A/N: Random concept, I know. May actually work with this, as I do still have idea.

I do not own TWEWY or NiD.


He walked on through the blackness. He did not remember how long he'd been walking- he could not remember why in the first place he was. It was just like he suddenly 'woke up' and found himself walking. He knew something was off, like the tinge that he knew exactly where he was, yet he could not place the feeling; like many of the other feelings that have been sleeping in him since his 'death'. He wanted to stop his tracks, to figure everything out, but it was like he was compelled to keep walking, the aching sense that he needed to escape.'But where?' So he kept walking,

..until he thought he glimpsed something through the blackness. He took a few steps in his spied direction, before stopping dead.

A little ways off there stood a figure clad in familiar JotM attire, though most attention would be drawn to striking yellowed-scarlet spiked hair, a majority of which could be seen, as the figure was facing the opposite way.

'..Neku?!' An impulse overtook him, and he began to run towards the apparition of his friend. "Neku!"

/Your friend is no more./ A voice echoed in his mind- or was it all around him? His eyes widened in meek surprise as the apparition began to metamorphosize, as if being swallowed by the darkness. He swiftly changed his course to backing away, knowing well enough not to take his eyes off the growing darkness, before a pain seemed to enter his head. He clutched at his head willing the pain to stop, as he heard the voice echo again. /Surely you know why./

He managed to shake off the pain enough to see Neku was no more. Instead, staring back at him were a pair of glowing eyes and a monstrous smile. The nightmarish creature locked eyes with him, and with one swift movement was in his face. /It's because you killed him!/

He flinched back and saw as the creature before him materialized a cloak-like cape, hands, feet, and gilded horns that curled forward, though the rest of it still remaining largely imperceivable. Then the creature spread eagle its cape, and he lingered in horror for only a heartbeat before trying to flee into the blackness, away from the torrent of dark creatures that spilled forth.

However, something seized him around his ankle, causing him to trip. He knew he had but one option left, and called upon a beam of light to dispatch the extremity death-gripping his ankle.

He was shaken to the core when nothing came.

/Drown in the sea of loneliness and despair!/ the voice chided, and a wave of its minions seemed to wash over him. For the first time since he could recall, an acrid fear spread through him, like the deepest pit of despair, and then he could feel no more.