(Y/n)'s P.O.V
Taking my nails I continued to claw and rake them along the trunk of the tree. The rustling of some leaves made me more alert. Cheshire smirking, I turned myself invisible. Then I pushed myself against the tree, giggling. One of them came over to investigate.

Backing up more, I was able to grab ahold of one of the branches. Now I could see which one it was. Oh, my victim right now is Ink. He was oh so nervous. HAHAHAHA! Weakling, if that was me I would be holding a weapon; figuring out what it was. Or in this case who it was. Right now he was below me, so I took a twig and threw it at him.

Ink was more nervous, slowly becoming scared. What I want obeys to my horror, even if they don't want to. "hehehehe," I laughed, my voice echoing all over the place. Tears began to form in his eye-sockets, all because of me. Right now, I'm so proud! He's going to cry and I am going to enjoy watching it.

Ink's P.O.V
I was so freaked out, all the others who were awake sent me over here. Calm down Ink, just calm down. Nothing is actually there, it's just something I think is there. Now go check out that tree. Pointing my dimmed flashlight at it, I see a thinned line of roots making their way up the tree. Roots aren't supposed to go up. So I got closer to the tree.

But when I checked again, they weren't there anymore. It is as if they vanished from existence. Cautiously I patrolled the rest of the tree trunk, before returning to the spot. My hands were beginning to shake. Jumping back, I notice a twig had hit me. Who threw it? Or possibly what threw it?

"hehehehe," A voice laughed insanely, depriving me into to old, harsh memories. Of when I fought against Error, Nightmare, and the others. T-to many painful flashbacks! I began to cry, hoping whatever it was would go away. Hoping it would stop making me remember. I am so scared.

Plummeting to my knees, I whispered for the being to leave me alone. For it to go away. To stop torturing me! This is all I ask for. At this very time period. But the voice felt like it was getting closer and more unstable, deranged, and broken. I was not crying anymore but sobbing. That was until I felt arms wrap around my body and hug me. Soothe me from this distress.

"Ink it's going to be okay," Dream told me, in the most comforting voice. I mellowed out and stopped sobbing. "Hopefully it is. If I was there another second I would have snapped and given up," I replied, anxiety and fear still hanging in the bounds of my voice. Dream just shushed me and hugged me tighter. I want to feel that wretched pain again!

~To be continued~ ||Word count 503 words||
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By the outstanding and not-so-fabulous Screams! It was a blast making this one and I felt like my true self again. Only a little though.

Also, I'd like to thank you guys (personally) for 1k reads. That is incredible! Never in my lifetime, would I think a piece of trash or any work that I help make (or make by myself) would get this far. But surprisingly it did. So be proud of yourselves guys because you made my night. Stay truly amazing and wonderful-Screams