And here they come.
They, the entity of darkness, gathering from valleys to lanes, from streets to avenues, all together, are heading for the Inn.
At Inn, their is only one rule.
You may think Washington is a complicated place; yes, and no. Those who doesn't respect her, are the only ones being punished. Located in the state, Inn should be respected, too.
Inn, for some reasons, won't sell spaghetti. However, sometimes a careless guy, just like this unlucky fellow, would run into a wicked "friend", informing him that Inn has the best spaghetti among Seattle.
So people open Inn's door, and walk into it recklessly.
Never order spaghetti in Inn.
"It's almost seven, and there's not much people here... weird." Eating a plate of spaghetti (ha!), the man murmurs, "Your cuisine is fantastic."
"That's very kind of you, my fellow. Mostly, our old friends come for a night snack." Orpheus explains, "And I don't think they would refuse a heart-warming dude like you."
"Wow." The man shifts nervously in his seat, "By the way, I got a little wonder if—— well, no offense, the other bartender and you, look the same."
"Exactly. We're brothers." One of the said brothers smiles, as if easing the guy. "Orpheus Luther and Samuel Luther, and there are two more, who haven't arrived yet."
"That's a big family you have." The man exclaimes.
"Indeed." Orpheus grins, mischief in his sparkling eyes.
The door of Inn swings open, one of those old consumer enters. If the man inspect him thoroughly, maybe he won't died so easily after several minutes.
The new comer wraps in pitch black, a navy blue mask, and olive jeans. Without a word he walks up to the two chatting next to the seat.
"Oh, hi, Jackie." The bartender greets.
"Come and have a new friend."
The man frowns. Have a new friend?
The said Jackie boy seems not so talkative. He just obliges, until he was right in front of the confused guy.
"Slender, come on. Let's give our first consumer today a special thanks." Yells his brother, "And Jack is here, too."
Eventually the numb and unlucky victim realizes. "What are you doing?"
"Dear fellow, don't you worry; Here goes nothing." The other bartender shows up, smiling, not even threatening. "Just remember one thing, or you will regret... in your next life(If you have one)."
The man wimpers; The consumer names Jack, pulling up his mask, shows him with beautiful, sharp teeth. The merely visible skin was gray.
"We don't provide spaghetti, since we have only a bunch of Creepypasta." Orpheus, or sexual offenderman as they call, laughs ironically. "Enjoy yourself, Jack."
And he walks away, the man makes some noises, as if he has choked on something, throwing his fists everywhere helplessly, eventually bitten to death, when he stops struggling.
On the other hand, Jack roots through his fresh meat, digging out two dark-red organs, then takes the poor human's seat, chewing on the victim's kidneys while kicking the corpse's arms like a boy who imagines a soda can as a soccer ball.
The two bartenders continue working.
More and more of them approach.
