| A World's True Nightmarish Reality

Vialto begins hesitating with something in himself, before saying in a lighter tone. "Ah, I'll take you to your room then," waving his paw, causing a wooden door to materialize in front of us. Without hiding the fact that we aren't even in the outside world actually…

This fuckin' liar I swear! How many times has he actually lied to me today, and it's not making my heart better - to the point it might even burst.

The door opens to reveal the same warm-lit bedroom. "You may stay here, I'll… Go out to enjoy the event," Vialto said, while showing a small hint of concern and sadness, but it's simply that his usual brightness masked it away.

My body's black scales begin to shed, and my eyes begin sobbing black tears uncontrollably. "Why aren't you telling me anything! Why do you guys keep so many secrets away from me? What's really going on here?! I thought we are supposed to be family, not subjects for experiments…"

Trying to get my uncontrollably emotions of guilt, hatred, and sadness out of my system, "I know we've only known each other for 2-years. And I pretty much jinxed that I had control over this body; I also feel a strange connection when I'm near you guys as well."

Vialto expressions took no abrupt changes, but stayed at a stand still… Placing his paw on his chest while he looks into space. Before letting a wave of air close the door behind him in silence.

"A-hₐ, um… I'm so–sorry, ₗ'll resume later… Uiₒ–iza, May–be I should—ₙot lₑt you feel ████ █ bɘɿɘʇʇυƨ ██o█g██… I-I'll, only..." Vialto was chaotically trying to find something inside, before abruptly fading away with the fantasy.

Causing the fantasy to break… Crack… Discolor… Fading into gray…

This new nightmarishly-dark fantasy I see in front of me fills me with terrible memories and displeasure… It's an overarching-overdeveloped city extremely high in the skies of fog, showing off their windborne constructions in the air: which are ships, houses, robots, and exedra. Only giving little to no colorful hue or feeling of insight—merely the polar opposite from where the bright fantasy's magic was.

Where there's mostly unique traditional-steampunk architecture covered in polluted air. Bearing colorful advertisements spreading out everywhere from the buildings and such—flashing in lights spelling: New discovery, new games, new performances, and the latter…

Then I also saw roaming clockworks emitting blue and purple electricity. Who are in a variety of sizes—wearing a visor-like headset; relating to races I saw from the colosseum. Which are walking in a designated path without any sign of happiness, or any emotions to be exact.

I begin hearing a monotonic-voice in my mind… "Keep walking…" I couldn't walk of course, but I felt something dragging me across this district. Leading me somewhere towards the garbage-filled alley way…

It brought me here in front of an appearing golden-silver building. Where at the center is an eye watching me; similarly showing distinctly similar colors to Cronixel.

The building sides have intruding and protruding pipes, which are covered by chemical dust. As the feeling of connectedness inside my soul becomes more vivid and constrained.

Hearing a faint voice in the bending ambience from the speakers overlaid with a filter. "L-lets~ c-c-continue oᵤr 's-ƨhoʍ!"

Then a broken charred wooden door broke through in front of the building, while opening to show an endless dark hallway. With eyes staring down upon me, while the whispering begins to become louder and louder to the point it feels like it's next to [our] senses.

The hallway starts sucking me in while it begins to spin all together as eyes glare into my soul. As I continue to slither towards the other side of this world's distortion—seeing a fading colorful saturation ahead…

Taking me to the slightly similar royal ballroom coloring: red, maroon, white, gray, black, and gold.

Lined with neatly row seats to fit a show, except it's more gloomier than before. With clockworks filling all the tables in general silence.

The curtains logo design is a mascot of a black cat with a magician's tophat, cape, and goofy bowtie.

Then when the lights begin to fade, the spotlights begin focusing onto the stage while the red curtains start moving—enacting a play.

Seeing a moving animatronic black cat into view. Who begins reading out the exposition in a well dignified manner, while allowing the projector up above to show a glitchy slideshow.

"Once upon a time, there was a nation that existed called Crosisalnox (Inventions), with a second ruler called Virincroxla…"

"Whereas the ruler of inventions and time dreams an endless amount of entertainment. Leading their people to work like machines to support themselves, others, and research…"

"Using one of the many kinds of energy that forms from the Ebbischaros from emotional excitement... While Virincroxla continues researching and creating new experiences of escapism for the residents' entertainment everyday…"

"As no one knows who the ruler of inventions in person is like. Only what they know is that they believe they are the demiurge of creation for them to follow to seek a nice comfortable future."

