WARNING: THIS FIC, IF YOU COULDN'T ALREADY TELL, IS A CROSSOVER BETWEEN DRAWN TO LIFE AND THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE. DUE TO THE NATURE OF BOTH SERIES, THIS FIC IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS, PUBLIC READING, OR PUBLIC READING AROUND MINORS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Dr. Cure returned home late that night. Things had been surprisingly busy at the hospital since Wilfre had died, and she could use some rest. She lay down on her bed and fell asleep quickly.
She dreamt she was in a large castle. She looked around at the stained glass windows and statues of her town's Hero. She walked down the long corridor, her curiosity far outweighing her common sense. As she walked, she heard what sounded like a little boy laughing. She continued walking through the hall, each step harder for her to take than the last. She looked around the eerie castle until finally, she entered the throne room. Sitting on the throne was a familiar shadowy figure.
"It's been a while, Dr. Cure," Wilfre said, looking up at the doctor.
"You?!" Dr. Cure asked. "But how did you-"
Wilfre laughed. "Foolish Raposa," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "shadows never die. They disappear, but they can never truly die."
"It doesn't matter!" Cure shouted at the former Raposa. "The Creator will-"
"Do you really believe your 'Creator' cares about you?!" Wilfre interrupted. "If he did, would he let THIS happen?!"
He jumped into Dr. Cure, forcing his way into her soul.
Cure awoke with a gasp. She looked around her room, panting, then realized it was just a dream.
But her door was gone.
She pounded on the wall where it once was, not noticing the shadow slowly crawling up her body. She soon collapsed on the floor. When she finally awoke, she gave out a demonic laugh. The next three Raposa to knock on her door would be in for quite a...crappy time.