It was another late night drinking alone. The guys had long since returned home, leaving him to dwell in the mess he found himself. In the near distance, Vincent could hear the chatter of Erica and the boss as the gender-changed woman helped herself to a glass of whiskey- she was probably prattling on about rumors again. Sighing to himself, Vincent stood up and drunkenly headed towards the bathroom with the need to freshen up.

Inside the dingy room, the lone light bulb positioned above the mirror flickered eerily. With a trip and a step later, he found himself running the cool stream of tap water over his hands before cupping a handful and splashing it over his face. The drunken man gasped at the shock of cold water and raised his head to look in the mirror, stray droplets dripping lazily down his face and the ends of his hair that got in the way.

All seemed normal in the man's reflection, all except for his recently adorned pale complexion. He frowned at himself. It was all thanks to these stupid nightmares night after night that he looked like this. The worst part was that he couldn't remember what happened in any of them; it was frustrating. With a grunt of annoyance he shoved his face back towards the still running water, splashing his face again. It was in this state that he heard a shrill laughter. "Ahaha." Gasping, Vincent yanked his head back up and stared in the mirror. It was but a glance, but he could have sworn he saw something. That's when he heard it, the voice.

"You, get it right?" There was a momentary pause as the rhetorical question was allowed to sink in. "The stage tonight is inquisition. Hurry up. You'll be judged there."

Vincent startled. "Am I seeing things?" He questioned himself, becoming wary of his judgment in this drunken haze. 'I should probably head home now...'

"Hey, are you leaving?" Erica approached him in between tables as his hand touched the door.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm calling it a night, maybe go home and drink there before bed."

"Alright, well... be careful going home."

He nodded at her half-heartedly. "I will."

"There you are. Tonight's stage is Inquisition." A voice spoke from everywhere and no where all at once. It annoyed him how familiar the unidentified male's voice was becoming to him. Thinking back to when he was at the bar earlier, he was now able to identify the voice he thought he heard in the bathroom as this oddly cheerful individual's voice. 'Is that bastard following me outside of my dreams now too!?' Vincent internally raged, his jaw clenching uncomfortably as an unusual flutter irritated his stomach. He chose to ignore the sensation and continue forward with the other scared and confused sheep.

"What is this place?" He questioned aloud, gazing upwards at the usual intimidating blocks that now seemed to be in a different area altogether. A few cubes above him, on either side, were two larger sheep with spears. 'Where did they get those?' Vincent climbed up those first cubes and made to move past the first one when it appeared to purposely move in front him, barring his path. "Um, excuse me..." He tried to reason, but his words fell on deaf ears as the other ignored him.

Frowning, the afro-headed male made to move around him in an opposite direction when, yet again the sheep blocked his path. 'I don't have time for this.' He looked back and saw the quickly crumbling cubes beneath them getting ever closer. As his head was turned, the sheep plowed into him. He lost his balance and fell over, landing on the next set of cubes below. That's when Vincent made a decision, 'It's a dog-eat-dog world here, just like the tie-wearing sheep said.'

After what seemed like hours of grueling free-climbing, Vincent's ears perked as he heard the first dings of the bell. 'I'm home free now!' He internally cheered, mustering up more stamina to race up those last few blocks. Ding. Ding. "I made it!" Ding. Ding. Vincent made a mad dash up the newly acquired blocks and hurried his way to the temporary safe zone where the other sheep rested before venturing on to the next block challenge.

At the top of the steps sat a heavy-set sheep with a belt and a police cap atop its head. "I can't believe I'm having these dreams..." He heard the sheep mutter to itself as he walked past him. As he walked around the clearing he heard a number of sheep muttering to themselves.

"I'll get her back."

"Eaaagh!"

"Hey."

"Uwaah!"

"I should be going soon."

"Hello."

"Ugh."

"Hehehe."

Vincent was in amazement at how much these sheep- er, human's- personalities differed from one another. Some were so terrified and shocked that they couldn't hold in their screams while others were enjoying the climb, eager to push off any sheep that got to close. Vincent scratched absently around the horns that appeared only in these nightmares before heading into the confessional.

The booth was as small and cramped as it normally was and, just like he had the first few times, approached the window first before sitting. He was beginning to enjoy irritating the mysterious voice whenever he found the chance. "How much longer are we going to play this game?"

"Stop complaining and sit down." Vincent could hear the bite at the end of the other's voice and had to stop himself from smirking as he followed the command.

"Here you are lost lamb. You're quite good to have made it past those blocks." The voice never failed to compliment his success at scaling the crumbling wall of blocks each night. "Now, here's the question."

:Who is more your type, Catherine or Katherine?:

The usual set of ropes dropped before him as the room seemed to darken a few degrees. As much as Vincent loved Katherine, the physical attraction he felt for Catherine was undeniable. After being with his girlfriend for a good many years, the excitement had all but left the bedroom. If he was being truthful- and he was- his answer was Catherine. The ropes disintegrated into dust and the room regained its unnatural glow.

"You chose that one." The voice commented. "I'm slowly starting to know you better!" He seemed gleeful by that, somehow. 'Weird.' "Now this is the fourth floor. If you keep on going up, you'll be out of here in no time. You'll be going soon." And with that the confessional box rose up and up, ascending to the second and last floor of Inquisition. He stepped out of the box.

"Daaaah." A hoarse voice shrieked. "Daaaaaddy."

"Yeah, that's not creepy at all." Vincent startled as he caught a glimpse of the deformed looking infant that screamed after him.

"Daaaaaddy!" It wailed.

"Stay away from me!" He yelled behind him as he began scrambling up the blocks, terrified of the creature darting after him.

:The Child has appeared. It is the killer, do not die:

Cube after cube he climbed- pushing, shoving, and pulling as needed.

"Daaaaady!" He heard it's constant cries if anger. "Eaaaugh!"

A flash of light sped past him, physically crashing into the block he had just hopped off of. 'Thank God, I moved.' He breathed out in an anguished manner, continuing his climb up the wall.

"Wait for me! Dah, dah, dah." The wall trembled under the giant infant's tantrum.

One more pulled block and he would reach the top.

"Daaaaaddy!"

"Not again." He groaned, standing on the final box.

"Daaaaaddy!"

His hand grasped the door handle. "Get back, you Hellspawn!" He yanked the door open, the almost holy light piercing the darkness and burning into the infant's eyes.

"Eaaaugh!"

Stay away!" He shouted, ducking low to allow more light to touch the monster.

"Ahhgh!" It screamed, skin burning and cracking before falling back into the pits from which it came.

"I did it." Vincent's eyes widened happily. "It's gone." A smile spread across his face. "Yeah, baby. I beat this thing!" A full grown grin stretched across his face as he walked through the doorway.

"Congratulations are in order for your skills. The Inquisition was unable to extract your secrets." The mysterious voice spoke.