A/N: A song fic dedicated to Nny... the song is Shell from the anime Witch Hunter Robin! Enjoy for this is a bloody insane little thing my children!! (eh, I hope there are no children reading this.. nervous laugh..)

It's like I'll disappear as soon as I close my eyes...

Nny's eyes went wide as the darkness slithered, smothering him with the incessant lull of quiet. Everything... was hushed, way too quiet. But despite this, his mind hummed, and whispered horrible little nothings, wrapping his thoughts in a thick, oozing madness dripping with bloody, sadistic suggestions with hideously deformed carnage as the result.

I feel like I've turned into someone that even I don't recognize... Sadly, I've become so small I want to be rescued, but instead of sighing I vomited up my loneliness, and just lay there, measuring it all up...

A flash of brilliant and horrific images rolled within the howling wind of the night, circling the piercing radiant moon, vivid accounts of his past shrilly screamed at him and glared a look of.. something he didn't quite grasp. He couldn't really keep his thoughts on one thing for too long, everything was going to fast for that. No, he just stood there paralyzed as it engulfed him, but instead of darkness, a white flash danced before his eyes. He blinked and took several awkward steps back.

A circle of colors appeared and he tried to stab at them, tried to curse them, tried. But they just got brighter, and shone so intensely it was ethereal. It was too much for Nny... A second flashed by, and rolled on as he collapsed to the ground.

For the sake of those whom I should trust I chose to come here, a cage into which I've locked myself, and now there's no escape. Deep inside my parched throat lies the reason for this growing impermanence, scared of the approaching tomorrow I cower and collapse...

Amidst this drop of time gone dry -- my heart is drowning and writhing -- these lies that make me dizzy I took them and tore them up and with that, I became lost in a world of thin darkness.

Soon, the images and all that was tormenting him faded to oblivion. All that was left...

He did not know. All he knew was although the screams still echoed in his ears, resonating torture and a relentless ambiance, all he could do was grin. Manically and hideously.

He laughed.

But it seeks me out and whispers to me

This voice of thin darkness.