Pit dropped the book and stumbled backwards, covering his mouth. What happened here?!! What was going on?!! His hand shot out to support himself and his palm hit the wall. It felt....warm....

He looked up and saw the walls changing from the trailer walls to a red soft material that looked like the insides of a human body. The material pulsed and started to pump a red liquid as it spread through the trailer.

Pit screamed with terror and jumped back again. He felt like he was gonna puke.

He ran to the door and opened it, running through, before it turned into the squishy material.

It followed him, grabbing his ankles, sneaking up his legs. Pit screamed with terror as the wet-like red creature wrapped around his waist and snuck up the back of his sweater. It was hot and icky.

For some reason, as the material reached his neck and started to rise up his chest, he remembered once when he accidentally cut himself when he was cooking. He was using a knife to cut some onions, and the tears in his eyes blinded him. The knife had scraped off the skin from the inside of his hand, in-between his pointer finger and his thumb. He remembered that the blood was sticky, warm, and wet.

As the material around him started to cover his face, he suddenly realized...

This...was human organs....

The warm feeling on his lips was sickening. Blood tried to seep into his firmly-shut eyes. He felt something grab his arms and he suddenly felt cold.

The organs around him turned to water, he was freezing, and he regretted opening his mouth.

He couldn't breathe.

He struggled against the arms, convinced they were trying to drown him.

"Pit!! Pit!!"

The angel coughed up water as his lungs hit icy air.

"Oh my god!! Are you okay?!"

Pit felt himself being pulled from the icy waters and onto the cold, snow-covered ground.

He coughed again and looked up, "Gear?"

"Jesus...what the hell were you doing?! You looked like you were killing yourself!!"

"I...." The angel was so confused. "What?"

The young man ignored him and took off his coat, wrapping it around Pit.

"Can you stand?" There was fear in Gear's voice.

"I--"

"Can you stand?!!"

"I-I think so!" Now that he said it, he wasn't so sure. His legs felt frozen, he felt like he couldn't move.

Gear forcefully pulled him up and Pit found himself clutching onto his arm, his legs shaking.

"Oh, for the love...come on!" Gear lifted up Pit, bridal style, making the young angel squeak.

Pit's vocal cords couldn't make any words after that as Gear ran off. Buildings blurred past, Pit squeezed his eyes shut, wind piercing his face like tiny glass daggers. Then, Pit felt the speed drop, all the way to a stop.

He heard a screech and his eyes shot open, looking up.

The creature from before started down at him, without eyes. It's skinless body pulsing, the metal objects in its fingers started to dig into Pit's skin. The angel screamed and pushed himself from its arms.

Pit's face hit the snow-covered slushy road and the creature screamed again. Pit stumbled up and started to run as fast as his frozen body would let him.

Some neon lights in the distance caught his eye and he willed his legs to pump faster. His own breathing caught in his ears as he came to a small rudded-down building. He pulled opened the door and pulled it shut behind him. He looked back and saw the handle was a loop. His eyes darted to the ground and he picked up a wooden plank, shoving through the hole of the handle and backing away as the front entrance banged with the force of the creature on it.

Pit gasped for breath and he finally calmed, a sad trumped noise filling his ears.

'Dream Land Theme...' He thought to himself. The trumpet was playing it slower then the original tempo. The entire thought left his mind as it came. He turned around and he saw he was in....oh boy....

He didn't know who, but some people wouldn't like knowing that he was in a strip club.

To his left, the wall curved inwards, showing off a bar with neon lights on the walls, giving the bartender a black silhouette. To his right, a man in a red and black marching band outfit (with white accents) played the trumpet, his marching hat over his eyes. In the middle, there was a table with a pole.

"What are you doing here?"

Pit turned to the bartender and slowly walked forward, talking, "There were these....creatures and....I ran in here."

The bartender nodded and Pit sat down at one of the worn-down stools. The bartender was tall, lean, and his face was straight. His white hair was slicked back and his mustache was neat and long. He has small specks that were tucked into his vest pocket. The vest was gray with white vertical stripes and he wore a long, white-sleeved shirt under the vest, with black pants and dress shoes. He was cleaning a shot glass with a space-colored handkerchief.

"Care for a drink?"

Pit nodded and the bartender handed him a shot glass with a reddish-pinkish liquid in it.

"They call this the Drink of the Gods."

Pit simply took the glass and threw his head back and gulped down the drink. He put the glass, upside down, and lay his head on the bar table, closing his eyes....