"Ready to go?" Masky looked at the group. Everyone had something to fight with. Masky had a pipe, BEN had his sword, Hoodie had a knife. Jack had convinced them that he didn't need a weapon.
"Hell yeah." BEN grinned. "Let's go help those idiots!" The three walked through the door to The Collective's base. Masky shuddered.
"You three are lucky you aren't human...All I can feel is darkness..." Masky looked around, nervous. Hoodie placed a hand on his partner's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Masky." He reassured him.
"Masky?? Hoodie??" A voice called. Shadows formed as Firebrand slipped through the wall.
"Firebrand...." Masky backed up. Hoodie walked towards him.
"Sorry about Masky. He-."
"I know. He can't get touched by others like us, or he will take his body back." Firebrand grabbed Hoodie's arm. "Come on! Observer's gonna kill him! We have to hurry!"
"Calm down, Firebrand." Masky walked towards them, careful to not be touched. "Who is Observer going to kill?"
"What?!" BEN ran over, panicked. "No no no no!! We have to go help him!" BEN went to run ahead, but was held back by Jack. "Let me go! I have to help Jeff!!"
"Calm down, BEN!" Masky tried to calm him. He turned to Firebrand. "Alright, Firebrand. Take us to where they are."
Jeff hit the ground, screaming in pain. His arm was somehow broken in two places now, and The Observer never made a move. Observer cackled and picked up Jeff by his head.
"Aww. Too bad" Observer grinned. "Game over." He tightened his grip. Blood began to drip from Jeff's mouth. Jane's eyes widened.
"And you, little girl. You're next." Observer cackled with delight. "Hmm? Hold on." He dropped Jeff and turned to the door. "Stay here." He walked out.
"Jeff!" Jane ran over to him. "Jeff! Jeff, answer me!" She shook and called the killer, with no response. "Jeff!" She pulled him over and lay his head on her lap. "Jeff.....I'm so sorry....This is my fault.....I always wanted you to die, but not like this." She sobbed.
The Observer viewed the monitors, which showed every area of the building. He grinned. "So they think that they can just sneak their way into here? Oh my." Observer cackled, and pressed four buttons. "Persolus, Cursor, Mr. Scars, Deadhead. I have a job for the four of you."