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.: Third Person :.

Alas the summer months has came to a close. On the last weeks Six would make it ten times better so her summer wouldn't be so boring. Now they got into high school, it was pretty exciting.

It was night, everything was asleep - aside night owlers or people working at the night shift. The silence hung in the air as the wind carefully blowed through. The moon shone and illuminated the outlines of the houses below while the stars joined the nightly dance.

On such beautiful night, it seemed impossible for anything bad to happen. Two dark figures stood from the roof of a house, both of them were girls, the shadows covered their faces yet their outline was illuminated by the moon. One girl wore a dark raincoat and looked like one of the shadows, the other was a doll with a puppet like body and a mint green cloak. Both of them overlooked the community below, noticing how peaceful everything is, how it would be fun to play with the people's fear.

One of the shadowy firgures turned to the other, "You got the message from the two?"

The other figure nodded, "Oh yes. They managed to finish the project, now they are planning how to activate it."

"Great. Once they do, we head straight for the Nightmare World. I've heard they will bring someone from the Real World to that world as an experiment - we all know who we will choose."

"Yes, obviously them."

"Then once the four does, we can head up and make a deal with the two for wrecking the peaceful world."

"That is a nice plan."

"Before we do that, we need to stir fear into the mind of the other girl... Twenty-Three was her name? Like what you did the other Twenty-Three, causing her to fear of becoming a monster, but becoming the monster she never saw."

"Oh, I've started. What about you with Six?"

"Hers is a little tricky. She has the boy to lean on to. If only I could do something to break them like how I did to the other them."

"You better hurry about that, time is running short. The deadline is about to come, and not to mention a new prophecy uprised to once again destroy our plans."

"Right... No one can help them but only they... well they are in a bad shape with that prophecy."

"Especially it told about an end."

"Yes, now go. Deal with her nightmares. I will deal with Six's."

"Until we meet again Shadow Six."

"Until we meet again, Doll Twenty-Three."

Author: *gasp*

Author: Things got a little more interesting~

.: Twenty-Three's P.o.V. :.

Twenty-Three was once again in an empty dark void.

It always happens like this. All her nightmares start with an empty dark void. It wasn't surprising that she got nightmares now, most of them was a replay in the Incident... But this was about the scariest she ever faced.

Like always, Twenty-Three wondered around the dark void. She couldn't see anything or herself - which made the nightmare much scarier. With only using her sense of touch Twenty-Three knew she was barefoot and that caused to sting her soles from the cold metal floor. It was painful and it almost made her think she was not even dreaming.

She continued to walk aimlessly until she hit a wall, hitting her forehead while doing so. "Ow," she mumbled while rubbing her forehead. Weird, mostly when she got hurt her dream would end.

Very weird.

Twenty-Three spead out her arms to the wall, like the floor it was metal and freakishly cold, her warm fingers bolted from the icy-like wall. Twenty-Three roamed her hands on the wall and started walking to the right. The wall continued until her hand fell off, meaning that was the end of the wall. Twenty-Three reached out to feel the corner of the wall and roamed again while tracing the metal wall.

Then she tripped on something.

It caused a clatter to the void and Twenty-Three stumbled. She turned to where the clatter came from and patted the ground for it. She then felt something round and with a handle, she felt it more and realized it was an oil lamp.

She pulled it close and felt for the knob to turn it on, she found it anf turned it, Twenty-Three feared it must ran out of oil. On the fourth turn the oil lamp burned a flame inside, giving off a warm orange glow.

Twenty-Three's shoulders sank when the light came, finally she would be able to see. She rose from the ground and stretched out her hand holding the lamp, she saw crates and metal pipes. Some leaking and watery puddles.

Twenty-Three furrowed her eyebrows, this place is unfamiliar.

She trod on, the lamp now illuminating the way and Twenty-Three saw more crates, water puddles, or piles of garbage. It was really cold and she was glad she was wearing her hoodie, and the hood over her head making her feel encased and safe.

Something caught Twenty-Three's eye in the corner and she stopped, she turned and rose her oil lamp. Gasping as she covered her mouth.

There was blood was on the wall, written down in sketchy letters as the slowly blood dripped down.

'Their end is your end.'

'Curse'

'Fear her'

'Fear them all'

'Little nightmares'

'Broken hearts'

'Shattered promises'

'It will be all your fault'

'You'll be a wolf in sheep's clothing.'

Twenty-Three shook her head and looked away, it was disturbing to see and it seemed like it was talking about her. Before she could even move she felt an aura behind her, she slowly turned but got incased in the darkness.

