Mitch sat up, and realized the beast was no longer there. But he also noticed that he was trapped. The bones had been thoughtfully moved so Mitch couldn't escape without making noise by breaking a bone. There was not a single spot that Mitch could step in quietly.

He'd also been moved against the wall. The bones were arranged in a semicircle as a perfect alarm system. Except the fact that Mitch could easily move the bones with his hands and escape.

Then a feeling on his wrist rose to his thoughts. He looked down at his wrist.

Heavy chainmail gloves- mangled and links torn and broken. There was a chainmail armor set just a few yards off, ripped to pieces and bent in many places.

"What the-" he breathed.

Rustling and moving rocks, and the beast reappeared. He had another chainmail boot, whereas there was only one on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Silence.

"I wanna know. What are you doing?"

The beast dropped the boot on the floor.

He growled. "աɦǟᏆ ɖօ ʏօʊ ᏆɦɨռᏦ ɨ'ʍ ɖօɨռɢ?"

"Being a dick? Keeping me contained here?"

A tick of silence.

"Why are you following me?"

"ʄɛǟʀ."

"And what happened to you?"

"ռօռɛ օʄ ʏօʊʀ ɮʊֆɨռɛֆֆ."

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"Why are you following me?" Lachlan breathed.

There was no response, but he knew there was a reason. No one just followed someone else. There was always a reason.

Loot? No. Besides his hatchets and bread, he had nothing. Guidance? No possible way. Lachlan tripped over his feet and hit dead ends more than he walked efficiently.

But one thing stood in his way. He could walk even less efficiently with the 'Sidemen' following him.

For some unknown reason, they'd taken to calling themselves, 'The Sidemen'.

It was really cheesy and dumb, but it was funny.

JJ asked, "Lachlan, how much longer do we have to walk?"

"We need to find a dead end that's out of the way. The one we were in wasn't even a dead end."

"What about that one?"

He pointed to an entrance of flowers. The whole thing was laced with grapevines, and the hall was also filled to the brim with roses.

A head popped out from the end of the hallway. They had brown hair, brilliant gold eyes, and a tattered orange shirt. Where the head came from, a body followed.

He was shortish, and a lot of flower petals lay in his hair. He carried nothing, but I stayed alert just in case.

He asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Preston. Now. Who are you?"

"Uh, Lachlan. 'Sup with the flowers?"

He smiled. "Not me. They're Rob's."

Lachlan flinched. Not Rob. Oh please not Rob.

"He's- not here if you were looking for him..."

"Nonono. Not looking for him. I've already met him. I- uh- I'm actually gonna leave before he comes back."

"Who's Rob?" JJ chirped, "can I meet him?"

Lachlan cringed. Preston half-smiled, and nodded to JJ.

"Sure. Have you not met him before?"

"No."

"No."

"Who?"

"Well, no..."

"Lachlan do you wanna stay and rest for a while? Until Rob gets back?"

He shifted on his feet, nervous.

"Uh, no. I'm good."

"What's so wrong? He's just a person." Simon said.

"No. I've met Rob. He's not the- nicest- person."

"You sure? He seems pretty nice to me."

"I don't know then. He kinda snapped at me and left."

"Ya know, he did the same thing to a survivor a while ago. He snapped and pushed him out."

"Oh..."

The boys suddenly didn't seem as excited to meet Rob.

A pebble fell near Lachlan's foot. The boys died of excitement.

"VIKKKKKKK OH MY GOSH!"

Everyone looked around, even Harry- who called him out- for this Vikk.

Somehwere in the shadows, he spoke.

"It's true. Rob's killed more people than you can count. Don't trust him."

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-A/N-
And another one. *cue meme* Beautiful.

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                          ~Percabeth1Jackson