The Legend Of The DreamVerse : Part Three - Error And Ink

The Legend of the DreamVerse : Part Three - “Error and Ink”

Many things are going on in our story, from the beginning of Dreamtale and its corruption, to the creation of a new guardian and their purpose. Now at the time those things are happening, are the creations of two new beings. The gods of creation and destruction.

We start with Ink, or how we call him, Acrylink. He's different than you'd normally expect. He sat alone in his world, a nearly finished piece. He lived with only his brother, the two of them both with their own souls.

Everything was going swell for the two of them. Acrylink was sitting in a small patch of grass, just outside the house he had. It was the only place with color to this nearly empty world. He wished there was something new, but their creator wasn't doing their job. Atleast they had given him someone so he wouldn't be alone.

He sighed, looking to the ground with a crestfallen expression. It was quiet. The only problem he really had with all this was the night terrors his brother was tortured with. He'd suddenly wake up screaming in the middle of the night, or what they called night.

He was disturbed from his silence as he heard screams from the house. He ran inside to his brother's room to help him. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what seemed like a black monster hovering over his brother. In a scared tone of voice, he spoke. "Wh-What are you?!"

The creature snapped their head towards Acrylink. They wore a white mask with a creepy face painted on. The only thing out of the two holes for eyes he could see was a single eyelight.

He shakily took a step back from the creature, glancing to his brother. The monster seemed to notice, stabbing a tentacle through his brother, killing him.

Acrylink shrieked in terror. His brother was dead, he didn't know what to do. He turned and ran away, as fast as he possibly could. It was no use as the creature appeared, stabbing him through the back. The tentacle withdrew itself and with a sinister laugh, the creature was gone.

Acrylink dropped to the ground, shaking and sobbing. He was going to die here. He failed his brother and now he was going to pay for it. A sudden bright light appeared, colors pouring out. His soul was cracking, a hole clearly shown right through it. It was washed over with colors, the hole soon closing. He felt himself slip away from consciousness, everything fading to black.

After what would seem to him like only a few minutes was actually a few hours. He sat up, rubbing his head. He looked around, wondering what this strange place was. It was a completely blank world, stretching out endlessly. He didn't know where he was, but it might not be good.

He stood up, glancing down at his chest and holding his hand to it. "What-?" He asked himself, pulling out his soul to see. Where the hole had been was now closed off with an array of colors. It seemed to be dripping, which it was. He knew that when he saw the color drip to the ground as ink. Where the paint dripped out, it was replaced by the same colors once again. It was strange to say the least.

He began walking off, unaware of what to do or if this place was dangerous. He didn't know, but he'd have to find out himself. He looked around as he walked. Nothing but white.

Farther off in the distance was Error, known here as Erratum. This was his home and he had been here for a few years when he was created, which was a year before Acrylink. Of course he didn't know that. He noticed a disturbance in there, going to it.

He appeared behind the other, wondering how they got there. He walked toward them, and it was obvious they heard his footsteps as they turned around. "Wh-Who are you?" Acrylink said as he turned around to face him. He backed away, wondering who this was and why they were like the way they were.

Erratum had become glitched from being in there so long. That was besides the point at the moment. He didn't know if he should tell, but he didn't see a reason not to. "Erratum.. The destroyer of the sleep realm, or atleast what's in it.." He spoke with a glitched voice.

Acrylink was confused. He pondered for a moment, wondering what he meant by that. After thinking it through, the only conclusion he could come up with was that he meant dreams and nightmares. "What? Why? They're important to others!" He didn't know where it came from, but he thought it just felt right. Why was he getting so defense about this?

Erratum laughed, bringing his hands to the purplish-blue marks on his face. "Because they shouldn't be here. They're just the figments of your imagination to make you feel happy or scared." He stopped to look at him, grinning. "What's your name?" He'd ask.

Acrylink was hesitant to answer. He took a step back, weary of what he'd do. "Acrylink.. Why?" He asked with confusion, wondering why he was asking. Well, there were other reasons, but he wasn't thinking of those.

Erratum let out a sinister laugh. "Because I'd like to remember the name of my next victim." He snapped his hands back, strings extending from the marks to his fingertips. They shot at him, fast like a bullet.

