{A/N: Sorry if it's a bit short doods but I kinda have writers block at the moment. Hopefully there should be a longer chapter up soon. Thanks for being amazing doods. Squeaks 😊)

The sword. It was like a weapon designed to mirror his soul. It would obey its master's every incentive. But the question was: would the one who wielded it have that incentive? To kill. He stood up, surveying his surroundings. A cold metal cell. A female in the corner, cowering before him. A different version to events now passed. FireSpark. He smiled sadistically. Now she was hopeless before him. The sword wavered in his hand, before it came down to strike. Suddenly, colours warped and stretched around him, thrusting him through different aspects of his mind. Memories. Heat. Blood. Hurt. Pain. Joy. Fear. And doubt. So much doubt. Doubt of his abilities. Doubt of whether he could defeat the known enemy. The memories screamed at him; begging to be noticed. Contemplated. He ignored them and they disintegrated, falling into an abyss in his own mind. In that abyss great fears and hopes lay broken, bodies crumbling down into the sandy grit that swirled within it's darkest reaches. Insanity may be of the essence in this demented wasteland, but he knew there was always hope. Then, he saw a figure of his imagination up ahead, crouched over, surveying their reflection. He walked to their sillohuette, but the closer he got, the further away they were. He paused, and waited for them to come to him. They stood up and he saw a face overcast in shadows. Sky's face. There were people running around them; dull sounds throbbing through the air, smudges of people. He walked forward and the sword ran him through. Sky slumped forward into the blade. Though he was dead, his words were being broadcast through his mind. "No Ian. Please...If you ever need anything, we're here for you...There's still hope...RUN!" The words echoed around and he realised they were from his memories. "Oh my god...Don't do this...Please! Stop!" He tilted his head to one side as Sky's blood dribbled down the blade's cool metal sheen and stained his hand. It was warm. Sticky. It smelt sickening.

He drew away as Sky fell to the ground, his words still being said from a non-existent mouth. "I will stand by you...TY! GET BACK HERE!" Memories of better times. Darkness fell around them as screams pierced the thick, inky blackness. He wiped the blood from his sword and caught a glimpse of his reflection. A pair of crooked eyes full of confusion and hurt stared back at him. 'Is this how I appear to others?' He asked himself. 'A confused man unsure of his identity. Friend or foe?...Friend or foe...' He turned his attention back to the once more changing scenery. Now he was in a familiar room. It had a warm, comforting feel about it. He could see two people a few feet away from him. One was a man in a ripped and torn suit; the other a female with auburn hair and brown eyes, with a wolf's tail whisking around her legs. His eyes widened as they leaned in. Then they narrowed. "No." He hissed, running forward and slashing his sword through the illusion. He was so confused. There were conflicting thoughts clouding his head and judgement. He shook his head furiously, feeling himself slip in and out of the two conciousness'. These shifts were becoming more painful. "You're stronger than me. That's what you think isn't it?" He whispered. "You're wrong. Herobrine lied to you." He gritted his teeth in pain as the other spoke out. "No! You're lying. I was always stronger than you!" A bolt of pain struck his skull and he heard the blood rushing in his ears as he stumbled forward. Head pounding, he fought for control. "I was always stronger. Not you SSundee..."

Ian sat bolt upright in his bed, heart racing. His breathing was fast and sweat was cold on his body. He closed his eyes in the blackness and took a deep breath. His dreams had been becoming more and more confusing lately. To the point where it scared him. The crevice in his mind where the two consciousness' were stitched together was coming loose. He was losing control. He felt soft fur rub against his skin and kept his eyes shut. "Ian? Are you ok?" He was dimly aware that he was shaking. "I-I think so..." SSundee felt horrible lying to FireSpark, but he needed to protect her. She sighed. "Ok. But if you ever need anything, I'm here for you." She turned over and went back to sleep, but Ian lay awake for many hours. What FireSpark had said was eerily close to what Sky had said as SSundee had stabbed him in his dream. Ian sighed wearily. "More like a nightmare." He said to himself. He stayed awake because of his fear. His only fear. It had been haunting him and provoking him more and more lately as his dreams and life spiralled further out of his reach. The fear that he would someday lose control forever, and become the person he feared most. Derp SSundee.