I was on a staircase. I assumed I was sleeping again so I walked down the stairs into the kitchen everything was how it used to be. When I got there, I saw Anti waiting for me.

"We meet again Y/N" He smiled. I sat at the counter and smiled back.

"That's good."

I didn't want to bring up what Anti had said at our last dream situation. But I suppose I had no choice. Did I? I didn't think so.

"Why did you say that you're looking for him?" I asked. Anti's smile faltered and walked to the other side of the counter and spun the stool around to face him. He put both his hands on either side of the chair and leaned in. I didn't lean back this time. The exact opposite. He was taken aback from my sudden boldness. But he could have cared less.

"You think that will fix everything?" Anti asked. His voice started to get deeper and his eyes went black.

I got out of the stool and back against the wall. This is how he looked before I left. I was frozen in fear the closer he got to me. His eyes staring into mine. He leaned forward.

"Scared?" He asked with a smile.

That's it! He's like this when he's scared. There had to have been something that I could do.

I pushed him and ran up the stairs. I looked at the many doors. But all were locked. Jiggling every single handle did nothing to help me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around.

"Hello my dear Kitten."

I turned around and ran down the stairs. This isn't him, something is wrong. He only uses that name when he's....he's....Oh god.

Listen here Kitten, this was going to be for you. But now it's just for me.

Fuck that. No way in FUCKING HELL is that EVER happening again.

While caught up in my thoughts. I fell down the stairs and hit my head. I got up and tried to keep running. But I fell. Anti ran at me and stayed beside me.

"Always in your imagination."