"So, do you like the outside world~?" Damien smirks at me.

Apparently, Damien will have one of his friends to pick us up and that person will also join us for dinner. I'm thankful at the slightest, the last thing I would want is a one on one dinner with him. That thought alone gives me the heeby jeebies.

Wilford stands behind Damien, and he looks down at me with a threatening glance. I need to pick my words wisely.

"Damien, I can't answer that because I haven't seen enough to properly answer." I reply to him in my best Irish accent. Thankfully, I'm part Irish so I can somewhat pull this off.

Damien only chuckles as his response and Will gives me a reassured look, I return the same.

"Ah, there she is~." Damien purrs looking past me.

"She..?"

With the gates being wide open, a black car drives up into the driveway and stops in front of us.

"Hiya~!"

To my surprise, in the front seat, is Amy! Except, she's not.

"Jada, this is Damy. Damy, Jada. You two, deserve to finally meet~."

Damy still has the same black, long, wavy hair as Amy does, but her eyes are completely black. She wears a black fashionable choker with patterned lace on the top and bottom of it. She has a black jacket and a red fancy top with laces and cuffs patterned around.

"Nice to meet you! Come on in, this will be a different type of ride...~"

The way she says that gives me chills down my spine. The eerie aura in the air doesn't make me feel comfortable at all, but I have no choice but to climb in. I can't turn away.

The seats are luxurious yet comfortable, and the scent inside the car is rich. But I can handle it.

I climb in the backseat and sit behind Damy, and Wilford sits behind Damien who is currently in the passenger seat.

I get an odd feeling with the people in the car, and this unsettles me. Mainly because of the appearance. Tonight is the night to try and figure out where everyone is. Although the car is warm, I shiver coldly. I'm nervous, and scared. I'm dealing with demons here, I'm so scared that I'll screw it all up, and I'll end up failing!

Breathe Jada, breathe.

I look out the windows, and I slowly begin to calm down as I watch the land and world zip past the car. Watching as things go past me, I put music in my ears.

My breathing begins to steady and my heart rate slows down to normality. I shut my heavy, tired eyes, and the world zones out.

* * *

Poke, poke

"Wake up!"

My eyes slowly flutter open and I yawn tiredly. I register easy enough that the vehicle has stopped, and we've arrived at the restaurant.

"About bloody time..."

My focus drifts upward to Damy opening the door for me, so I unbuckle the seatbelt and climb out.

"Welcome to the city~."

I look around to show, it's not as chaotic as what I thought it would be, but that's probably because the chaos is calming down after time or something.

The streets and building are damaged from overtime but people seem to casually walk the streets like at home. But there is still a couple people around who choose to be insane. Chaos running in their blood.

The sky is as red as ever, and the black clouds drift above. Cars constantly zip past the speeding limit, and planes fly high and low to random places that they choose. I couldn't bear to imagine how chaotic this world was before. Just the thought of how bad it could've been reminds me about the awful nightmare back with Anti.

Anti...

"This place is unique to you, huh? It's a strange world~." Dark Amy chuckles a toothy grin, admiring the view.

"We should go inside, it's much better in there!" Wilford jumps with excitement.

Wilford's excitement sometimes feels too much for me, because he has a way to easily change his mood. But that only feels pushed. Forced. The mood is dull and doesn't feel right to be colorful at this moment. But he's a fucking living carnival at this rate.

Damien has a way to easily change the mood too but its completely different from Wilford. The three seem to already be walking inside, and it will feel too tense if I stay outside. This world still doesn't feel that safe.

I quickly run in behind Damien and enter the building for safety. But it isn't that safe.

But it seems the tension only increases. And everyone in the building seems to know who I am.

As if the minute I walk into the building, people who are minding their own business focuses onto me. The sound of chatter quietens from my sight.

Glaring, angry, flamed, looks. As we walk through the restaurant, I feel deeply uncomfortable as eyes of all sorts piece me from every corner and angle. Looking down and following their feet makes me feel better, if at all.

They all know who I am, they stare at me as I pass by, a desperation to hurt and kill me hungers in their eyes.

I feel uncomfortable by this, especially by the fact that these are people I recognize. People I know and love, that I respect and support. Yet those people aren't them. That's not who they are.

We sit down at a small table at the back of the room, Damy and Wilford sit at the other side of the table across me and Damien.

"This place is lovely! Wouldn't you agree~?"

