An entire year. It had been an entire year since Schere had been taken by Zalgo. I had spent all 365 days sitting in my room, hopping she'd come back.

I heard a light knock on the door. "M-Masky?" I knew that voice. Well, what used to be that voice. This sounded like it used to be, just rusted, sad, cracking, and old, like maybe it was used to much, or never used at all, or maybe it was sore from screaming or crying. Never the less, I knew that voice. It had been the one that screamed louder than all the other voices in my head. Louder than the voices of my past; Louder than the voices of those I miss; It was the one person I had really ever cared to see. Schere. The voice belonged to Schere. I got up and opened the door, grinning like a mad man. My mask was off, so it was visible to her when I opened the door. "Yes, Schere?" She hugged me, crying slightly. I pulled her into the room, closing the door behind us. She sat on the bed. I followed, pulling off her mask. I wrapped my arms around my waist and pulled her closer. I kissed her lips lightly. I pulled away, a smirk replacing the grin I had.

"Why don't make up for our wasted time?"

She smiled, smilingly up for anything I had planned. I kissed her roughly, unable to fully hold my self back from my ideas.

UNFINISDHED, STOPPED ON NDEADLINE