Appearing from the shadows 20 feet away, Sunny makes his presence known.
"How's it hanging, my three least favorite stooges? Long time no see!"
? "Who-HEY!! ITS THE BOY."
??? "Good! You're gonna regret messing with us."
?? "I'm so gonna enjoy killing you!"
"..."
As much as he wants to trade insults with these fools—lord knows he has plenty—he is on a timer.
"You fools really are idiots, aren't you? Nothing happens in that tiny head of yours, does it? Admit it, you three are nothing but petty thieves! Not even good ones either, you tried to steal from a penniless poor kid in tattered rags! Even better! That littlekid, humiliated all of you!"
Predictably, the trio shout threats, pull knives, and charge at Sunny.
He breaks into a run towards the Barn, keeping them at a short distance. Turning onto the street that leads to the cul-de-sac, Sunny swallows his pride once more before shouting at the top of his lungs—
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!! HELP IM GONNA DIE THEYRE GOING TO KILL MEEEE!!!"
"HELP HELP SOMEONE PLE———!!"
Sprinting into the area, the sight that awaits him nearly makes him vomit. Bodies. Six corpses and pools of blood. All of them had been gutted, a few arms lay about, and swords were scattered. Blood was everywhere; it was like the world had been dyed red. And it was cold, so very, very cold.
Emilia...his eyes were stuck to her, being the first thing he saw upon entering. She was dead, gutted, with a look of lonely fear etched onto her face. The moonlight shone upon her body, glistening against her pale skin. Soft snowflakes fell on her face. Icy tears welled in her empty eyes; she hadn't lived long enough to shed them. Her stomach had been sliced clean open, spilling blood and viscera onto the ground. The pristine white and purple dress she had been wearing was now thoroughly drenched in frozen blood, both her own and others. And her hair had spread wildly, fading into the crimson ice. There was a macabre beauty to the scene.
It was like the corpse of an angel had fallen into the depths of hell.
"STOP RUNNING"
"WERE GONNA GET—!?"
"..."
Giving them no attention, he slowly approached Emilias' corpse as if hesitant to disturb her. The wet sounds of his footsteps went from a sickening squelch to a morbid crunch. He didn't kneel, or cry, or apologize. He simply witnessed.
whoosh
"l-lets get out of h-here—"
Elsa had dropped from the roof, blocking the exit, freezing the trio in their tracks. Sunny didn't move until she spoke, to which he calmly turned his attention away.
"~Boy~ I heard your calls for help, would you like my assistance?"
...
...
"You wanna help me? Go burn in hell bitch."
"~Oh my~ I certainly wasn't expecting that reaction. Wanna talk about it, little brother?"
"HAH! Talk about it!? Who are you kidding? And don't ever call me brother again."
"Hmm~ Have we met before? You seem to know me."
"Know you? Damn right I do! You killed m——
The air froze, Elsa froze, Sunny froze. Everything was frozen in time. He could see, but his eyes did not budge.
In front of him, Elsa was licking her lips menacingly, or maybe she was attempting to be seductive? He didn't know, nor did he care.
The trio of idiots were there, hardly worth mentioning.
Being frozen in time was...an unpleasant sensation, to say the least. It was as though his existence had become a picture, and he was unfortunately staring at his impending death. Although—
Why am I conscious? Are they? What happened? Is this Elsa's doing? No. She's not that strong, and she's stuck too. Did someone else do this? Why? No. That's not right.
Did I do this?
Yes.
It happened when he told Elsa she had killed him.
'I can't tell anybody.'
Depending on the unwritten rules, that could make things a lot harder. But that was the least of his worries right now. The shadows; They were...wriggling, or maybe flickering. To Sunny, it looked like they were dancing, but he couldn't understand the rhyme or reason—
Then, he noticed something else. His heartbeat; It was racing. Suddenly, it was the only thing he could focus on. His heart was afraid of something, and the sense of dread multiplied.
The shadows had grown closer, larger, deeper, darker, and wilder; it was terrifying.
'—GHK!'
From nowhere, he felt something inside his ribcage. He didn't know what it was, but it was big, as large as a hand. The pain was intense. Being unable to move forced his mind to panic, and he failed to stop fear from gripping his heart.
Literally, and figuratively. Feeling the hand move slightly, it held onto his pounding heart ever so gently.
And squeezed.