You're stuck in a long corridor with seemingly no end, the stench of mold and decay practically radiating off the walls through the many holes and vents lacing the claustrophobic space. All alone, without Mr. Crawling to save you this time.

The sound of echoing footsteps that don't belong to you sends adrenaline flooding your veins. You run as fast as your feet can carry you until you spot a small vent just big enough to squeeze through.

That's when you see him - familiar hair, familiar eyes, and that signature grin.

"You have?" Mr. Gap asks, his easygoing smile quickly turning horrified as you apologize and push past him into the vent.

"Sorry, Gap, but you need to move!!"

A surprised squeak escapes him before he hears the approaching footsteps too. Then you see the shoes, the hem of the red trench coat - Mr. Scarletta. Your suspicions are confirmed by the black pits that are his eyes. Fear paralyzes you until a cool arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to Mr. Gap's unexpected solid form.

Wait, he has a body?

Before you can question it, his hand covers your mouth. His breath tickles your ear in a whisper: "*Still. They leave.*"

The red ghost eventually moves on, footsteps fading into the distance. You pull down his hand and let out a relieved sigh, turning to him with a grateful smile. "Thanks, I really needed that. I'll get going now."

As you try to climb out, hands grip your hips and pull you back into darkness. A yelp escapes you as you disappear into the void. Confused, you look back at your rescuer turned captor.

"Mr. Gap?" You mutter before he grips your chin, lifting your face to meet his. His lips ghost over yours, bringing a flush to your cheeks.

"Me want heart.. You give..? Me no take part from you.."