Apart from the constant stares that people are still zapping me, the restaurant has a nice old, relaxing theme to it with calming music from a jukebox nearby. The lights give a gloomy atmosphere lighting or in Damien's case, romantic. The tables are smooth with a dark wood and are shiny yet reflective. The smell of food drifts behind us, but the uneasy feeling in my chest takes away the sensation to eat instantly.

"Damien, the girl doesn't look so good." Wilford scoffs, my head snaps angrily in his direction.

"What's the problem? You don't look that comfortable, as much as you should be~."

Damien and the other two catch onto me and I soon realize my hands are shaking. I need to say something. Even though asking him is the last thing I want to do.

I open my mouth, but I don't get a chance to speak my word. An object is thrown against my head and I flinch, my head moving down from the force.

"Ow..." I whimper rubbing my head.

I look down, and it was a rusted dagger. But my head feels cut into. It feels cold from the spot it got hit. I plastic container fails to reach our distance next.

Damien looks behind us, a furious look on his face. "Do NOT throw objects at her~!" His snap in anger is what I'm used to, and I'm glad he's done so.

"Thanks Damien..." I mumble.

I let out a sigh, and lean back in my chair. I let my weight sink into the chair and I look behind me to the restaurant.

It seems to have calmed down, not as many people are staring at me, most of the diner was before. Actually, the whole diner was before. But there are still a couple people who are staring, others have minded their own business for now.

* * *

So far, things have been calm and complex. Eating food that we decide to pick and choose, my thoughts have always stuck to one thing. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't let it go.

Chatter is currently spread throughout with Damy, Wilford and Damien while I tried to keep quiet to myself. Tried. The three would notice my quietness so they would try to make small talk with me. But I would only reply with small sentence answers, if I rarely build into a conversation for a couple seconds.

At this point, Damy has moved her complete focus to the outside and Wilford has moved out of his spot for his own reasoning. If I'm going to ask about the building of Mark's Egos, I have to do it now.

"Hey, Damien..."

He looks down at me from the desperate whisper, the sly grin he gives me makes this feel much more tense. But if I screw this up, it'll be the death of me.

"What's the matter~?"

I take a deep breath and clear my throat. The mood between us seems to get much more serious. I hate it so much, I want to get it over and done with.

"I've only seen this from one of Mark's videos, but you have this huge office with the other Egos right?"

He hesitates which makes me anxious, staring down at me with his black aura making him twitch and intensify.

"What's your point~?"

This is the point where I have to play pretend and act interested with his games. I have to act like I'm willing to get to know things but I can't make it obvious.

I give him a warm generous smile. "I find it interesting with some of the things I know you do. And I was kind of hoping to see what your office is like and maybe meet the other Egos. Besides, your world is an odd place, but it's not bad. Do you think we would be able to go there after dinner?"

Damien peers down at me, my hands sweat and dare to quiver under the table as he tries to read my lie. If he catches onto me I'll be dead for sure. Please, please no. Everything has lead to this moment, I don't want it to be taken away...

Defeated, he scoffs and turns away. "If you will be asking anybody, you need Damy's permission~."

God fucking dammit...

Damy perks her head toward us from hearing her name, interested in whatever we have been talking about.

"So Damy, I asked Damien if I could go to the building of Mark's Egos after dinner but he told me to ask you."

To this, she blinks at me merely confused. "Of all places, why~?"

"I wanted to see what the other Egos are like, and I also want to try and get out as much as I can."

To this, her and Damien exchange glances which makes me nervous. If she says no...

"Do you mind if you can excuse yourself? Me and Damien want to talk in depth~."

Her tone is chilling enough, but I flash them a smile and push myself away from the table. I pick up my bag and turn my back to them, walking off toward the bathroom.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Hope for the best, don't think negative. Remember what Jack always tells you. PMA. PMA. PMA. PMA. Positive Mental Attitude.

I walk into the bathroom and stand by the sink. In the mirror I see myself, dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, and although some would say that I look nice, I would rather think oppositely. I'm a disgusting mess.

I let out a sigh, putting my gloves into the bag and turning the tap of the sink on. I shut my eyes and crouch down to splash my face.

The water is cold yet refreshing, and it's exactly what I needed. Cooling down from the paranoia. Worry seeps away as I space out with the water.

I stand back up and rub my eyes, letting out another breath. I move my hands away and look back in the mirror, but my body freezes cold.