"But... a young child who only knew fun and deception... Not true empathy and ruling… Tried their very best to please everyone…"

"Only there seeking an endless desire for something new and interesting to fill their enjoyment and curiosity, that keeps growing and growing into a mix of genres everyday…"

"Continuing to listen, and listen to their residences. Giving them answers and explanations to their issues, while trying to tweak and fix everything in the nation. Feeling something dr-drɐ~ᴉu…"

The cat begins to distort while their hat tosses in the air, before the cat combusts into flames and checkered cards of cat images; the bronze projector's film begins slowly distorting while the curtains and cloth begin to burn. Which causes a mountain of raining books to arbitrarily fall from the ceiling into the pits of flames…

The flames grew, before engulfing the entire ballroom in an instant—changing the scene into a wasteland outside.

Where there's only mechanical trees, empty hills, mountains, and black-filled brooks slowly getting sucked in by a blackhole of a creature's blue bioluminescent mouth…

Transforming the field into a barren black desert with little to no life at all - merely pure sand flying in the air.

Then, a dark-gray pillar with ancient symbols rises out from the middle of the desert. Bursting a magical field that somehow speeds time around it—letting new downpour fall into the dry desert.

Raining endlessly, covering my vision, before the same blue tree from the library appears in the middle of a spotlight in a dimly lit place of grayness.

While light laughter creeps up louder around me as I slither closer to the tree, before hearing a clear voice that barely resembles Cronix and Vialto. Faintly weeping emotions.

"Please—don't leave me here alone… I can't forgive myself… Why didn't I [we] fix it earlier alone [together], I think I [we] could've…"

The sounds begin to slowly lose themselves into distant ambience, while the spotlight from the tree disappears.

Lighting up a new one to show a floating yellowish-cyan core, that's emitting laughter and excitement. Before hearing beeping from my wristband connected to my tail…

"... _____ ._. ._. _.__ .. _.. .. _.. _. _ _ . ._.. ._.. ._ _. _.__ ___ _. . _... ._.. ._ __ . _ .... . __ .. _. _._. ___ _. _ ._. ___ ._.."

Then, something appeared behind the Ebbischaros, continuing moving as multiple entities. Carrying multiple personalities; tainting the gray flooring.

"It's those insignificant fools who reproduce like mice are to blame! They wanted too much and used up everything!"

"P-please—stop looking at me! It's—it's not my fault! I-I don't know what to even do… It always keeps happening…! it—always does…"

"I hate existing… I hate this destiny… There's nowhere to go… I'm to blame for continuing…"

They said as one, trying to override the other, while the unwanted emotions of hatred, guilt, and hopelessness screams from it continuously.

Before something grabbed me to exit this terrible deep abyss of this fantasy into the same light-hearted bedroom. Where I heard a familiar voice from the right side of my senses.

"About what I've done… I promise to tell you about what we'll be doing later on. So no more surprises, if~ that makes you uncomfortable." Vialto spoke with his head, ears, and body lowered like his usual self as if nothing had happened. But except he's fiddling with his fur a bit more apprehensive.

"Vialto… could you tell me a bit about your background?" I exhaustedly said, trying to keep my actual innerself in balance.

"I, ah… Deleted most of those memories, so I don't remember. Don't question me about restoring them, since they're a waste of storage."

Running away from the past or future, probably. Should've not said anything in the first place anyways, how hypocritical of me either way… But, at least most of my questions were answered during that experience.

Vialto begins to look more and more unstable with his paws covering his snout and eyes, while staring off into space again.

Before giving me a bittersweet embrace—whispering to me silently in an unusually sweet tone. "You'll find out who you are sooner or later like us.

So I'll make a promise that we'll create new happy memories together as all of us together in one portrait—that you've always wished to receive. But, I cannot promise that we… Can do everything for your essentials.

So don't forget, we're never alone when we are here together to fix both of our hearts." As Vialto tightens his embrace, while nuzzling me to reassure me and himself.

Giving me a new sense of compassion I haven't felt in years…

Maybe, finally I could at least somehow get rid of these unwanted feelings temporarily.

No matter how awkward and cheesy this reassurance was… It still made a sweet impression in my heart.

And no matter how much I dislike their antics, at least they love me in their own respective ways that I, at least, could embrace right here in my heart's program…