I arrived at the door of my fun. I gasped as I realized I hadn't changed before I left. Biting my lower lip, I looked at my shirt and pants. The fall had made it cleaner so that was good. It at least took the stains of fives off of it. I knew they would understand.

I knocked on the door three times. A neigh came in response. Excited, I grabbed the knob and and pushed forward. The door folded in on itself, then levitated backwards. After entering the room, the door immediately unfolded and slammed against the doorway, shutting us from the outside. A grin split my face. I marveled at the color of the room.

It was a mixture of pink and green, also being zebra patterned on everything. The room was larger than my own. There was furniture and paintings everywhere. I looked at the center and saw Mr. Horse sitting at a table that barely reached his knees. He himself sat on a pink, poka- dotted bean bag. He wore a new, black tuxedo. He had the head of a horse, and a body similar to a human being's. But what made him so unique was his four arms. It was said to be luck.

Mr. Horse smiled at me, neighing. "Dustin, how have you been?"

"Fine, Mr. Horse," I replied. I made my way to one of the vacant beanbags to the table.

I sat down eager to get the tea party started.

"How was the trip here?" he asked. One of his eyes focused on me while the other rolled lazily around.

"Enjoyable," I lied. I peered down at my pale hand, noticing the pink around my palms.

A rapid succession of three knocks came at the door. Mr. Horse turned his body to face it. He leaned his head back and gave a loud neigh. The door suddenly swirled into a vortex, centered at the knocker's hand. It was Mr. Bear with Mr. Cane behind him. They both entered in, with Mr. Bear letting the door go. It un-swirled back to its original, solid form.

Mr. Bear wore a red bathrobe, his brown fur still wet. He resembled a normal bear, just having bipedal ability, though one of his eyes was missing. He had wired his eyelids shut were it was vacant.

Mr. Cane simply wore a hat, his metal body polished for the event. His body had a black pattern loop around him, his appearance like a candy cane. It was indeed intriguing as Mr. Cane had no arms or legs, rather just one large cane that floated everywhere.

"Mr. Horse, Ling," Mr Bear bowed. "Greetings."

We returned the bow.

Mr. Cane leaned forward. Hello, Mr. Horse, Alberto. He greeted us employing his telepathy.

They sat at the table ready to get the tea party started. All five of us were here.

"Now that the five are present," started Mr. Horse. "We can get this tea party started."

Mr. Bear brought his legs up and down in excitement. I let out a laughter. Mr. Cane simply spun around in carousel like way.

Mr. Horse began to use all four of his arms to make tea and pour it into five cups. He gave one to each of us. Though hot, we took our time. I glanced over to see Mr. Cane lift it with psychic powers. He poured it onto himself, letting it run down his body. Some of it dripped off but must was absorbed by him.

"So, Ling." Mr. Bear began. "How have you been outside of these meetings?"

"Joyous," I lied again.

I stood up and asked to be excused. The three tea drinkers nodded. I quickly walked to the bathroom at the left side of the room. I entered through the curtain covered doorway. The bathroom wasn't too big. Two sinks and mirrors were on the left side upon entering. The right side had the multiple stalls. I immediately went to the sink and turned the water on. Above it was a mirror. Looking into it, I splashed water on myself. My blonde hair and smaller nose certainly gave me a more docile mien. I yawned. Making my way out, I let a smile escape me. It was good to be with those three tea drinkers. The Fourth was decent I suppose. I sat back down and saw that the rest finished their tea, excluding the fifth tea cup that sat still full at the end of the table.

"Ling, I've got something for you," Mr. Bear stated.

"What?" I asked grinning.

"This." He pulled a mirror from inside his robe and handed it to me.

Mr. Horse whistled and slapped his knee. "That's a dandy gift for certain."

For you the mirror of five, Mr. Cane stated.

I grasped the hand mirror, looking into it.

"How is it, Ling?" Mr. Bear smiled.