Acrylink turned around and ran in an attempt to get away. Was this it? He closed his eyes tightly, inhaling calmly. Sudden thoughts of what he could do rushed to his head. He stopped abruptly and spun on his heels to face him. He opened them, jumping up high. A jump boost he didn't know he had.

He smiled as he looked down at the strings. He snapped his fingers and a brush appeared. He grasped it tightly and spun, slashing the strings and cutting them.

Erratum froze and watched in disbelief. He growled in frustration, blasters appearing. Acrylink landed on the ground nearly, gaining an attack stance. He jumped up and slashed the blasters, destroying them. "Gonna have to try harder than that.." He said, landing neatly on the ground. He regained his neat posture with a smile. "Now I'd really like to stay, but I do have to go. I'll see you next time!" He yelled and then he was gone.

Erratum growled, stomping his foot. "Oh I will see you soon." A new person to stop him, and a new enemy.

Acrylink had landed in a darker place, the only light coming from the moon and the stars dotting the sky around it. He looked up with a smile. He felt the colors of ink drip from his soul again. He was becoming aware of what things were, as they suddenly filled his head. Thoughts of what new powers he had.

He painted vials and a sash, putting them around his waist. He took out some of the vials, collecting the different colored paints that dripped out. It was temporary, but it would work. He put the vials back in the sash after the colors had stopped dripping down.

He looked back up to the stars, a smile on his face. "I'll see you in our next battle... I'll see you soon, Erratum."

Bnha/Mha Fnaf AU - Prologue : The Murders

1 PM - Start of the party.

Today was the grand day, the day of poor little Izuku's birthday. The small boy was turning 8 today and was having a party to celebrate. A party at none other than Fredbear and Friends, a child friendly place where magic and fun comes to life. The green haired child had three friends in total, who he had invited to his little birthday party.

A small ash blonde with striking red eyes and a bit of an attitude. The kid, named Katsuki Bakugo and nicknamed Kacchan, was one of the freckled kid's long time friends, his very first friend.

Another kid, who had heterochromia and his hair split in two colors. Half of his hair was red while the other was white, and he had a sky blue eye on his red haired side and a grayish eye on his white haired side. A scar was on one side, the red side, that was there because of an accident where the child had played around and accidentally knocked over a pan of boiling water while his mother was cooking. He was the new friend, the one that little Izuku met only a year ago.

Finally, there was the third friend, originally welcomed to the group by Katsuki. He was a redhead, having recently dyed his hair since he thought it was Katsuki's favorite color and wanted another reason for the blonde to appreciate him. This boy's name was Eijiro Kirishima, usually being referred to as Kiri. He was a nice addition to their friend group when it was just Katsuki and Izuku, since he brought an extra light of joy to the mix.

Now the four children were at the pizzeria, having arrived just moments ago. It was finally time for the start of the party. Only a few steps and it would begin. The cars pulled up, the friends being driven by their parents. The cars came to a stop as they all parked and the parents turned the vehicles off and stepped out to help their children.

The group came together, immediately walking towards eachother so they would be grouped up before they even set foot inside. Katsuki was the first to initiate conversation, ruffling little Izuku's hair. "Hey there Deku! You're finally turning eight, welcome to the party." The blonde spoke in his usual tone, not too cheerful yet not too rough. He beckoned Kirishima to join, since the other was lagging behind. The redhead was currently being told to mind his manners by his parents.

The redhead skipped over to them after his mom let him go and after grabbing Shoto's hand and dragging him along. "Ey Bakugo, didn't think you'd show up." The redhead gave the blonde a toothy grin, receiving an eye roll as he turned his focus to Izuku. "Happy birthday Midoriya." He elbowed Shoto's side, wanting him to say something instead of being relatively quiet like he usually did.

The heterochromic child gave a small smile and a wave to Izuku. "Happy birthday Midoriya." Once all was said and the kids were caught up, they headed inside. Midoriya stared in awe at the sight of the inside. Normally he didn't like the pizzeria, but now that he was here on his birthday with his friends everything was going to be better.

2 PM - Games and Pizza

The group had gone to their table that had been set up and had talked for a while, catching up with one another about the days when they weren't spending time together. Their parents gave them tokens for the games and ushered them off so they could talk freely.

Katsuki led the way to the games once the others had gotten up. "Come on guys, let's play this game first." The blonde led the way to the first one. Little Izuku didn't mind letting the blonde lead the way. Katsuki had good instincts and good reflexes, and he usually acted as the protector of the little group.

