Nathaniel sat at his desk, a controller clicking wildly. Clack, Clack, Clack. His eyes were hyper-focused on his computer screen as a game character fired rounds of what seemed to be a pistol.

The screen suddenly turned pitch black. A woman towered over him, holding a black cord in her hand. She had unplugged his game, obviously.

"Nathaniel! Go be active outside. Is gaming all you do?"

He rolled his eyes as he looked down, hoping his mom didn't see the act of disrespect.

He simply nodded after, and got up, deciding not to use his mouth. He would probably say something rude.

He slipped on his jacket and shoved his hands into their pocket. He momentarily took them out to get gloves and a beanie.

He ran to his front door before opening it and slamming it shut. He ran through the snowy streets of New York. It reeked of gasoline and other things that contaminated the city. It was noisy— the cars blew as though it would cost them their life to be stuck in traffic.

He had decided his destination in seconds. He was going to go explore some abandoned buildings. Namely a cultist sight, the cult of nightmare they called themselves. What reason? Fun of-course.

What the hell was a nightmare anyways? People just make up words.

Though, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing alone. He called up a number, and was met with several loud voices. First a mother, then several babies crying, next an irritated teenager.

"Thank god, I was about to die of boredom over here."

"Yeah, my mom forced me outside again. Meet up at Seres's house, 20 minutes from now."

He hung up after that, he was a kid of little words. He then continued to dart down the busy streets, often slamming into people.

He eventually found an apartment building in which he entered and went up the stairs to the third floor before knocking on the first door on the floor.

Bang.

He knocked on his friends door, Seres West. The door opened after a few minutes of waiting. Seres was ready, as if she had seen him coming and was equipped with clothing for the occasion.

As if some timer had been set off, another teen came up from the stairs. Before any other them could say a word— Nathaniel spoke.

"Seres, get us flashlights, we're gonna explore that one cults hideout."

Which cult?There were a ton. . .