Celris gasped, scrambling to move away from the designs, and backing smack into the wall. Osbourne examined the designs curiously, but made no effort to move. If they were trapped, they were trapped. If not, he'd soon know whether or not it was wise to flee.<br/>Neff, on the other hand, saw the utter fear on Celris' face, and registered the alarm the doll was feeling. Their expressions brought back the intense emotions, he felt scared, pained, and exhausted.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Tick, Tick</span><br/>He closed his eyes and covered his head with his arms.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click</span><br/>He jumped at the imagined noise and half remembered, intense pain in the back of his skull.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Tick, Tick</span><br/>He didn't like that noise. Not at all. Neff looked at the doll, unsure of his name, "What's happening?!"<br/>Celris growled, "It's a trap."