The sound of a child's laughter is heard echoing in empty halls...

Frantic footsteps upon mountainous terrain and sinister laughter following behind...

"Leave me alone!" came the desperate plea from the child...

"MENTOR!"

"Ack!" Sheen bolted upright in his bed, his face drenched in sweat. He looked over to his right and saw Nesmith still asleep with his blindfold on. Quietly, Sheen rose from his bed and tip-toed to the bathroom, not wanting to wake his simian partner.

After relieving himself, Sheen grabbed a cloth and damped it with cold water, rubbing his face with it while trying to understand the meaning behind his dream.

"Who was that? Why the heck would I dream of somethin' like that?" Sheen asked himself as he looked up in his mirror. What he saw next made him jump back a few inches in fear. "Nesmith!" he cried out and huddled against the toilet.

Nesmith's footsteps could be heard and the bathroom door was slammed open. "Sheen, what's going on? It's too early to be up." He said while bending down to Sheen's level. Turning Sheen's face towards him, Nesmith became rather concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Sheen shakily pointed a finger towards the mirror. "S-s-shadow...g-glowin' eyes..." he stuttered and covered his eyes.

Looking over at the mirror, Nesmith cocked his head and stood in full view of the mirror, but whatever Sheen had saw apparently was not there as he could only see his reflection staring back at him. "Sheen, there's no shadow with glowing eyes in the mirror. You must have seen just your darkened reflection since you didn't bother to turn on the light."

"Ok, but what about the glowin' eyes?!" Sheen asked frantically.

"The glowing eyes were only the moon's reflection in your eyes." Nesmith finished explaining to Sheen, helping the boy to his feet.

"Sure, whatever, Nesmith, but it was...behind me..." Sheen said, looking back in the mirror, somewhat relieved that whatever he saw had since disappeared.

"Your mind's probably playing tricks on you, Sheen. You did, after all, wake up in the middle of the night, so you could still be tired..." Nesmith assured and guided Sheen out of the bathroom.

Sheen laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm still sleepy...can you carry me, Nesmith?" He drawled.

Nesmith chuckled at his friend's request. "Oh, Sheen. If this was three years ago, I would, but you've grown since then. I think you're more than capable of carrying yourself." He smiled at Sheen who rolled his eyes.

"Pfft, fine. I bet Dorkus would have. The dude could lift anything...I wonder how he's doin'." Sheen pondered as he looked out the window viewing Dorkus' house.

Nesmith patted Sheen's back. "You'll find out tomorrow, until then, let's get back to bed." He said while letting out a yawn.

"Sure, Nesmith."

As soon as the bedroom door was shut, the bathroom mirror rippled and a shadowy outline of a person appeared, its eyes glowing an ominous yellow. After a few seconds of looking at nothing in particular, its eyes closed and white streaks went down its cheeks and down its chin. A slightly audible sniff could be heard before it disappeared from the mirror.

Hey guys, guess who's writing again? Me~!

So instead of completing Dorkus' Origins like I should have been doing, I've decided on going backwards with my fanon fanfiction since stuff's been happening these past couple weeks when I was on my hiatus.

There will be heartache, painful memories, and a lot of anger within this story due to various reasons.

With that being said, please be advised that Sheen is older in this fic as it is mentioned that three years has passed since "Banana Quest", and his mannerisms have more or less changed (i.e. He doesn't call Nesmith a monkey) as he's gained some compassion along with maturity, so any OOCness that you guys come across with Sheen's character is deliberate. Also please note that both Sheen and Nesmith are still on Zeenu and no longer have the desire to return to Earth.

Please enjoy~