Sinbad waited a little bit after Horse-Face left, before getting to his feet again. He tried flipping through the book some more, but no English words popped out to him.
“Maybe I should’ve asked that guy if he could translate all this shit…” Tucking the book back under his arm, Sinbad tried to get back to a certain pace of walking.
As he walked, Sinbad could’ve sworn he heard whispering around him. Instead of stopping again, though, he kept going.
Soon, after making his way through several empty corridors, he heard the welcome sound of his fiance laughing nearby.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sinbad approached in the direction he heard the sounds.
After what felt like an eternity, The Builder was able to get back up the stairs, albeit swearing profusely.
“Next time, I’m installing elevators in this shithole…” Managing to get back to their feet despite excruciating pain, The Builder reached up to readjust their bandages.
To their dismay, said bandages were beginning to unravel. Pulling them back as well as they could, they proceeded to stumble off in search of Annette.
Then they heard the sound of people giggling. Grimacing at this sound, they hobbled down the hallway towards it.
“I’m going to be stabbing so many assholes when this is all over,” they muttered.
“Sagebear! What is it?” Shark became worried when Sagebear began squirming out of his arms, and leaped out to waddle over to the other end of the hallway.
Once she disappeared past the corner, everyone waited with bated breath for her to come back. They could then hear her barking and whining.
Much to their relief, they then heard a familiar voice trying to speak over her.
“Quiet down, dog! Yeah, I’m happy to see you too, but put a lid on it! You never know who might hear you.”
Sagebear came into view again, whilst jumping up on Sinbad’s legs. Sinbad himself was trying to keep his pants from being pulled down from her excitement.
Sinbad didn’t get another word out before he was swarmed by the other humans. Shark quickly ran over and embraced Sinbad tightly.
“You’re okay!” Shark cried out in joy.
“Good to see yer still in one piece, Mister Sinbad!” Blaise said after him.
Marc and Harwood were too happy to say any words. They just joined Shark in a family hug, as did Blaise and Dennis.
Then, the happy mood dissipated when they saw a hunting knife fly past everyone like a shuriken, embedding itself into a nearby wall.
“Now that the hell do you suppose that was supposed to mean?” Dennis asked. He and the rest then slowly turned to look in the direction the knife came from.
It had taken far more energy than The Builder would have liked to reach this spot. Their breathing displayed this, panting heavily while holding themself up.
“Uh…” Sinbad tried to think of anything to alleviate the situation. “‘Sup. You run this place?”
He moved his arm a bit out of Shark’s hug, and it was then that The Builder realized what was on his hand, and under his arm. They extended their bony arm and pointed at his hand, shrieking out:
“The crown jewel of Antares!” They then began snarling like a rabid animal. Immediately, they proceeded to rapidly approach the group.
On instinct, everyone let go of each other and started running down the unusually long hallway. The Builder ran over to their hunting knife, and yanked it out of the wall. Once more, they flung it towards everyone.
This time, when the knife embedded into the wall, it managed to snag blood. By the time they got to it again, however, the group had disappeared.
“Fuck!” The Builder threw their knife a third time, this time to the floor. “The crown jewel of Antares doesn’t belong in the hands of a human!”
Then they fell to their knees, grabbing fistfuls of their long black hair and bellowing in rage.
Although nobody knew how they managed to fall into a hidden passage so quickly, all of them were grateful they did.
“Any ideas why Slenderman’s emo cousin wants us dead?” Marc asked his family and friends. All of them shook their heads, and Sagebear let out a low growl. “Well, at least we’re all okay…”
Harwood then tapped him on the shoulder. “You might want to check to the left of you, son, before you say that.”
As he spoke, Harwood’s face, along with the others, seemed to be going pale. Marc just raised an eyebrow at this odd comment.
“Why’s that? I don’t feel like anything is wrong, and-” When Marc looked down, he choked in shock and horror. For once, he was too freaked out to scream this time.
How he didn’t notice that part of his arm got cut off, was beyond all of them.
Hearing The Builder’s anguished howling nearly made Annette fall over in surprise. Ox-Head stepped out of the way just in case she did.
“Oh good,” she sarcastically quipped once she regained her composure. “Sounds like someone didn’t get the champagne they wanted.”
“I don’t think I get it,” Ox-Head responded as the two resumed walking. “Is it because The Builder drinks a lot?”
Annette just nodded. The two finally encountered a hysterical Builder apparently having an episode.
“Uh…” She didn’t want to step any closer. The Builder looked a mess with a stained knife, messy hair, and tattered bandages beginning to come apart.
As soon as The Builder heard Annette next to them, they stomped over and jabbed a finger in her face.
“You did this! You told him where it was! You’ve been hiding it from me all this time, and now you gave it to that tattooed thug!
“Now thanks to you, I have to search this whole damn base, to find a guy that looks like Danny Trejo did it with Conchita Wurst!”
Then they stomped off before she could ask them what was going on.
“Uh-oh…” Ox-Head whispered as he and Annette watched The Builder disappear up a flight of stairs.
“My thoughts exactly, Ox-Head,” Annette said in turn. The two then went a little further down the hall before Annette was yanked into a secret passage.
Ox-Head didn’t hesitate to see where she’d gone, and jumped into the passageway himself while saying, “Wait for me, Andromeda!”