The kids played the games together, letting Katsuki play first since he was the one who pointed out this game first. The group played for a while, winning many tickets mostly because of Katsuki. The blonde was rather good at playing the games, so it only made sense. Kirishima had actually gotten decent amount of tickets as well, the redhead being good at the games Katsuki usually didn't do well at.

After playing the games for a good amount of time, they were called to the tables by their parents. The pizza was ready, and the kids rushed to the tables to eat. They were hungry after playing the games for so long. There were two pizzas, one just cheese and the other with pepperoni so there were choices. They each chose their respective options and began to eat.

Through a mouthful of food, the redhead turned to the others. "Ey, can't wait for the show. How about you guys? Midoriya?" Eijiro was beaming, excited for when the show was supposed to begin.

Izuku nodded in agreement, eating his pizza as Eijiro was scolded by his parents for manners. Katsuki nearly laughed as he heard this, finding some amusement in Kirishima being scolded for something he was Warner about earlier. Once finishing their pizza, the adults left to go home.

The parents felt it was okay to leave them there to enjoy the rest of the day. They knew the kids were responsible enough to take care of themselves until the end of the day. As long as Katsuki was there to help, they'd be able to get home.

4 PM - Showtime

After the parents had left was about when the show began. The lights dimmed and the ones on stage lit up. There were two animatronics up there, known as Spring Bonnie and Spring Freddy. The four main animatronics that had replaced these two recently were put away for today, due to some complications.

The two animatronics on the stage began their show, slightly different than the newer ones due to these being the older two. The group was having fun watching the two on stage do their show. However, what they didn't know, was that these were two suits. They always had been, two people in the suits dancing on stage. The show still went on though normally, no worries from the kids.

5:30 PM - The M⃟U⃟ЯԀ∑R̸͟͞

The show finally ended and it was almost time to go home. The group of friends were the last few kids left since it was almost closing time. Gathering themselves, the kids stood up from their seats to get ready to leave.

Midoriya's eyes widened, a smile making it's way to his face. Katsuki wondered what was taking him so long, turning to face him. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the animatronics making their way over. The blonde elbowed Kirishima's side, causing the redhead to look over, who grabbed Shoto's arm to make the kid look as well.

Spring Bonnie walked toward Izuku, Spring Freddie walking alongside. Spring Bonnie kneeled down to their levels and spoke. "Hey there kids. I see the birthday boy hasn't had his cake yet." The little green eyed boy nodded, a large smile on his face.

Katsuki didn't trust this, but the way Deku looked so happy. On one of the rare occasions, he wanted his friend to have something go right. It was the boy's birthday after all.

Spring Bonnie noticed the way Katsuki looked somewhat suspicious. The man inside hid any suspicious manners with a fake smile and a fake cheery voice. "Come along kids, me and Freddie will show you to the cake." He led the way for the kids, taking the birthday boy by the hand.

The friends were led through the pizzeria, brought to a room in the back. Katsuki's suspicions were being confirmed as he heard a click from the lock in the door. There was indeed no cake back here, just them and the animatronics.

Their thoughts were interrupted with a dark laugh, the animatronics going still. That is, until Spring Freddie backed the kids into a corner. Izuku began to quiver, holding onto the nearest person, that person being Shoto. The boys held eachother as Katsuki stepped forward, the most of a scowl he could manage. Kirishima, though scared like the rest, stuck next to Katsuki.

Spring Freddie was cornering them, backing them up as Spring Bonnie laughed, bringing his hands up to his head. He took the mask off, watching as his accomplice did the same. Freddie, who was really Dabi, stepped to the side to allow Bonnie, Shigaraki, to get towards the kids.

Pulling a knife out from behind his back, Tomura advanced toward them. "Sorry kiddies, but your days of playing around are over." The first kid he went for was Katsuki, the one standing in front of the others.

The blonde felt a hand holding onto his arm. It was Izuku, who was still holding Shoto, who had grabbed his arm. The boy quivered, his voice shaking. "Kacchan, you'll help us right?" The fear was clear in the boys face and tone. The blonde gave a smile, the best he could make in this situation. "Everything's gonna be alright Deku, it'll be-" The blonde was cut off, eyes wide at the feeling of a knife penetrate the skin. He dropped, lifeless as his face contorted in an attempt to yell out.

