SetoSorcerer couldn't believe the agony he had started. Just one thought of revenge had sent him spiraling down into a pit of darkness, and made him cause so much pain. He regretted what he did so much, that he barely left his house anymore. He left the lights off, but always left the curtains open. Thank god he lived out in the country, or else the neighbors would've been suspicious of the tombstones he made for the 7 friends he had killed. Each day, he sat at his kitchen table (the dining table was in another room.) and stared out the window above the counter. He stared at those tombstones for hours on end, barely eating or drinking.

Seto grew so thin, it was unhealthy. He could barely sleep, the screams and cries of his friends haunted him every day was enough. However, his friends were eagerly awaiting for SetoSorcerer to go to sleep. They had a special surprise in store for Seto. They were no longer the people they used to be, but at the same time, were the same people they used to be.

One day, when the sun had gone down and Seto was tired of staring at his friends graves, SetoSorcerer walked upstairs to go to bed. He entered his bedroom, and sighed. This was where he started his plan for revenge, and were he regained his control. He didn't turn off the light. He just laid down on his bed. He sighed, and rolled over on his side. Soon, he fell asleep.

Something growled loudly in his ear. Seto swatted it with his hand, and hit something. A roar occurred, echoing like it happened in a tunnel. Seto awoke with a start.

The room was dark. To dark. It was like a black fog had enveloped the entire room. Seto didn't like it. It gave him the creeps. He got up, and took a step forward, and the fog went away completely. Like it was scared of him. Seto almost fainted from what he saw.

The entire room, which looked like his bedroom, had blood splatters all over the walls. Pools of blood where here and there on the floor, and blood leaked from the ceiling.

On the wall, right above the picture of his friends in Team Crafted that were around before he was kicked off Team Crafted (it was now cracked, looking like a rock had been thrown at it), were words. Written in blood.

"WE WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID"

Then the door swung open. Seto slowly walked out into the hallway, and his jaw dropped.

It looked like his house, the same wooden floors, wall paper, doors, and whatnot. However, it looked different. The second floor was entered by an inside balcony, with a staircase that was positioned on opposite ends that slightly curled. Seto walked to the edge to the balcony, and put a hand on the cold metal banister.

"Woah..." Seto breathed. Before he felt something. This feeling was unpleasant, and gave him the chills.

He felt like he was being watched. Seto looked to his right, see a person with bright red eyes watching him. The person slunk away, back down the hallway. Seto walked towards the hallway, before a hand grabbed his mouth from behind. The hand was clawed, and was made up of black scales. Seto made a muffled "MMMMH" noise, and tried to push the person away. The person was impossible strong, however.

"What? You don't like our game? You stopped playing from the start!" Someone laughed. That someone sounded like Deadlox. Seto tried to open his mouth, but the cold claws of the hand dug into his skin. A hand grabbed his neck, and spun him around. Seto came face to face with a pair of glowing, purple, dragon-like eyes. It was Ty. Except he was different.

He now had a pair of black outlined, scaly, purple dragon wings, a black scaly dragon tail with a sharp, sliver spike on the end, and a pair of chrome horns sat on his head. He also looked pissed. Seto hadn't noticed that yet.

"TY! Oh I'm so glad you're here!"

Ty didn't respond. His eyes just narrowed even more.

"Ty? Is...everything okay?"

"Not since you murdered me, you monster." Ty growled, smiling. His teeth were now as sharp as knives. He picks Seto up by his own throat, now showing even a ounce of mercy. He throws Seto at the wall, and a nasty crack echoed through the hallway.

Seto tumbled to the floor, trying not to scream. He clung to his left arm, the pain he was feeling the equivalent of pins and needles, knives and daggers, being stuck into his skin as if he was a pincushion.

"T-Ty...please..pl...please don't hurt me." Seto begged him, his voice cracking from the pain he was feeling. Ty walked over Seto, casting a shadow over him. Ty just growled in anger. His eyes narrowing, filled with the fires of revenge and anger.

"Don't hurt you! HELL, I'LL KILL YOU! I WANT YOU TO SUFFER THE SAME PAIN I HAD TO ENDURE! YOU CAUSED ME THE HORRIBLE FATE I HAVE NOW! I WILL MAKE YOU SUFF-Gah!"

Ty buckled forward, gripping the back of his head. He fell to the floor, shaking. He was bleeding from the head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. Seto scrambled up, his left arm hurting insanely, and he was limping slightly. He scrambled down a hallway, a random hallway, and tried to run. However, with his arm (which he thought was broken) and his leg was probably sprained a little.

Seto overheard growling behind him, and he skidded to a halt, yanking the closet door open, and slamming it shut. It was a small room, with two walls painted a scarlet red and the other two painted white. The trim was wooden. The room was pretty much bare, but there was a double door closet on the wall to the right of Seto.

Seto wasted no time in diving inside it, and slamming the door shut. It was full of paintings, all of which were fading away, with the white faded parts splotched here and there.

Seto could hear the door swinging open, is doorknob slamming against the wall. The growling had stopped, but the atmosphere changed from scary, to something much worse. The air smelled of the rustic scent of blood, and it became thick and heavy. It was like the air itself was trying to choke Seto.

Then it sounded like someone was sniffing outside. Seto decided he only had a few moments to either accept death or fake it so he could get out. Alive, preferably. He noticed a open can of red paint, and what looked like a paint tool that could be used for scraping paint against the canvas. It also looked like a weapon. Seto decided he could fake his own death.

In a surprisingly fast rate, Seto poured a small amount of paint underneath him, and then grabbed a painting. He stabbed the painting tool's metal part about halfway through. Since he was wearing a hoodie, he could put the metal edge into his clothing, and not harm himself.

The sniffing grew closer and got louder, and so did the footsteps. Seto quickly stabbed the sharp edge into the hood of his hoodie, and slighting through the hoodie itself. He threw the painting onto himself, and then made a crashing noise by grabbing onto another painting and pulling it down. Before the closet door was thrown open, Seto positioned himself into a dead position, as if the painting and the tool had fallen on him. He splashed a bit of paint onto the sides of his lips, to make it look convincing.

When the closet door opened, Seto dared not blink. All he saw way a pair of black tennis shoes, and the ends of grey pants.

"Tch. He died, and so pathetically."

It was Ty. He was disappointed at the fact Seto died so fast, and in such a boring manner to. Seto didn't dare even breathe. His eyes were starting to hurt.

"Might as well tell the others" He shrugged.

Then he walked away, opening the door, and shutting it behind him. Seto gets up, throwing the painting off him and removing the paint tool from his clothing.

"I got to get out of here!" Seto tells himself frantically. He bursts out of the closet, and slowly opens the door to the room. Ty was not in the hallway, so Seto tip-toed out into the area Ty first attacked him in.

He slid down the banister of one of the stairs, and grabbed the doorknob. He twisted it.

But it didn't open.

He yanked at the door knob, and it still didn't open. Seto pounded on the door with his fists. The door didn't even budge. Seto was getting frantic, banging against the door and yelling for help.

The door was stuck. The windows still has glass on them and Seto was not willing to get stabbed in the gut, knee caps, and palms of his hands. Most of the windows were boarded up or locked.

He couldn't escape. Unless he was willing to step deeper into the darkness and agony he himself created, and was willing to recreate and re-experience memories he was aching to forget.