A door closed softly. You stood there hand pressing softly against the wooden frame of the door. A smirk resting on your features as you left out a pent up laugh. All these memories you had thought you had buried only to be brought back forcibly. You turned and walked, walking past doors left and right. Why bother? You thought to yourself.

(Y/n):I'm tired of this already. Will someone or something show me how to get the hell out of here?!

Your anger bubbled in your chest. You brought a hand to you face covering it. You say there trying to regain a grip as you heard a soft whisper. You turned your head slightly looking between. Your fingers at another door. It was separated from the others residing next to a large oak tree. It seemed so familiar, but like all life in this realm it was burnt to a crisp. You released your grip on your face and walked to the door. You took a grip on the handle before throwing the door open. The door swung inwards cracking as it slammed into a invisible wall. You needed to get a grip or you would wind up like Stein. The view in front of you was something you didn't expect. It was you of course wearing a your black parade outfit.

(Y/n):Wow that feels like so long ago...

Your younger self by a matter of two or three years was leaning against a large oak tree. Your hand unconsciously reached out and rested on the ashy bark of the oak to your left. Someone shouted from within the memory and your younger self turned. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched a younger version of Emma run up to him.

Young Emma:Hi there! You're (Y/n) right?

Your character gave a confused look at the energetic girl.

Young (Y/n):Wait.... don't tell me-

Young Emma:As of today mister I'm your Meister!

Your younger self analyzed the girl before breaking into a small smile and holding hand.

Young (Y/n):Nice to meet you. You must be Emma. I guess we will see how far this partnership will take us right Em?

Wow. When was the last time you called her Em. In all aspects you could say the partnership became more than just school partners. The memory begins to fade and you reach in the memory to grip the handle and pull the cracked door closed.

???:You two were so close weren't you?

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. A shaky smile spread across your face and the metal handle in your palm began to dent from pressure. Your gaze turned to the left and someone rested against the tree. It was your target Medusa.

Medusa:I'll condone what you had before, but your mine now, understand?

You summoned your blade in your hand and spun the weapon thrusting it into Medusa and burying it into the decayed tree. You smirked as you looked up only to grow horrified. Your blade was protruding out of the stomach of your miester Emma. You shakily let loose your grip on the handle hoping the blade would dissolve, but it stayed firmly planted into the bark of the dead tree. Medusa gave a spine chilling chuckle into your ear, but you disregarded it. You took a grip on the handle furiously attempting to remove the blade and somehow find a way to save your miester. You watched a pale hand rest on your clutched fists. You breathed out softly as another hand gripped your chin and lifted your head to meet Emma's dull eyes. She smiled despite the trickle of blood running down her chin.

Emma:Don't. There's no saving me now.

Tears began to flow down your cheeks on their own. Your voice came out in a broken whisper.

(Y/n):Don't say that. I-I can't lose you again.

Emma:You haven't lost me yet. I can save you from t-this. I-I just need you to t-trust.

She grew weaker with each sentence. Something nagged at the back of your mind that this wasn't real, but overcome at seeing your miester "die" for a second time you refused to listen to reason.

Emma:I can help you e-escape this. H-Here.

From out of thin air Emma suddenly was in the possession of a perfect red apple. 

Emma:J-Just take a b-bite.

You reached out for the fruit. As soon as you grazed it you heard a yell from behind you. The apple revealed itself as a blue soul before dissolving. Emma and your blade went up in smoke as well. You turned on a heel to see a tall figure cloaked with his mouth and chin showing. 

???:I can't believe you let yourself fall this far to madness.

That voice. You knew the voice, but the face was lost in the recess of your mind. Maybe one of those doors held the answer, but you were already done with this horrible world. The voice belonged to your uncle. The man who took you in after your family abandoned you.

Uncle:I taught you so much and to let you fall this far... i don't know who to be more disappointed in you or me.

(Y/n):Why are you here? You're not real. Nothing here is real! I'm going crazy trying to find my way out of the perfect trap, my own mind!

Your uncle sat through the outburst before speaking.

Uncle:I know you've been influenced by madness, I've seen it happen a thousand times... even to your own father. The souls of the (L/n) family are unlike any other and yet so many of us have fallen into the depths of insanity never to climb back out.

(Y/n):Why are our souls different?

You had never seen your uncle this serious before further pushing the already known fact he was a vision from your memory. 

Uncle:Our ancestors were apart of an elite group of weapons and miesters known as the Swiss Guard. You know of them correct?

(Y/n):They protect the life of the pope-

Uncle:Precisely, but our family had another purpose. Our sole duty was to protect the pope from the madness of this world. After generations of serving one of our ancestors received a blessing from the pope on his or her very soul that would act as a shield on madness. A way to capture and expel madness in its finest form. Everyone in the family since then has the blessing on their soul, except for your father. He left the guard in disgrace and conceived you with a woman he barely knew, your mother. His tainted soul passed on to you, but i refused to accept my nephew would fall to madness so i took you in on the request of my brother.

(Y/n):What did you say? My father hated me and kicked me out, 

Uncle:Your father was many things, but the man I knew would never hate. The madness found a place in his tainted soul and affected his behavior. I took you in after he couldn't take hurting you anymore. I know it sounds cliche, but he loved you to the point of sending you away from harm.

(Y/n):I wont accept that! The torment I went through, the beatings, how can he say it was out of love and expect me to just forgive him?!

Uncle:You don't have to. Hmm i don't have much time. Listen to my (Y/n) you ned to take this. 

From within his cloak your uncle pulled a white apple. You took a step back.

(Y/n):Do you expect me to fall for that a second time?

Uncle:You nearly did the first time if it hadn't been for me. Now take the thing.

You gripped the fruit.

Uncle:I'll show you the way out of this hellhole and i want you to eat that apple. It wont stop the madness already corrupting your mind, but it will strengthen the blessing on your soul and help your expel the madness of the world. 

(Y/n):That's impossible. The world is corrupted, not a person or two, the entire world is suffering from some degree of insanity. How am I suppose to capture and expel that.

Uncle:The technology is at your finger tips. Now take this knowledge and go save the world. Cause literally the world is counting on you, even me so don't screw it up.

You smiled as a bit of the uncle you remembered shined through that cold exterior. Your uncle waved his hand and a door rose from the ground. It was just a birch wood door with a gold handle. You gripped the handle and nodded at your uncle one last time before walking though the door. You found yourself in a swamp covered in a thick fog. The tree were the weirdest part. Instead of branches they were arrows. You couldn't speculate any further as you looked down and spotted the white fruit. You brought it to your nose and smelled it. It had no smell to it, but the skin was perfectly white with no signs of stress or bruising. you brought it to your lips only to hear voices in the distance. You looked at the apple softly before pocketing it and walking in the direction of the two voices. Yeah there were two a girl and a man. You saw the forms of a young girl and a man through the fog.

???:- lover.

Isn't she a little young to have a lover? Then that's when it hit you. Through the fog your could see the child form of Medusa talking to that nutjob of a doctor Stein. 

(Y/n):I've always wanted a surprise entrance.

You straightened yourself and put on your best smirk. The madness took over the rest as your pupils dilated and your smiled grew more sickly. 

(Y/n):Aww I thought I was your favorite Medusa sweetie.

You stepped through the fog into the opening. Medusa turned to you and gave a smirk of her own.

Medusa:I like to play with my toys (Y/n). You know me enough to figure that darling.