They found it

Lungs inflated as the owners take a small breath at an uncommon pace, then deflated as soon as the colorless air comes out. Water, small like common insects, began to drip down their forehead as they stood at their spot; unusual circular-shape spot form as sweat struck the ground below on their two shoes.

Their necks are tightened by their own wind-pipe since their fatigue has mutated their throats into cords, along with their blood drained from their face as their eyes, with wriggling red worm knows as blood vessels appeared at certain sport on their tired eyes, are focusing on the subject in front of them.

Two individual rectangular-shaped doors - forged with iron and its steel cousins - were put side-by-side as if they were lovers and form a double door entrance.

The color of chestnuts had begun its plague on the iron victims and it had conquered most of it; screws that hold the door in place were brown like tree barks, the majority of the door is covered in puddles of rust while the only thing intact and alive are the door reflective eyes - the small, squarish mirrors are in perfect condition as if somebody had taken care of it, not even a single crack on the smooth surface of a material that originates from the beaches.

Well, not for long.

Noah, the one stands with the shaky-feet of an earthquake and with strands of slimy colorless saliva dripping from the edge of his mouth and slowly descending to his chin, eyes shot wide as he saw a figure on the translucent eyes of the door. And it’s right behind him.

Spines and fingers have been splash with cold water along with intense pressure on his chest as if a tree had fallen down on him and had resulted in becoming difficult to breathe, all of this happens at the same time, and all of this happens as soon as Noah’s eyes spotted the figure; few of its stone-like fleshes are wrapped in bandages, torn and worn, that is doused in the color of the sandy beach and the bandages show the figure’s head no mercy for the torn bandages had also wrapped the figure’s head.

Except for half of its brain for the mechanical-like brain is exposed to the environment around it, along with its curving spikes on both sides of its jaw.

Noah’s mind is now on the edge on the cliff, as he is now watching the creature in horror as it slowly creeps towards the rear of Noah’s body. His mind, as if it had become sentient, uses Noah’s voice and screams with all of its might at Noah to move; to run; to dodge; to fight back, or anything besides putting his foot on the ground like a ruler, producing chills and waterfall-like sweats from every corner of his body, and stand there as if he was a mountain in the first place while the creature slowly makes his short ways to the teenager’s back.

However, Noah’s mind had found the light through the darkness of unspeakable horror and, as result, escape from the frozen-chill of hell that is owned by the intense, dreadful feeling as soon as the creature had unleashed its blade - hidden from sight by burying itself into the underside of its own forearm. The action was the last mistake the creature had made.

For ‘The World’ is now after it.

“ZA WARUDO!!!-” A deep voice, deeper than the darkened depth of Mariana Trench, exploded out of Noah’s thick and fatty neck as he shot a golden-glare filled with determination upon the pure glass, more specifically the creature, and a smirk full of heroic confidence.

The mummy-like creature’s eyes widened as it attempted to stab Noah’s behind in order to stop the overweight teen worded out the next sentence, for the “mummy” knew that its goal would be interrupted and there would only be horror awaits him. Sadly, it was too late, for the chant is complete.

“-TOKI WO TOMARE”

The wrist-blade of the creature is only a few inches away from stabbing through Noah’s left shoulder - nearly painted the mummy two-edged silver blade with its favorite, thick crimson-color.

However, the wrist-blade stops its track as the road to Noah’s fatty flesh has collapsed that is caused by the chant. The heavy outcry had interrupted many things; the birds that have been singing, presenting the voice of the band on the healthy trees nearby, are now with their voice dead on its track to the next chorus, and the sharpened wheeze of the afternoon wind, followed with the majestic flaming sun whose slowly descend towards the horizon - which Noah got a good view thanks to the spot on the hill where he standing, had come to an abrupt halt at the same time as the silence of both of the flapping feathers and the heaven’s voice of the chirping birds.

The chant has broken the divine rules own by the gods, it has broken the ancient laws made by reality...It has changed the ownership of the universe and across the multiverse. The chant has broken the time continuum. However, Noah was not the one who stops it for he was only responsible for the order.

The one who stops it was his ‘friend’.

Noah’s friend, or ‘stand’, is no one other than the one who is fear among the rest, who is crown as one of the strongest of them all. No matter whether they’re the newest generations or not, they are nothing but mere insect to Noah’s friend; ‘The World’ is its name.

‘The World’ is now standing in front of the metallic, rust-infested entrance that is in the same direction as to where Noah is standing with his brown eyes continuing putting holes on the door’s mirror in all of its glory; muscular body doused in gold, a body that put the best of the bodybuilder into committing the sin of envy and putting their mind in the cage of depression, and the golden glare, overflooded with determination with a mix of wrath in its sharpened eyes with hints of the color of the golden sun, staring down on the door as if it was inferior to the likes of insects.

“I could never stop thanking this dude enough…-”

Noah’s throat had regained the energy it needed for him to reproduce his signature deep voice to be heard by Noah as the overweight teen’s lungs slowly restored its rhythm.

Noah’s face slowly mutated its lips to a smirk as his eyes became feather-light with appreciation as its fillings. However, his mind evolve the appreciation in his eyes into a twisted, corrupted grimly malice

“-...now…-”

His deepening voice, deeper than a star-less sky, has shifted to a chilling sound that only those who on their deathbed will hear; evolve from the voice that brings warmth and simply awkwardness to those around, to a voice that comes directly from Death’s lipless mouth.

“-...you earn a death wish from me, ‘Hanged man’...-”

Noah’s brows begin to be rigid like rocks as he continue to keep his eye lid from closing his eyes as he glare at the creature and the smirks he previously harbor...is now re-draw on his face with an equivalent to a black piece of paper.

“-...and don’t think of running,...since it is…-”

Slowly raises his arm and points his finger at the door, Noah’s voicebox releases his final word to the sentence he had constructed as soon as he hit the '3-seconds mark'. The final word he is about to release will be the paperwork, the contract, for the services he is about to perform to the creature and its friend...

And both of their blood will be their signature.

“-...MUDADA.”

“MUDA\~!!!”