Mr. Artist then slowly placed his hand on top of the lid, and just as he was about to open it, Titi comes over (after she filed some of the medical documents from A-F), saying, "Mr. Artist?"

Mr. Artist freaked out, accidentally losing his grip on the box, and frantically grabs the box just before it fell to the floor.
He turns around, closing his eyes, smiling sheepishly, "Please don't do that".

Titi looks at the box, then at Mr. Artist, feeling uneasy. "I really don't think that you should be opening that thing".

"But it's ok, Titi," said Mr. Artist, opening his eyes. "After all, Chesh did say that the box really isn't cursed." He looks back at the box and once again makes an attempt to opening it. "I just wanna---"

Without Mr. Artist's knowing, Chesh mysteriously appeared behind him, putting a sleeve on his head, grinning.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Artist-san? Hmm?"

Mr. Artist just stood there, frozen stiff, then slightly turning his head and smiling weakly. "Uh, I wasn't going to---"

Chesh immediately swipes the box from him with her free sleeve, leans her face towards his, smiling sinisterly.
"Nice try, Artist-san".

Just as Chesh was about to put the black box back on the bookshelf, she looks at her friends, smiling innocently. "Before I forget, Kabuto also wants to let you two know that no one is allowed to look inside this box under any circumstances".

"But Chesh, since you told us that the box isn't really cursed," said Mr. Artist, "I think it's safe to say that it's ok if we just took a lil' peek to see what's inside it".

Chesh giggled. "I already know what's inside this lil' baby".

Mr. Artist and Titi looked at her, surprised.

"But Chesh," Titi interjected, putting her hands behind her head, "if no one is allowed to look inside that thing, how is it that you know what's inside it without looking?"

"Hee, hee, hee," the cat laugh, grinning. "Sorry, but that's one secret that will never be revealed".

Mr. Artist and Titi just stood there, dumbstruck, and Chesh went over to the bookshelf and placed the black box back to where it originated. The cat turned around to face her friends once again.

"Alright, Kabuto's gonna be back in about an hour from now and we're almost done cleaning this place up. So let's finish up the remaining stuff we got left."

Just as everyone was about to get back to work, Chesh appears next to Mr. Artist, bearing her devilish Cheshire smile.
"And remember, do not open the box. Heh, heh." And the cat immediately vanished.

Mr. Artist looked over his shoulder silently, seeing the object once more.

Minutes passed by, and three were almost done in Kabuto's lab. However, during each minute, Mr. Artist still thought about trying to figure out what was stored inside the mysterious box. In his mind, he pictured all kinds of things that could be in it: money, seal tags, just about anything that he could possibly think of.

He even tried his best to not even look at the box while he was wiping off dust on the last cupboard he had to do. It was then that he stopped what he was doing, his body starting to shake with anxiety, his eyes looking back and forth, and beads of sweat running down his forehead.

He puts his hands on the sides of his head, screaming, "Gaaaahhh! I can't take it anymore!"

Titi turned her head, and sees him dashing towards the bookshelf. "Huh?"

Mr. Artist snatched the box and quickly placed his hand on top of the lid, feels his heart racing with excitement.

Titi rushed to his side, her eyes widen in shock, flailing her arms up and down. "What are you doing?! Put that box back on the shelf! You're not suppose to----"

"I'm sorry, Titi," Mr. Artist replied. "But I want to see what's inside this thing sooo bad!"

And so, without giving any second thoughts, Mr. Artist slowly opens the lid, the two hearing the scary creaking noise.  Once the lid was lifted all the way up, they looked in and stood there, speechless.

All they saw was just emptiness, pitch black, and nothing more from within the box.

Mr. Artist couldn't believe what he was seeing right in front of him, his eyebrow twitching. (There's....nothing....)
Titi turns to Chesh, who was washing the remaining medical utensils; Mr. Artist still holding onto the box.
"Chesh, you lied," said Titi. "Even though you said that you knew what was inside, we find it to be completely empty."

Mr. Artist shuts the lid, sighing in disappointment. "I got worked up.....for nothing."

Suddenly, Chesh began to giggle softly, then she laughed louder, and louder, until she started to laugh like she was about to go insane.

Mr. Artist and Titi took a step back, feeling a sense of uneasiness. Mr. Artist's knees began knocking together.
"Ch-Ch-Chesh? Ar-Are you...o-okay?" he asked, stuttering.

Without looking, the cat stood there, replying, "Heh, heh, heh. Oh, I'm perfectly fine....but will you be?"

"Wha? What do you mean?" he asked, completely puzzled.

Chesh looked over her right shoulder, grinning wickedly. "Well, my friend......" Then turning around to face Mr. Artist.
"You ever heard the ol' saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat?'" The cat licked her lips slowly, her tail swishing back and forth.

"It's time for you to experience what happens when you let your curiosity get the better of you."

Suddenly, a mysterious hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed onto Mr. Artist's wrist.

Mr. Artist felt a terrifying chill run down his spine; he turned his head ever so slowly and saw a mysterious figure surrounding its entire form in a black shroud. His eyes widen in shock for the mysterious, shady character was none than an evil version of himself. The dark Mr. Artist gazed his evil red eyes at the terrified boy, leaning his face close to his; protruding its devilish smile, sticking its snake like tongue out of its mouth.

"Artist-san," said Chesh, appearing next to him,  "allow me to introduce you to your darker self....." She looks at the dark creature. "This is the thing that you've unleashed from its little prison. It takes on the form of the first person that opens the box, creating the exact likeness of its victim; it also feeds upon the victim's soul, thus gaining complete control over the person's body, allowing itself to have a life of its very own through you......this is Nightmare."