A Hard Choice
Skinripper came over and stood in front of the table, "Do you wanna help him?" Goldust asked Zayan, he frowned at his question and closed his eyes. "You are saying my friends need help and you can get me out of this thing so I can help them?" Zayan confirmed, Goldust smirked and yawned at the same time making his yawn look fake. "Well," He said while yawning, "We can get you out and you can help your friends and stuff but in return we need something—"
"No matter what it is, if it means I can get out of this place I'll do it." Zayan interrupted, "Well, I wasn't going to tell you what we need from you, we'll tell you what it is later?" Goldust turned his neck and looked at Skinripper, "Right, Creeper?" He asked, "Now, you remember me." Skinripper mumbled as he walked near him. "So, yes or no?" Goldust asked,