Izuku screamed at the sight. No one could hear as everyone would have left by now. One by one, the men took the lives of them. Katsuki was there dead as Kirishima was the next one to go, followed by Shoto and Izuku.

The two boys, clung onto eachother, had just witnessed the deaths of their friends. A piecing shriek followed soon after, made by the boy who had only turned 8 today.

6 PM - Closing

The clock hit six, the time that everyone had to be out of the establishment. The last of the employees had left as well as all the children that had been at the pizzeria. Other than the group of friends.

Tomura and Dabi were the last ones seen leaving the establishment when 6 pm hit.

Frostbite, a Sky/Ice hybrid.

Essentially I had an idea for a concept that had to do with conflictions, hence the tribe associated with fire(firescales), the skywings, and the tribe that would then be the complete opposite: the icewings with their ice. Pretty much the confliction would be centered around something negative, like how conflict often leads to arguing and fighting. So I thought, what if it's fire and it's ice tried to "live" in the same "host" despite the fact fire and ice are not compatible.

Hence where this idea came from: what if it's fire and ice attributes negatively impacted its body and its health because of how contradicting the two are? So the idea for Frostbite, the skywing/icewing with pseudo-firescales and "frostbreath" came into being.

His scales are too hot for frostbreath to actually form and be expelled from his body, but doesn't stop in trying to be created. This makes his firescales very hot, which can burn if touching for too long, but won't set things ablaze just by a touch like Peril can because the frostbreath dampens its effects. Unfortunately this is then very harmful to his body, like in the following sketches.

The first image was roughly around his teen years, where he's healthy. However, in the above sketches, he goes from healthy at the beginning of his life, to a deteriorated health when he's reached roughly a young adult age.

The frostbreath and the firescales within will have taken a toll on his health, eventually ending to a premature death.

Some of this was also inspired by Battlewinner, when she used the lava to keep the frostbreath down her throat at bay. Similarly they both have these two opposite forces working against one another to create some form of stasis. Though with Frostbite the scales tip a little bit, causing a negative reaction.

And honestly, I just generally thought it would be cool to create a concept where two forces worked against eachother, leading to an unfortunate conclusion. What do you guys think about this concept?

Waypoint, the Night/Ice hybrid.

This art is a little bit older, but I wanted to share it because this was another one of my concept ideas about abilities and how it affects them.

In this case, I simply had wanted to draw a piebald Night/Ice but with the basis of a star, both in appearance and ability. However, it evolved more once I came up with the idea of what if there was a nightwing power that had to do with specific directions. Hence came this idea:

Waypoint has the gift of prophecy, however, it is based more on areas in specific. They will have visions about places far away from where they are, rather than what's happening in their vicinity. They are automatically drawn towards these places though, having visions days ahead of getting there. Like a waypoint, a beacon, leading them towards the place their prophecy is about.

I haven't done anything else with them yet, but I may do more in the future. Stay tuned!

New bnha/mha AU

Heya there everyone! I'm out of my Undertale phase and I'm now into My Hero Academia. So I decided I'd be making an AU for it based off of Five Nights at Freddy's. This AU will be focusing around TodoDeku, KiriBaku, and ShigaDabi. For now I have a few details on the AU for now. Just remember that not all of this sticks to the fnaf storyline, it is an AU.

Deku, Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima were the four main children that were killed and possessed the animatronic suits.

Bakugo was beyond pissed when they first possessed the suits. This is because of the fact that he got stuck with being Chica, the one he thought was the most girly and the one he disliked most.

Izuku/Deku is Freddy, Shoto is Bonnie, Bakugo is Chica, and Kirishima is Foxy.

About a year after the children's deaths, the creators of the animatronics changed their designs as a memorial for them.

Chica was redesigned to fit Bakugo due to false information told by the parents.

The parents were the ones that told the manufacturers about their children and who each one had said their favorites were.

It's pure coincidence that Chica was changed to memorialize Bakugo due to the information while Bakugo possessed Chica.

Bakugo actually tries to scare the nightguard, after trying to communicate with them and tell them that he's stuck in the animatronic, getting mad when they don't understand him and shut the doors on him.

Izuku desperately tries to speak to the nightguard, feeling upset when he can't.

Shoto is there to comfort Izuku when the efforts fail.

Shoto scares the nightguard since he's trying to help Izuku communicate with the nightguard.