I looked into the mirror and saw my Asian features. My hair had been dyed a lighter brown, cut into a mohawk style. My eye lids were lower than others. At least in the mirrors within this room, I didn't have to be afraid. I set it down onto the table. And then a grin was splitting my face. I was now laughing. Why? Even to this day I know not. Mr. Horse raised a brow, his lazy eye seeming to suddenly animate. Mr. Bear showed even more curiosity. He placed his paw under his chin, studying me as though I was an abstract painting. Mr. Cane tilted to the side and I heard him say, "No reason is needed to be happy I suppose. Or at least no explanation should be given."

With the final wave of mirth leaving me, I wiped my eyes of tears. The color red was briefly in vision. It was transparent, and I realized blood was coming from my eyes.

It's been awhile, I thought. I usually only cry when emotion is the stronger of the two.

"While we are on the subject of happiness," Mr. Horse said. "Dustin, why don't you tell us if you've met that special someone yet."

Mr Bear clapped. " Aye, Ling. You've yet to inform us of such knowledge. We've inquired for a time now."

I felt my lip take a turn for the worst. It headed down south, creating an arc over my chin.

Why the frown? Mr. Cane asked. It's not bad if you lack in that area.

"I don't see why I need a special someone," I sighed. I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees. "Does it make a difference?"

Mr. Bear glanced at his companion the Horse. They shared a knowing glance. Mr. Bear reached over and patted my shoulder.

"It's certainly something you shouldn't worry about for now," he said, following the statement up with a smile.

"So there is no girl? Boy? Animal? Have you none as a special someone?"

I had a feeling of disgust as he said animal. To my greater surprise, I concluded that the feeling was the same for the words girl and boy.

My frown deepened.

"There is none and I doubt there will ever be."

Mr. Cane spun rapidly, then he floated nearer to me.

Perhaps you are your own special someone? The question sounded more like a declaration.

"I don't like myself, not in the least." My words came out harsher than I anticipated.

Mr. Horse gave a soft neigh. "You must certainly love yourself before you can begin to start with others."

Love? I thought. It was such a fluid word. I didn't understand it nor did I want to. In all reality, no such concept existed out of the room of "fun".

I exhaled and looked at the fifth cup, the tea still untouched. The fifth tea drinker still hadn't touched it. To be more precise, you hadn't touched it. I know, I know. It doesn't make sense. You undoubtedly don't remember the event. Anyways, looking at your general direction, I felt no comfort. You shortly seemed aware. You know the thing I hate most about you? You can skip time, go back, whatever you want. I really hate it. No matter what, I'm still here suffering: I despise that. You escape from your world and enter into mine. How I would kill to do the same.

Alas, you didn't like being seen. I couldn't exactly see you, but I felt your presence. I guess my creator granted such an ability. Most of us never even realize you are there, but I guess I was made different for a purpose.

Mr. Horse waved a hand in front of me. "Are you well, Dustin?"

I nodded. I supposed the others didn't realize who the fifth tea drinker was. Yet Mr. Horse even served it. They knew there were five, but didn't know who the last guest was if that made any sense.

Next thing I know, I'm on my chest. Mr. Horse had me pinned down. He exhaled into my ear. Saliva dripped from his mouth and landed on my head. I tried to scream next, but felt my neck constrict.

Do no resist Alberto, said Mr. Cane in my head. In all the fit, I looked forward to see that the tea cup was broken. The noise had been blocked out.

That's when Mr. Bear walked in front of me. My head was limited in movement, only able to move my eyes. I looked up and saw Mr. Bear grin. His teeth showed and I saw the yellow and sharpness to them. His eyes seemed have an ravenous stare. The room around also changed with the mood, as if a slow dimensional morph. The lights seemed to dim and I felt the temperature drop. Before long, a color indescribable- and one I forgot- filled the room.

I was suddenly lifted up. It was Mr. Cane, upside down, hoisting me up with curved end of him. Upside down, he appeared more of a hook. I glanced down to see Mr. Horse- a red color now and a creepy smile plastered on his face. Mr. Bear had taken his bathrobe off and I saw parts of his flesh and fur torn off. Visible were some of his internal organs. A hand appear to stick out of one of his wounds, partially decomposed.

