Leila's P.O.V.

"Hello there, young one." I quickly turn around to see I'm in the same room as before with Zalgo.

"Hey there." I greeted him back. "So, what am I doing here now?"

"What's the rush? I enjoy our little talks." He placed his hands together.

"Talks? As in plural? I've only talked to you once." I said more in a question form rather than a statement.

"Oh, yes. Right." He said slyly, smiling. I squinted at him.

"Could we hurry this up, Zalgo? We didn't exactly have enough time last time to finish our conversation."

"Yes, of course." He sighed. "Well, you know those dreams you've been having?" I thought about this for a while. The dreams always left as quickly as they came. I felt a small pang in my chest as I remember my most recent victim and the image I saw of Araceli, my sister.

"I- I don't really remember." He snapped his right hand and held up a finger.

"Yes! Precisely! That is my point here." He placed his hands back together in classic 'evil-villain' form. "I am going to let you remember those."

"What? But, won't the Bastard gt super upset and what-not?" I asked, confused.

"Oh no no, don't fret. You've already seen these. Therefore, you already remember them, you just... How do I put it? Ah, It just got lost in your mind." He smiled, proud of himself. I smiled slightly and shrug my shoulders.

"Alright, whatever. That's fine with me. As long as I can regain myself quicker and beat that douche into a bloody pulp." Zalgo laughed.

"You and I both know that won't happen." I blushed slightly.

"It was a joke, of course I knew." Zalgo pulled up the sleeve and looked at his plain wrist. "There's no-" A silver watch appeared on his wrist. "That works too..." I mumbled.

"I'm afraid it's time for me to go again." He smiled that squinty smile of his."'til next time." He snapped his fingers and I fell to the floor once again, everything going black.

Third Person P.O.V. The creature of utmost terror, Zalgo, sat in his throne once again. Placing his hand on his forehead, he sighed.

"How did it go, sir?" Spoke the pasta with blue dress and midnight black hair that had it's signature tiara placed atop.

"It went well, Elane." Her lord answered, not removing the hand from his forehead.

"Are you alright?" Elane asked.

"Yes yes, this is really starting to tire me." Zalgo looked up. "You are suppose to be helping Mr.Widemouth at this moment, arn't you?" Elane glanced at the clock Zalgo insisted on keeping in the room and panicked.

"Yes, you are right! Apologies sir, but I must be off." She hurried out of the room. Zalgo looked at the spot she was just moments before and smiled to himself. For, he knew what he would have to do. And he loved the thought of it, but it would take time and preparation. Not only that, but someway to convince the proxy of it.

Zalgo sighed. This plan was going to take him a while.

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but I had to get this one in to continue with the main plot. *Sort of hint hint*But the character in the 3rd Person's P.O.V. is Elane The Lost Princess, created by @Glitterstar56 (WattPad) So, if you wish to read about her, it's on her account. Thank you all for reading and commenting! It means a lot to me!)