"Because there isn't enough room on the boat for y'all, and we've already reached the weight capacity this thing can handle!" Inaho shouted down to the group.
Feeling a little uneasy, Augustine put all of her weight on one foot and placed her hands inside of the warm pockets of her dark beaver fur coat. "I'm not so sure about this," she mumbled silently to the rest of the group.
"At least the... dark thing isn't here!" Carys shivered as she spoke.
"You rang?"
The familiar death filled darkness shrouded the group once again. "You know what to do." End, obviously bored, sighed. "Look, I'll spice a few things up for you. If you fill out your sheets like good boys and girls, I'll show myself to you." The same pieces of paper and pencils fluttered down.
"End, I'm still here you know." The familiar death bringing voice replied to End's monotone.