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CHAPTER FOURTEEN — THE SAFE ROOM

The hallway stretched behind them like a throat about to swallow.

The words YOU’RE NOT ALONE and ONE still scraped across the metal, fresh and glinting.
Every second they stayed was another second too close to whatever carved them.

Toady made the call.

“Safe room. Now.”

Yoshi yanked Devesto to his feet while Nobleranger kept a tight hold on his arms.
Devesto didn’t resist—just walked with a faint smile, humming under his breath like they were escorting him to a concert, not a lockdown chamber.

The group rushed down the corridor until they found a steel door with a faded stencil across the front:

EMERGENCY SHELTER — LEVEL C

Toady slammed the keypad.
Curator typed in random patterns until one clicked—
the door hissed open.

They piled inside.

Metal benches.
Blanket rolls.
Water drums.
A single security camera overhead—dark, inactive.

Toady hit the lockdown button.
The door sealed with a heavy clunk.

For the first time since the message on the wall, everyone exhaled.

Inside the Safe Room
Cornball

“Are we ACTUALLY safe, or is this like… ‘safe’ in quotation marks?”

Randomiser sat on the floor, still trembling.
“I fainted twice. That’s gotta be, like, a record.”

Mewo pointed at Devesto.
“Can we PLEASE talk about the possessed creep BEFORE he says something freaky again?”

Corpse.Bride raised her hand.
“Seconded.”

Shira clung to her sleeve.
“What if it followed us in?”

Norther examined the walls, tapping the metal.
“Unlikely. These doors were designed to withstand shockwaves and heat. It would take something enormous to break through.”

Goober hugged a blanket roll, visibly shaking.
“Y-yeah but apparently something enormous already likes us.”

Devesto… Being Devesto

Yoshi pushed Devesto onto one of the benches.

“Sit. And don’t do anything weird.”

Devesto tilted his head.

“What counts as ‘weird’?”
His eyes flicked up at Yoshi—waiting for an answer like this was all a fun game.

Yoshi leaned down, nose-to-nose.
“You know EXACTLY what I mean.”

Devesto pretended to think, tapping his chin.
“I mean statistically, I do many things that could be interpreted as weir—”

Nobleranger shoved a blanket in his face.
“Stop. Talking.”

Devesto went quiet.

Not because he listened—
but because he was smiling behind the blanket.

Small Conversations Spark Up
Cornball & Randomiser

Cornball handed Randomiser a canteen.

“You good?”

“No,” Randomiser answered honestly.
“But I’m hydrated now, so that’s something.”

Curator & Norther

Curator paced the room. “Something intelligent left a message. That implies planning.”

Norther nodded. “And the word ‘ONE’ implies selection.”

Curator swallowed. “A choosing game.”

Norther’s voice cracked slightly. “A deadly one.”

Mewo & Toady

Mewo leaned on Toady’s shoulder.

“I hate this. I hate horror. I hate voting games. I hate freaky messages. Why couldn’t it have just been a normal apocalypse?”

Toady sighed.
“Because you showed up.”

Mewo stared.
“…Fair.”

Yoshi, Sitting Opposite Devesto

For a long moment, the two stared at each other from across the safe room.

Yoshi’s fists were clenched.

Devesto’s expression was… unnervingly soft.

Finally, Yoshi spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier? About it following us.”

Devesto tilted his head.

“…Because you never listen to me when I talk.”

The room went still.

Because…
he wasn’t joking.

He wasn’t being smug.

He wasn’t smirking.

He looked… genuinely hurt.

Shira whispered, “Devesto… we don’t listen because you’re always being—”

“—freaky,” Mewo finished.

Devesto’s gaze flicked to her.
“That’s just how I talk.”

Toady blinked.
“So the creepy vibe is just… unintentional?”

Devesto shrugged.
“I don’t know how to be normal.
I don’t know how to talk to people without… scaring them.”

For the first time since they’d met him, he looked small.

Awkward.

Human.

Corpse.Bride sighed softly.
“…Well. You do scare us.”

“But you’re still here,” Goober added gently.

Devesto looked down at his hands.

“I didn’t want you to think I was making things up.”

Yoshi rubbed his forehead.
“Man, you could’ve said literally ANYTHING without the weird pauses and cryptic phrasing—”

“I don’t know how,” Devesto admitted again.

Toady stepped closer.

“Okay. Then try this:
When did it start?”

Devesto inhaled.

Held it.

Then finally said:

“The first time you all hung out.”

Silence.

Everyone froze.

Yoshi leaned forward slowly.
“It’s been following the group… ever since we met?”

Devesto nodded.

“Yes.”
He swallowed.
“And now that the world is falling apart…”

His eyes drifted to the sealed door.

“…it doesn’t have to hide anymore.”

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