009
Ever since the eve of nightmares, Skull Kid's dreams had been even more feverish and disturbing than before, as if whatever wave of power that caused it had stirred up the dark, negative presence that was already there, lurking in the deepest recesses of Skull Kid's mind. Before, it cursed him bad dreams and restless sleep. It had always been there since the incident, but it had been dormant and waiting. It had never spoken before.
Now it talked. It talked too much.
It's too quiet now.
"Go away."
But you liked it. You had fun, didn't you?
"Go away!"
You liked it. Seeing them all so upset, so angry, because they didn't know what was going on.
"I don't wanna talk to you."
You liked to see them in pain.
"No I didn't!"
I thought you didn't want to talk to me.
"Shut up!!"
I can't sleep. I can't rest. I need to get out. You know how.
"No."
I'm bored. I don't have anything to do but talk to you.
"I don't WANNA talk to you!"
If you don't let me out I'll never leave you alone. I'll talk and talk and talk forever.
"Shut up!"
Only if you let me out.
"I won't!"
Then it's going to be a long night. And tomorrow night will be a long night. And the night after that, and the night after that...
"...If I do it, will you leave me alone?"
A promise is a promise. But you won't want me to leave you alone once you start.
"Y-yes I will!"
We'll see about that.
For the first night in over a month, Skull Kid's sleep was dreamless.