"What are you hiding?" I ask.

"Hiding?" The Author chuckles, "you wanna see what I've been hiding?"

"My mission is the truth," I reply, "so, yes."

"I can't do that," the Author sighs.

"Why not?" I demand.

"It'll hurt you," the Author sighs.

"I need the truth," I smile, "and besides, I wanna help you."

No. I won't do it.

"Author," his voice reminds, "you can't protect her. Those she repersents, although not all female, can make their choices and be fine. Your phobia is exaggerated, but you can't protect the from it. It's their choice. Accept it. Besides, you want the pain to stop, right? Say it. Say my name. It'll numb the pain. You won't feel powerless anymore."

"I warned you," the Author removes a mask from his pocket, Gen and Edgar seem... Actually afraid. I see true fear in their eyes. They look at each other, nod, and turn into masks that go into the Author's pocket.

I didn't know they could do that.

The Author looks at me with a mad grin as he exclaims, "come! Catharsis!"

There is an explosion of ink, and then, he stands there, a mask on his face, and his form changed. I see not the Author, but a facade. It appears to be a man in his late teens. He has blood stains on his face. His grey, stormy eyes, flickering like a raging storm, gaze at me almost with kindness, but deep within, I see madness and hate. A man broken by something, but what? His skin is pale, sickly even, and his hair is matted, long, and unkempt, a dark brown in color. He wears a black jacket, unzipped, under it a black T-shirt and jeans.

"Hello old friend," he speaks calmly, restrained, as if holding something back.

"I don't know you," I reply, "but it's nice to meet you."

"Oh," he seems hurt, "you forgot me. Just like the Author. Everyone loses me, but most later than he did. I thought you would remember me as a character..."

The man sighs and continues, "my name is Catharsis. I am the sweet, numb feeling the Author feels during destruction. When he breaks this world. I am the one who numbs the pain. A pain him and I share. I know it all to well..."

"Pain?" I ask.

Catharsis sighs and I hear a somber paino instrumental as he beings to sing. The instrumental as some strings as well. It is sad and reminiscent, as if recalling something he wishes to forget...

"What does a child,
Asks of their mother?
What is it,
A mother must do?

There is something about,
A mother and her child,
A child needs that bond,
To grow.

I thought that I had,
That in my childhood,
But I wish,
I and just lived that lie.

Neglect is better than fake love.
Manipulation and facades.
The lies she used to tell,
In order to get what she wants.

There's a pain,
No child should feel,
Many felt it even worse,
Than I.

When a mother betrays,
Your trust,
Hurts you with her words,
And lies.

When she absues you,
Emotionally,
These are the words,
Of his facade.

But with the lines between us blurring,
Could there be,
Some truth here,
After all?

I knew a mother,
Who was good to her child,
But as he got older,
Things changed.

Began to abuse them,
Began to smoke pot,
And didn't give a damn,
How he felt.

She would lie, manipulate,
And threaten this child,
So the child wouldn't hurt,
Her feelings.

But why should such a child,
Play along to her game?
She absues with her words,
And she's going to pay.

There's a pain,
He got damn sick of.
The mother only cared,
About herself.

The cops corrupt,
The child trapped.
He began to go,
Insane.

He pretended to love her,
As he sought to break her facade,
But to this day,
He still plays along!

The child was emotionally abused,
By his mother,
And the mother had him,
Labled insane.

Could send him away,
With a snap of her fingers,
If she didn't like,
What he did.

So the child kept lying,
And continued to repress,
And soon,
He had no mother at all.

He took neglect over fake love,
Emotionally manipulation and abuse,
He learned the truth,
And I advise you to wise up too.

There's a pain,
No child should feel,
Many felt it even worse,
Than I.

When a mother betrays,
Your trust,
Hurts you with her words,
And lies.

When she absues you,
Emotionally,
These are the words,
Of his facade.

But with the lines between us blurring,
Could there be,
Some truth here,
After all?

As the child repressed,
And began to break down,
He looked at a world,
He had made.

He wanted to destroy it,
To numb his pain.
The world wouldn't stand a chance,
He could destroy it all.

With a few of his creations,
And calling some allies,
He could turn it all,
To ash.

There was nothing else,
He could do,
So he choose to,
Destroy it all.

So tell me Fando,
Now that know who I am,
Is there some truth,
Here after all?

I'm going to destroy it,
Like my mother destroyed me,
So tell me Fando,
Are you happy with this truth?"

Choice: I'll stop you!

Choice: This is madness!

Choice: It's not worth it.

Choice: Then how are you better?