I was only being held on by Mear's hand. It slowly reached up and grabbed me.
My scream let through my mouth.
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I gasped and found myself back in the house, on the stairs we had been climbing. Being scared so much made me wake up from the illusion, and then what made me jump was Mear's gasp for air.
“M… Mear….” I left off, trying to get his attention, I then realizing that I was laying down on the stairs, which hurt my back.
“It was… an illusion….” Mear suddenly realized and I nodded my head quickly. I was so scared... Nothing like this in a while had scared me so much.
“Y….ya….” I breathed out, some of my feat entering my voice. I shouldn't let Mear know that I was unbelievably scared, and I'm a ghost Pokemon, for pete's sake. “I… I…” I left off, my subconscious taking control of what I was saying, but I took back control. I didn't want Mear to know that I was terrified...
Mear and I slowly rose to our feet and took one step onto the steps so that we could continue to Mear's room. Nothing happened, and my heartbeat grew slowly, louder and louder. I could have sworn that Mear could hear it for how long it was pressuring in me. We took a second step. Still nothing.
Looking at Mear, he nodded sharply to me, and I nodded back. We slowly made our way up to the third floor, the pounding of my heart echoing with the stairs, like it was a death drop behind us.
When we got to his room, Mear touched the door handle almost immediately, and it flew open by itself. I took a sharp breath in, which hurt where I was stabbed earlier, and looked at Mear.
“Let’s just get in and then out…” Mear said after a moment. “I just need my sketchbook and a pencil or pen….”
“Right,” I answered, us moving into the room at the same time.
Seeing the blood on the bed and on the floor, it almost freaked me out when I also realized that it was my blood from earlier. I grabbed Mear's sketchbook immediately, he then grabbing a pen, him and I making a quick glance at each other.
We quickly got the door and right as we were about to exit the room, I heard a maniacal laughter. I knew it was the dead little girl immediately and fear shook my body compulsively. I had never felt this way before.
“Oh no you don't, little missie. It's time for you to go. You need to get punished!” I heard the laughter once more and knowing it was directed towards me, I turned around, but at that moment, I felt a sharp blade hit through my chest, the iron dagger digging into my body.
I knew immediately that it was near my heart, I feeling the bloody pulse of my heart pounding through my ears. I fell to my knees, the searing pain shocking my whole body, and my stomach going wild. I felt the fast blood flowing up my throat and I letting a whole lot of blood out of my mouth. Enough to fill two glass cups. My clothes started to soak in the red liquid, it all going in like a sponge.
“Shupple!” Mear exclaimed as he crouched down, and tried to help but he got thrown against the wall by the little girl, and just then, invisible chains wrapped around Mear so that he couldn't help me. He was stuck to the wall, frozen.
“Now it's time for you to die, little Miss Shupple! Ready to see your parents?” The little girl laughed as she threw the dagger downwards towards me. I expected the blade to hit me and immediately kill me, but nothing hit me. I looked up and saw Gray. What the hell?!
He had the dagger in his chest, blood dripping from his mouth, and he glanced at me.
“Go... Go!” He yelled and it took me a second to stand up, leaning against a bookshelf. I looked at Mear as the laughing continued.
“Disappear, you chains of Hell,” I told the chains coldly, and they disappeared, Mear falling to the floor. Mear slowly got up, holding his shoulder, and walked over to me.
“Shupple...” He left off but I shook my head. This wasn't the time to talk, even though I desperately wanted to.
“We need to get going before...” I coughed and my blood ended up on the floor. I continued to cough, and Mear put his hand on my shoulder.
“Before she comes back,” Gray said, suddenly turning to us. His stab wound was deep, him covering it just as I was seeing it, and helped Mear by taking other shoulder and helping me out of the room into the main room of this floor.
They sat me down slowly, I wincing in pain in return. I held my chest, taking in raspy breaths. I looked at Mear, and tried a weak smile. He tried to return it, but it was hard for him.
“Can I...?” Gray asked, and I nodded, taking my hand off my chest, blood on the palm of my hand.
“I can't believe I'm doing this, and this is going to taste so disgusting afterwards but....” He took in a deep breath and continued. “Lick.”
His tongue enlarged and he licked his hand, the saliva on it. He put it on where the wound was, and I winced as it slowly sizzled, healing just a little so I could at least move around. He then took it off and used his enlarged tongue to lick his hand up that was covered with blood. I shuddered at the thought of licking blood. Mear did the same thing, Gray then doing it after him.
“Any... better?” Mear asked, and I nodded. I took in a short breath and let it out. I nodded to Gray, who was using it on his own wound. He nodded back as he concentrated on healing his wound.
A huge shriek let happen in the room, and it made us all three jump in unison.
“No! You were supposed to die! Die! DIE!” I heard the voice scream as two figures appeared not too far away from me. They were images of my parents, with knives in their hands. I almost began crying.
“Come on, Shupple. Join us...” They hissed in unison, and I clenched my fists.
“Night Shade,” I spoke with hurt in my voice, and two shadow spikes came up from the shadows and stuck the two images, making them disappear.
“They weren't mine... Not mine...” I cried out as tears poured down my face and put my head on my knees. My parents... Where were they? Are they really dead?
Both Mear and Gray held me for about what seemed forever, until Gray got up slowly.
“I'm going to look around for medical supplies,” He told us and Mear nodded as Mear kept holding me and Gray went off into a closet, looking around for the medical supplies.
I sniffled and lifted my head, looking at Mear. He gave a small, warm, soft smile that made me feel better. I wiped away the tears as I smiled back at Mear, he wiping a few tears off my cheeks as well. A thought then came to me.
I sniffled once more as I opened up my jacket, right where I had put the sketchbook, it still shining without any blood on it. I handed it to Mear with a small, weak, smile.
“Here's your sketchbook, Mear.”
