"Puff, puff."
For some reason, Chthon kept feeling someone breathing against the back of his neck, a slightly cool, damp, rotten breath.
Yet whenever he turned to look, no one was there.
The sensation made his skin crawl. He had no idea who his pursuer was or where they were, while eerie music kept repeating in his ears, chipping away at his nerves again and again.
After shaking off the thing that seemed to be Old Ones' Kin, he found nothing that could help his current predicament. In this maze, no matter where he went, the surroundings seemed identical—white ice and snow, along with dazzling lights.
As a creature born from the chaotic Dark Earth, what he hated most was white light. The mere sight of it made him inexplicably irritable.
Watching the bizarre scene on the surveillance screen, Deadpool picked his nose and asked his cousin beside him, "Hey, Slade, when do you think Great Shadow will notice he's carrying a kid on his back?"
"Heh, that's no ordinary kid." Su Ming smiled as he continued with his other pranks, glancing at the boy with pale skin all over and black circles around his eyes. "He's a mental manifestation I created using the Cosmic Cube and the malice within the Dark Tower. You can think of him as a ghost."
"He really does look like a ghost, but if you made him this much like Toshio, won't there be copyright issues? Besides, I still want to try for a PG-13 movie rating. You brought in ghosts and monsters—kids won't be able to handle that. Oh, and Bro was asking earlier: Chthon is Multiversal Level, so why is he getting played like this by you?"
The mentally unsound Deadpool was still thinking about movies, and he seemed to be having