DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mother 3.

...Fuzzy pickles...

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White. White as far as the eye could see. Lucas couldn't pick out the walls or the floor; he was just floating in a white void.

He felt he had somewhere to go in this colourless abyss, so he walked on, his feet touching an unseen floor.

Something was glowing up ahead. It was the final Needle! Lucas looked around. The Masked Man wasn't here. They didn't find it! He quickened his pace. He looked down at the needle. He wrapped his fingers around it, about to pull it out. About to awaken the Dark Dragon. He loosened his grip on the Needle as he looked up. There, standing on the opposite side of the Needle, was his long lost brother Claus.

He was smiling at Lucas. He looked older, the same age as the blonde boy. He looked the same as he did three years ago, wearing the same blue and yellow striped shirt and orange shorts, orange hair and green eyes. Yet something about him was...different.

"Hello Lucas," the orange-haired boy said warmly. "We meet again."

Lucas wanted to speak to his bro, tell him how much he missed him. But nothing came out. He couldn't even open his mouth.

"A lot of things have happened ever since mom died and I left." Claus turned around, facing the emptiness. "I pulled three Needles and you pulled three as well. Whoever pulls the seventh Needle gets control of the Dark Dragon." He looked over his shoulder. "...Right?"

Lucas nodded. Even though he didn't pull three of the Needles...Did he?

"You want to pull the final Needle. I don't but I have to." Claus chuckled but didn't sound happy. "Only one thing stands in your way. And that's me." He whirled around. "You need to kill me in order to pull the final Needle."

Lucas stared at his orange-haired brother. Why did he have to kill him? He didn't want to- he couldn't kill his kin. Claus walked around until he was beside Lucas, who turned to face him.

"What's wrong? Why do you hesitate? Oh yeah, that's right... You don't want to kill me or anyone." Claus leaned forward and embraced his brother. "But it has to happen." He released Lucas and began to fade. "Oh well, let's leave that until the time comes." He smiled and waved, the white void replacing his image.

Lucas reached out to grasp the fading boy. He didn't want him to go after this short reunion. His hand grabbed air.

You can cry later, there is work to be done, he heard someone whisper into his ear. He grasped the Needle once again and lifted it out of the ground. The white space seemed to move, Lucas could feel the invisible floor quaking. Black space slowly replaced the white space, slowly ate Lucas away.

Lucas awoke curled up on a big, fluffy sofa in the flying limousine that was soaring to New Pork City, with no memory of the dream.