As they sat in the hallway, the clock then chimed and Night had looked towards the sound. Standing up with his twin in his long arms, he looked at Sammy before asking the kid if they could stay until they could find a way back to their homeworld. Sammy thought for a bit before nodding yes and getting up to go to his room where Bullet first saw him. Saying good night to each other, Night went to the room that his sister put him in when he was out himself. Placing his twin on the bed, he walked over to the window that was still intact and sat against its wall.
It was now three in the morning and Bullet woke up, taking a look at the ceiling before hearing the rain. The smell of the rain was different from the rain in their world and Bullet knew that. She grew sad and started tearing up again. Small gasps escaped her fanged mouth but no one seemed to hear, that was until the door creaked open. A shaggy brown head popped in before a small kid walked in. It was the same little kid that got her brother, although he looked sort of like Sally. In his hand was a glass with some sort of liquid in it, a stuffed animal in the other.
"I, uh, brought you some more water." he said with a small squeak in his voice.
"Thank you, Sammy." Bullet said as she swung her legs over the side of the bed that faced the open door.
There was silence in the room as the boy sat beside the black-haired woman, her purple-haired twin sitting against the wall behind them.
"So, what's it like in your world?" the child asked her after a while.
"It's…nice. We live with the other Creepypastas in a mansion. There is a little girl there that looks sort of like you. Unfortunately, she is missing and my brother and I don't know where to find her."
"You're sad because you can't find her? I wish I could help you but I don't know where to start." Sammy said.
"That's ok. You've been super nice to the both of us even though you don't know us." Bullet says, her right eye socket leaking again.
"May I ask you something, Miss Bullet?"
"Sure, go ahead. Ask me anything you want." she says to the little kid beside her.
"What are they like? The Creepypastas, I mean."
"They're….bizarre at first. But once you're around them enough, you find out that they have their own personality. The one that's the most crazy is probably Jeff. He has his moments but he's a caring person."
"What's Ben like?"
"Ben is a bit perverted at times but he means well. Although I don't know why he wears a vial of liquid code as an earring."
"Laughing Jack is the most hyper and protective. Just watch out if you do meet him that you don't let him eat a bunch of candy."
"And don't let him near coffee. He passes out for weeks at a time if that happens." Night said, to the surprise of his sister and the boy.
"Glad to see you're awake, Brother. How do you feel?" Bullet asked him, turning to look at him with the glow of her working eye.
"I'm fine, slept some until I heard the two of you talking."
"Sorry, Mr. Night. I was curious about the people of your world and what it was like."
"That's ok. Any other ones you want to know about?"
Sammy nodded, eagerness shining in his pale green eyes. The twins looked at each other before they continued with the descriptions of their family.