"They sent him away, to find them a fortune.....a chest filled with diamonds and gold.." 

Spirit held up his hands to show what he had made to his imaginary friend. He was holding a grey and orange orb and a light blue and white one. It patted his head and little Spirit giggled happily. 

"The house was awake, with shadows and monsters. The hallways; they echoed and groaned."

Spirit peeked past his door frame and saw blood run along the hallway. He yelped and hid, being terrified. 

"I sat alone, in bed 'till the morning. I'm crying; 'They're coming for me!'."

Spirit sat in his bed, sobbing out of pure fear. "It's gonna get me...it's gong to kill me..." He sobbed. It hard everything. It felt bad. It said sorry the only way it knew how. 

"and I tried to hold these secrets inside, but my my mind's like a deadly disease.". 

Spirit didn't dare say a word as Traitor scolded him about using his puppeteer powers, and about not telling him. Spirit didn't bother listening either, he was focused on the thousands of thoughts buzzing in his head.  It watched, knowing this was it's fault. 

..We're so similar..

"We're so similar....it's....stunning actually.." :) 

"And a bit funny.."

"Both unable to feel true happiness." :) 

"Do you take pills to stay happy too?"

"No. I never am really happy. It's just my tone of voice that makes me seem happy." :)

"Oh. Do you try to make people happy and they just...ignore 

every 

single 

thing you do for them?

"Yes." :( 

"...Wow.....We're similar."

'Surprising.....huh? You imagined every bit of me. I'm going to understand you better than any one will.'