Kenny nodded, “Well Alyssa, if you truly want to I cannot stop you. I only fear that I have to see you in pain, I will face any nightmare, but to see you like that again, in such torment like the first time I couldn’t take that.” he sighed, “But do what you wish my love I’ll see you when I awake.” he held his vial in his fingers and kissed her before looking down at his syringe. Was this a good idea? Well there was no time to think, he injected himself and backed into the nearest wall as he waited for the drug to take effect on his mind. He wouldn’t hurt Alyssa, he wouldn’t dream of doing so to take caution he placed a hand on the wall began getting as far away from her as he could.
The world began to shift once again, as it did the first time around and grew horizontally, the walls and floor began to peel exposing the rusty metal underneath and in a blink of his eye Kenny had found himself in a corridor now doors on either side of him and a stairway filled with a blinding light at the end. “Hm, the place could use a touch up,” he began walking down the corridor, opening the first door he saw. In this one it seemed to be a memory, ah yes a green insect man starring a second Kenny down tail wagging about. Kenny or well the imaginary Kenny was at Cell’s feet defeated atop a pile of rubble as was the small woman he had met that night “Mother fucker…” the real beard mumbled to himself, “That night would have been so magical…” he wiped a tear out of his eye and closed the door. There was a screech at the darker end of the hall Kenny looked back with narrowed eyes, “What the hell was that?”
He shrugged it off and moved on to another door, In this room there was a living room setting; A fireplace, a recliner, bearskin rug at the center and a bookshelf at the far end of the room. Kenny sat down in the chair and warmed up by the fire, “Ah, what kind of nightmare is this?” he reclined and sighed comfortably. “Ken, darling, dinner's almost ready.” a feminine voice chimed behind him, he looked back and saw Alyssa in a rather different garb than what he was used to. She wore a white apron dotted with what Kenny could only hope to be ketchup. and black sundress and to make matters even stranger her hair was black.
“Oh sure thing dear, but um, did you do something with your hair?” he asked getting out of his chair though the room would begin to change as soon as he stood, it had become a slaughter house, There were corpses strung up like cattle, limbs tossed everywhere. His bearskin rug had turned into a mass of guts, his recliner was replaced by a pile of bodies ,his fireplace turned into an incinerator. “Alyssa, what’s happening? What is this?” he asked the dark haired version of her.
“What do you mean my love? We always decorate like this, now calm down before you wake Arcane and the baby from their naps and why are you calling me Alyssa? You know she isn’t in control right now.”
“BABY?!” Kenny almost fainted right then and there, “Whaddya mean baby and Alyssa isn’t in control? What is even happen-” a baby’s cry could be heard from behind the wall along with a pair of heavy footsteps.
“Oh now you’ve done it, now they’re both awake.” Lyss hissed at Kenny going to check on the two, Kenny on the other hand tried to make sense of all of this and instead went back to the door, just as he put his hand on the door knob a deep bark stopped him. It was Arcane, or well a much bigger angrier looking Arcane.
“H-hey boy, I’m just gonna go out for a little bit.”
Arcane stepped towards Kenny, growling and baring his teeth. He barked once again and got closer, Kenny immediately said “nope” and opened the door and closed it. Arcane could be heard barking at the door and scratching at it. Kenny leaned against the door and slid onto his rear, “What the fuck was that…” he asked himself trying to make sense of whatever the hell that was.
He stood up and dusted himself off, he opened yet another door. He opened this one and in it was a meadow of flowers. It was beautiful, so many vibrant colors and beauty in one place. He took in a deep breath and fell on his knees overcome by emotion. He knew this place, it was where his grandparents used to bring him every spring when he was younger. Kenny looked up and saw three people in the distance, an old couple and a child happily sitting in the field. Was that him? No, he didn't have time to look there were so many other doors to see, he had to see what other memories he could find. The raven hair stood up and exited the meadow and stood in the hall. There was yet another screech and this time it filled Kenny with dread. He began running for the stairway, he ran as hard as he could as the screech grew louder and jumped into the light.
With that, he awoke in the same empty room he was in when he took the drug. He crumpled up in a corner and closed his eyes. “What the hell was that…”
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