For those of you who don't know, I used to be known as LanternLover23, until a mishap with my account. Now I cannot get back into that account: so I have created a new one. New name, new life, and even new gender. (not one word) So anything from now on is about DarkAngel089 (call him Dark) and he is the reincarnation of LanternLover23. Welcome to the new story, the new chapter: Out With The Old And In With The New. (working title)

Ah, the freedom of flight, the weightlessness of free fall. Doesn't it feel wonderful? Well, it would if I wasn't uncontrollably zooming at the speed of light towards a house shaped like a Jack O Lantern.

Right then and there I hated my life already, and it hadn't even started yet.

When I crashed through the ceiling it shattered into millions of pieces of material and debris around me before I landed square on my back in the middle of what looked like a living room. What perturbed me was I hadn't been able to use these useless wings that were, for some reason, on my back. They were silvery white before turning black at the tip of each feather.

And they had been fluttering uselessly next to me the entire fall as if they didn't even work. Somehow, the fall didn't kill me. I got up, brushed lots of dirt and dust off my clothes and looked around. Yup, definitely a living room. The problem was I seemed to have amnesia. Nothing looked familiar. Before suddenly appearing in the sky in a flash of light everything was a blank. It was like I had only been alive for one minute. Which was weird, to be honest.

And then- it happened. Thousands of images, names and faces rushed into my mind like a river at the exact same time. The real reason I hate my life. Visions flashed before my eyes, people I didn't even know. White eyed black haired guy. Litwick. Something that looked like Godzilla in a superman suit. Zilla. A copper streaked blond with lavender-blue eyes. Phoenix. Black and purple haired girl. Three P. Brown haired girl. Echo.

All of this flooding into my mind made my head clench in pain. (if that's possible) I shook my head but the images only got stronger. Then a clear, crisp male voice bellowed through my head. I thought I was going insane. I can get rid of the images. Just let me take over.

I was so desperate and confused that I let him take over. Take over apparently meant have temporary control over my mind and body. I blacked out and when I woke up half the room was destroyed and the words I AM ALLISTER printed across the wall in red spray paint.

But the images only got faster and stronger. Brown haired girl with chunk of white hair on left. Ace. Two twins- one with white hair with a black stripe and the other the opposite. Dream. Wish. More images seeped into my mind like wildfire. Then places, a beach, an messy apartment with a three tailed werewolf, a brown haired puppeteer in a field, and a castle. THE GMAD LAIR.

The last image was a girl (I saw her full height) with red hair and black eyes, cheeks speckled with crimson freckles. Lantern. Somehow, I felt connected to her. Like she, was me.

Then I got mad at the voice in my head.

You said you would get rid of the images, not make them stronger!

Yup, you fell for that one hook line and sinker.

Yup. I am definitely going insane.

Well make them stop!

I can't. I just wanted to leave your head for awhile.

Who are you?

Did you not read the message? I am Allister. I am you and you are me. We will never be separate, and if need be I can control your body and make it look different. Let's call it Legna mode!

Let's not.

I am also an insane serial killer so… have fun with that!

Wait what?

But "Allister" had gone silent. Then I remembered the girl. Her name. Lantern. We were connected somehow. And I was going to find out how.

Oh Dark, you are connected in more ways than you could ever imagine. Why do I enjoy torturing OCs? Oh well