I was in panic by that point. Scratching was soon at the door: it was the exact same from the door I dreaded passing by. Mr. Horse let out a face splitting smile then, so wide his face tore apart revealing the flesh, veins, and even some bone underneath. One of his eyeballs hung loose by then.

I began to shake in fear. How had it come to this? Mr. cane slammed me on the floor, my sternum breaking and air expelling from me. I stood no chance I was going to die. I weakly moved my head up and saw Mr. Bear open his mouth. Acid flew out and hit me directly. I was screaming now. It seared and hurt. It hurt so bad... I was crying and yelling. I sounded like a animal at a slaughter house. My limbs were flailing out of pure shock of the pain. I tried to squirm; then Mr. Cane came down and pierced me through the back of my neck, the sharp end coming out from my mouth. I gave the loudest scream I ever gave. I felt something tug at the the back of my pants. I couldn't turn to see who it was and what they were doing, but I knew what deed was supposed to follow next. Crying and scared for my life, I looked sideways to see any route of escape if I fought with all my might. I only saw the shattered hand mirror that Mr. Bear gave me. I tried to look away before it was too late, but I saw my reflection. My caramel colored skin and my coily hair peered back at me. It was the real me. I hadn't wanted to see...

My skin darkened until it was the color of obsidian black. My eye turned into a dark red. There was no turning back now. I tore my gaze away from the reflection and looked down to see blood on the floor: it was the color of tar. My hands were now talons as well, scaled and wickedly sharp. I lost it then. I grabbed upwards behind my head and gripped Mr. Cane. I heard his scream as the metal bent. It lasted a few seconds before his upper half toppled to the left of me. I spun and delivered a spinning kick to Mr. Bear who was clawing at the back of my pants. I heard a sickening crunch.

I was up on my feet in a flash. My mouth let out low guttural noises, my breathing heavy. I felt bones in my body shift. I grimaced as I grew, my bone and flesh thinning out to make ends meet.

Mr. horse was furious. He charged at me, his four arms outstretched. I leaned forward and put my hands outward in front of me. I had used to the fire to run away before; now it would serve me to fight. I opened my hands, palms revealed and the flame erupted from my hands, a roaring sound following it. Mr. Horse gave a screech as fire hit him, the flame burning him at an incredible rate. He threw himself over to the side and began to roll. I could see his meat melt before my very eyes. His eyes and hair had been the first to go. He gave a pleading neigh and then died. I looked over at Mr. Bear who was still rustling, going to and from consciousness. I moved my hand over to aim at him. I thought for a second, then grinned. A single ball of fire shot from my hand and landed on him. It stayed small like the size of a snowball. Combustion followed. His body spread all over the room, some pieces bigger than others.

I searched for Mr. Cane and realized he was trying to escape. I pulled the other half of him from my mouth and lit it on fire. Using it as a spear, I launched it and hit him directly. He went up in a blaze of orange. A laughter escaped me. But at what?

I was alone now. I hated that. The room had caught on fire by then, small embers in the air. I hardly cared. Let it take me! A scratch came at the door. It was the same as always. I fell to my knees and covered my ears. I let out a roar. My last image had been of a room lit by orange and fire ravaging everything. I closed my eyes.

I awoke screaming. It was loud and even hurt my ears. I felt the pressure to my face from all the force. I was back in my room, chained to my bed once again. The yelling kept on going and I couldn't stop it. Pain... It hurt so much. I eventually stopped yelling and cried after that. I hated it all. Why couldn't there be one day without it? Silence accompanied me when my cries had left. I thought for a long time. There was a lot of time for it. Not much really prevented it. Though fear altered my train of cognitive ability. Only that could stop me.

All of a sudden I heard a noise which broke stillness in the air. It was faint at first then it became clear. After several seconds it was loud. Scratching was at my door...