(Tom's POV)

I slowly make my way to the living room, the grotesque images still swirling in my mind. I stretch a bit to take my mind off of my thoughts, hearing popping and cracking from my stiff limbs. It's eerily empty and dark in the hallway despite it being morning. I should ask Tord. I have to ask Tord.

"Do you really?"

I freeze up. I look around carefully, my migraine still pounding. Who said that? It sounds vaguely familiar.
"Who...?" I asked a bit hushed. I heard giggling in my mind, but nothing answered. I wait a few seconds longer. Freaked out, I hurry to the couch where Tord was sleeping. I look over the couch and see him looking peaceful with his mouth slightly open. I slap his face to wake him up. His eyes fly open.

"HVA I HELVETE!?" He exclaimed, sitting up. I snort a little, forgetting the creepy voice for a bit.
"Morning Sunshine Lollipops." I said with a smirk. He growls at me and flops back down on the couch.
"Just let me sleep...you were so loud last night..." he said with a muffled voice.
"About that, do you remember what I did last night?" I asked, remembering the real reason why I woke him up. He groans in annoyance.

"You came back, dropped your flask like an idiot, asked me if I said anything, and went back to your room. Then an hour later you left again. You kept me up all night witness..." he replied lazily. "When you came back, you kinda looked sober, but you had some stains on your shirt. I assumed it was wine or something."
I didn't drink any wine though. I don't drink wine at all.
"Oh, uh, thanks I guess." I said absentmindedly, still thinking about what he said.

I left and went back to my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the clothes I wore last night. Strange, I don't remember taking a shower or changing either. I walk over to see the stains that the commie was talking about. Picking up the shirt, I see red staining the front in a splash. I touch the stain, it feels rough and stiff. I immediately drop the shirt. That's fucking blood. Did I fucking murder someone? I'm freaking out internally and my mind is a jumble. Strings of curses are flowing in my brain. Shitshitshitshitfuckshitfuckshi—

"Jeez, do you ever shut up?" I yelp, hearing a bored sigh from the voice.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked.
"Oh, you finally respond with a full sentence! Question— I'll take it," It laughs.
"Answer the question!" I growled.
"Fine, I am your inner monster. I'm inside your head."
"What...?"
"Imagine me as an animal side. Your...how to say... wild side."
"I'm feeling crazy talking to nothing...is there a way we could talk face-to-face?" I said, running my hand through my hair. I hear it giggling again.
"Alrighty, if you say so host," Then I fall to the ground, blackness covering my vision.