Kirishima purely scares the nightguard because he's trying to test them.

Shigaraki is the Purple Guy, who has an accomplice in this AU.

Dabi/Touya is the accomplice of Purple Guy, helping him with the murder of the kids.

Because of lack of money and to get rid of any extra evidence that may have been left behind, Shigaraki and Dabi take jobs at the pizzeria.

Dabi was originally taking the day shift with Tomura at night shift, but Dabi had to take the night shift with Tomura due to complications.

Having them both as nightguards was an exception, since usually there's only one nightguard.

This is all for the AU that I have for now. Most of the details will be added when I begin writing the story. This will end up being a story that I'm going to write. More extra details might also be added at some point in a post like this one. When the first story part does come out, it'll be the prologue to the story.

The Legend of the DreamVerse : Part Two - “Parasomnia”

A long long time ago, a being was created. Only a few years after the incident in Dreamtale was another life form being created. It was a skeleton who would soon be named Parasomnia.

The time of Nightmare, now named NightTerror, had begun. But not just the time of him, but also Dream, now named DayDream. NightTerror had quickly begun to take down any universe or dreams that stood in his way, searching for one he used to call his own brother.

DayDream had struggled to keep up with his brother's actions. He was supposed to keep dreams thriving but it seemed every time he helped a new dream, his brother destroyed ten more. He needed a way to keep up with his brother, who was too powerful to stop on his own. He needed help.

One day, DayDream had been losing hope. It seemed this never ending nightmare of his wouldn't, well, ever stop. In desperation, he sat on his knees alone, praying to whatever gods there were. He prayed for help, for someone to help him keep the balance.

He never truly believed that gods existed, but he was willing to try.. And he was heard. His prayers for help were answered by someone, who knows what.

A being was made. Another spirit entity of some sort, one of both dreams and nightmares. It was him, Parasomnia. But something went wrong. During his creation, some files and codes were made incorrectly.

Because of this mistake, his original purpose was changed from another protector of dreams, to the protector of both. This mistake gave him the defect of giving others parasomnia as well. This update was to help him create both nightmares and dreams. He had been changed so that if he thought necessary, he would change a good dream into a nightmare. This was done so that if he thought he was seeing more dreams than usual, that he would balance it out by changing a few dreams to nightmares equally in order to keep this balance.

They also had given him a flaw to make sure he has a weakness, because without one, he wouldn't be able to be stopped from doing what he does from time to time. If he couldn't be stopped, the balance would ultimately tip. To fix this, they gave him minor insomnia. He needs energy in order to do things, and he gets this energy by changing dreams and nightmares, as well as actually eating them. He has to sometimes take dreams and such away so when he does, he feeds on them and gets energy on them. In order to get into these dreams to get energy, he has to be asleep so that is where insomnia comes in. At times he will have minor insomnia which doesn't allow him to sleep for a certain period of time. This prevents him from getting the energy he needs and leaves him more vulnerable.

He was also given a weapon. This weapon was a staff with a crescent blade on the top and an orange-yellow circle at the bottom, mostly to represent the sun. He'd come to use this staff to protect himself, but only when it was needed.

Back to the main story. Parasomnia was created by some being, whether it be an actual god or not is unknown. Only days had gone by before DayDream began to notice something.

He detected the appearance of new dreams combatting the nightmares. He decided to search further into what was going on, thus finding a figure standing alone, staff in hand.

They turned to face DayDream, a smile forming on their face. They didn't know who he was, but he could easily detect their power over dreams. They approached, none too cautiously. They waved to him, attitude staying the same. "Hello there friend! What is your name?" He'd ask DayDream. He held out his hand for him to shake.

DayDream hesitantly shook his hand, soon feeling the nonthreatening aura they seemed to give. "My name is Dre- DayDream." He said, having to correct himself. He smiled at the new being, head tilted in amusement at them. "What is yours?"

Parasomnia suddenly froze where he stood. He soon seemed to be in a deep thought as he thought about that question. What was his name? Why was he there? And in that brief moment, he knew who he was. It was as if something called out to him, shedding new light upon him. "Parasomnia's the name! I'm here to help you and your brother!" He said excitedly.

DayDream's smile soon faded. "Me.. And my brother?" He asked, slight concern in his voice. He thought he was a friend, but maybe not? Or was this all a misunderstanding? "What do you mean by that?" He asked.

