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CHAPTER SIXTEEN — THE DECISION

The dent in the safe room door bulged inward.

Metal creaked.
Lights flickered.
The corridor outside groaned like something huge was shifting its weight.

The voice—
that horrible, hollow, scraping whisper—
echoed again through the tiny seam:

“T W O.”

Randomiser screamed and dove behind Cornball.
Shira clung to Corpse.Bride.
Curator gripped their metal pipe with white knuckles.
Norther backed away, muttering German curses.

Toady’s eyes were locked on the dent.
Yoshi stepped forward, fists clenched and ready.

And then—

Behind them came a small, shaky sound.

From Devesto.

“…It’s coming for me.”

Everyone turned.

Devesto wasn’t smirking now.
Not acting.
Not performing.
His whole body shook.

“It said one,” he whispered.
“Then it said two.
It’s counting eliminations.”

Mewo pointed a finger at him, trembling with adrenaline and fury.

“You LIED about everything!
You made up half the story!
And now this THING thinks we’re part of some elimination round because YOU wanted attention?!”

Devesto’s breathing turned erratic.

“I— I didn’t think it would escalate—”

“YOU NEVER THINK!” Mewo yelled.

Another BANG hit the door, harder than before.

The dent deepened.

Randomiser sobbed,
“It’s gonna buck us like a vending machine—”

Toady turned to the group.

“Everyone,” they said quietly,
“back away from the door.”

They didn’t ask.
They ordered.

The group obeyed.

All except Devesto, who stayed frozen in place—
caught between fear and guilt.

Yoshi grabbed him by the back of his jacket.

“Hey—HEY! What are you—” Devesto yelped.

Cornball shouted, “WAIT, BRO—”

Too late.

Yoshi shoved him toward the door.

The group stared in shock.

Devesto stumbled forward, slamming palms-first into the cold metal.
He turned around, eyes wide.

“You’re giving me to it?!”

Yoshi’s voice was low.
Steady.

“You lied, you caused panic, and now it’s choosing victims because of your little story.
So you’re going to deal with the consequences.”

The speaker-cat hissed at Devesto like it agreed.

Mewo stepped beside Yoshi.

“We’re done being part of whatever weird narrative you tried to create.
We’re ending it.”

Toady planted a hand on the lockdown override.

“Brace,” they warned.

Devesto slapped the door with both palms.

“No—NO—WAIT—YOU CAN’T—”

CLUNK.

The safe room door slid open just a foot—

Just enough for Devesto to be pushed out.

And then—

Nothing.

Silence.

No footsteps.
No screaming.
No dragging.

Just… gone.

The lights steadied.
The dent in the door ceased expanding.
The air felt lighter.

Mewo peeked through the crack.

“…It’s empty.”

Curator leaned in.
“He’s gone.”

Cornball blinked.
“That’s… good? Right?”

The speaker-cat wandered to the doorway, sniffed the air, then calmly curled up beside it.

Yoshi exhaled deeply and hit the lockdown again.

CLUNK.

The room sealed.

After a long moment, Randomiser whispered:

“…Did we just… fix it?”

Toady looked at the door.

Then at the message carved in the metal of the hallway beyond:

YOU’RE NOT ALONE
ONE

And then the faint new word scratched beneath it:

TWO

They stared at it silently.

“…No,” Toady said finally.
“We didn’t fix it.”

But they lifted their chin.

“We just made sure it doesn’t involve us anymore.”

Yoshi nodded.

Mewo collapsed against the wall, exhausted.
“Good. Because I swear if I get eliminated next I’m haunting everyone.”

Norther sank onto a bench, wiping his forehead.

“Let’s just hope it found exactly what it wanted.”

The room felt…

Calm.

For the first time since the bunker entrance.

Curator sat down.
Shira leaned against Corpse.Bride.
Cornball offered Randomiser a granola bar.

Things felt almost—

Safe.

The speaker-cat purred.

Whatever had been after them…

It was gone.

And Devesto?

He wasn’t coming back.

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