Twenty-Three yelped before her sight became dark.

Twenty-Three gasped before she could see again. She was now lying down and her hand was still on the oil lamp. It was very dark and her oil lamp's flame died out. Twenty-Three shivered from the gloom and the cold of the void around her. The words still stung her mind... Is something bad will happen... and it will be all her fault?

Twenty-Three shook her head, impossible, she wouldn't do anything bad to her friends. Never.... right?

She stood up and turned to oil lamp on, the light filled once again and she gasped, taking a step back to the thing in front of her,

There was a carcass in the ground, stabbed and torn to bits. Blood spreaded out from the body and tainted the floor. Twenty-Three inched away from the carcass and yelped to see another one, yet this one was a shattered doll.

Twenty-Three looked at the floor to see bloody footprints, she was stepping on one. She quickly inched back and noticed that the footprint was the same size as hers.

Probably just some coincidence...

Twenty-Three ignored the two dead bodys and carried on, if she only knew. That wasn't the last of them.

The more Twenty-Three walked on, the more bloody footsteps she saw. Dead dolls children were shattered everywhere and torn from their bodies. There was even dead children, all stabbed like the first one Twenty-Three saw.

She was walking through heavy carnage of a massacre.

"Help me..."

Twenty-Three jolted from the sound and quickly turned off her light, if there was something scary is that finding a person in a carnage. Since you never know it was that person who caused the killings.

"Save me..."

The voice seemed familiar, but was wrapped in fear so it was hard to figure out where and when did she heard this.

"I'm sorry... So so sorry..."

The voice weeped, Twenty-Three carefully inched to the sound and saw some light in the centre of the room, she made her way to see more children and dolls stacked up to each other like little hills. Twenty-Three shivered and walked on to the edge.

What she saw... Surprised her.

A girl who looked just like Twenty-Three weeped, she was in the middle of all the carnage and Twenty-Three could see blood in her clothing. She wore a mint green cloak like at Twenty-Three nightmares and a white dress with a gold belt.

Her face was covered from her hands as she weeped on the floor, beside her was a bloody umbrella, blood pooled out from the pointy tip.

"Why do I get this nightmare all the time?....." the girl wondered out loud while looking over the carnage, frowning at the three freshest one, "Why?... Why does it show you three dead?..."

Twenty-Three's eyebrows raised as she saw what she was looking at, she couldn't see it well but Twenty-Three knew it was... Oh god.

Six, Seven, and Mono. All were dead.

"I am scared.... scared this..." girl said while looking over the carnage, frowning like she was the one who did all that, "Would happen."

The girl continued to weep, while Twenty-Three froze in place. Who is this girl? Why does she look like her? And why... Why is her friends on the floor, dead?

Watch... Just watch...

Twenty-Three jolted from the new voice and looked around, but she was cut off when the girl started talking again.

"You were my best friends...... I was scared.... that.... I might hurt you..."

The girl chuckled dryly while wiping her eyes, "If only you three can hear me now.... But I know I am just confessing to nothing but carnage of children I don't know but killed anyways," she said while looking back to the dead three.

"Six... You knew how I felt, and we would always look out for each other..."

"Seven... You make any situation lighter, crack up a joke when any of us are sad..."

Then she frowned again, "And... Mono...." tears streamed down her face while her eyes fogged, "You... you cared for me.... I wish I said yes to your question...." she sobbed, "I was scared I'd hurt you... that's why I pushed myself away... I'm so so sorry..."

Twenty-Three frowned, she felt the heavy and gloomy aura come back again behind her back and she turned, jolting to see Doll Twenty-Three not that far from her.

"She is so helpless... Isn't she?"

"What do you want?" Twenty-Three asked, Doll Twenty-Three ignored that question and walked closer to where Twenty-Three stood.

"She turned to a monster without even realizing it. She was a nice child, until she got the truth."

"She was loved once by a boy. But she broke his heart without realizing it - and when she did, it was too late to come back," Doll Twenty-Three continued, "Ran away from her friends, fear of breaking their trust when she'd lash out."

"Why are you even telling me the story of a girl I don't even know?" Twenty-Three asked. Doll Twenty-Three smirked, "Oh... But that girl... You know her so well."

"Because..."

"That girl is you."

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Ooof.

Who was the girl weeping really? What did Doll Twenty-Three and Shadow Six mean?

I don't control you. Told ya this is angstier.

AnD iT's JuST BeGInNInG.

Bye!

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