Parasomnia finally let his hand go after the handshake. "Well, I'm here to help you protect dreams, but I'm also here to bring nightmares, only if necessary. A guardian to both sides I guess, helping keep the valance between the two!" He answered honestly. He didn't know where those exact words came from, but he knew that was his purpose. "I'm only here because you asked for a way to help stop your brother." He stated.

DayDream stood there in silence, jaw hanging slightly open. He didn't believe this, he didn't believe his call had been answered. Shock and disbelief were what he was feeling. "You mean.. Gods are real? And they answered my plea for help?" He hoped Parasomnia knew the answer.

Parasomnia shrugged, a look of puzzlement on his face. "I don't really know if they exist, but I do know that I was made to help." He smiled.

DayDream nodded in understanding. He would love to stay longer and talk, but he had a job to do. "I'm sorry Parasomnia, but I really do have to go. I hope you'll stay safe, and be careful when handling my brother if you see him." He said, turning around as a bright red-orange-gold portal appeared. He waved goodbye before hopping through, leaving Parasomnia alone.

Parasmonia had waved back, sighing as he saw him leave. Despite the warning, he felt like he needed to see Nightmare. He needed to know the both of them, even if it was risky. He laid down on his back, sockets closing as he inhaled deeply. He let sleep overcome him, glad to be given it right now.

He could see it all in front of him now as he opened his eye sockets, no longer where he was before. He could see all the dreams and nightmares gathered all around. He could see whenever a new one of either appeared. He was in the DreamScape.

He smiled to himself as he saw the different aspects of sleep here together in this peaceful silence. All he needed to do now was wait until there was a disturbance between the two.

It didn't take long before he could sense a disruption. His sockets had long since closed, snapping open as something rippled through him. He looked around until he caught sight of a dream slowly corrupting into a nightmare. He went toward it, reaching his hand out to the newfound nightmare. His fingers only brushed it before he was taken into a dark area.

He glanced around, looking for any signs of anyone. Everything suddenly brightened, but not by much. All he could see was a dimly lit area and someone running away from something from nightmares. A monster with a mask, consuming all light there.

It soon turned back to nothingness as the thing had seen him. What once lay before him was now a skeletal figure covered in black, spiked tentacles swaying behind. Their glowing bluish purple eyelight seemed to look right through him.

It said nothing as Parasomnia stared at it. They gripped their staff tightly, weary of him. "Are you Nightmare?" He asked the thing, wondering if it was the right thing.

It stared at him, a grin forming on its face. It nodded. "Yes... And no.. I am NightTerror..." He said in chilling voice. "Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you right now?"

Parasomnia shuddered as he spoke. A shiver ran through his spine. The aura was frightening. "I am Parasomnia.. I am here to stop you. You're disrupting the nightmare and dream balance!" He spoke, finding some determination to speak up. "I make sure the balance stays the way it is by creating dreams and destroying your nightmares. And if needed, I will create some nightmares to restore it."

NightTerror laughed unsettlingly. "I see. A friend of my brother then." He hissed, sending a glare toward him. His tentacles straightened up, ready to attack. "Then I'll have no choice but to kill you too!" He yelled, tentacles lashing out.

Parasomnia flinched back, holding his staff up to block them. He could sense the power he held and knew he didn't have the strength just yet to fight him. In desperation, he slashed the crescent blade, striking him across the face.

NightTerror hissed in pain, clawing at his face as it seemed to burn from contact. He stumbled back, hands over his face as he made a portal out of the nightmare realm. That's what this place was. He backed into the portal, disappearing.

Parasomnia watched, terror clear on his face. He hadn't meant this, but it was what was done. He looked around after a moment of terror, noticing the place becoming unstable. He had to get out before the nightmare collapsed.

He woke up suddenly, shooting up, eye sockets snapping open. He looked around to see the familiar surroundings of when he met DayDream. He was unaware of how hard he was breathing until a moment later.

He stood up, glancing around to make sure no one else was there. He sighed as he closed his sockets momentarily to catch his breath.

He stood in silence there, catching himself up. Moments later he knew what was needed, reopening his eye sockets. His eyelights glinted, a determined look on his face. He turned around and looked up slightly. "We will meet again someday, I swear it... And when I do, you better give me your best."

To be continued...