Author Notes: It's only been a week since the last chapter and I already have chapter eight completed. WOO! This is the shortest chapter up to now, so that is probably why it didn't take long to complete. Enjoy~


I open my eyes. Immense pain was the first feeling I felt. "AAAH! WHERE AM I?!" I shouted loudly panicking. I struggled to escape, but my wrists were shackled to the wall by two metal bindings. "Ok! Ok! Calm down. Breathe. Breathe," I told myself, although I was having a tough time breathing. The pain was coming from all over my arms and legs, a pounding headache, and something sharp that was sticking in my hand. There was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling brightly illuminating the entire room. Looking around my vision was a tad blurry. When I gazed down, my glasses were on the floor, crushed and broken into two halves, soaked in blood.

I decided to examine the area around me. The room itself was not large at all, around the size of an average bedroom. The walls and floor were completely made of concrete. Across the room from me was a barred door, like one you would see in jail. On the other side of the door was a stairway going up. The room had nothing else in it, not even any windows. From this information, I could tell I was in some kind of underground room.

Next, I examined myself. Scattered all over my arms and legs were tiny cuts. Many of them were spilling blood, which dripped onto the floor. A big pool of my blood was underneath me. I took a glance at my right hand. There was a nail sticking right through my hand! I began to freak out again, struggling to escape. Though I stopped trying, knowing that I could not escape these shackles. Is there no way of escape? I wondered. I got flashbacks from when I was younger and locked in the pantry. Eventually I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. They were getting louder and louder. "Mae!?" I yelled, hoping that was who was coming towards me.

"Heh Heh Heh," came a chuckle from the other side of the only door. It was the man who kidnapped me. I think his name was Mr. Penderson?

"What do you want with me?!" I shouted at him angrily. He entered into the room, leaving the door open behind him.

"Don't get angry at me. I may have been the one to drag you here, but I was not the one to do all this to you."

"You mean you did not cause all these cuts and the nail in my hand?" I could not remember who it was that actually did the deed of torture. I'm sure I was knocked out while it occurred. "If not you, then who was it?"

"You know him very well. Heh Heh." Penderson had a fierce glare pointed at me.

I did not understand. "Who?"

"Your fox boyfriend."

"What? No! Gregg would not do this. If you truly mean it, then show me proof!"

"I believe you two know each other as bug and cap'n. Eh?"

"How is that proof? Just because you know some nicknames means nothing."

"Oh? I guess you're right. Well, as long as he's not busy, I guess I could bring him here. He probably would love to speak to you," Penderson spoke then chuckled. I did not think Gregg would appear. I had full faith that Gregg has nothing to do with any of this. Mr. Penderson began to talk as if he was somehow communicating with somebody else, "Master! Master! I need you. The bear has awoken. He does not believe the truth and I require your assistance." Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then the light began to flicker rapidly. Suddenly, the light went completely off. I was frightened of what or who might appear. Fwoosh! The light came back, and Gregg was standing in the center of the room. He was smiling with wide eyes. His clothes were oddly red, and he had strange black streaks on his head. He also wore spiked bands on his wrists. Did he just teleport into here? I wondered, bedazzled by the thought.

"G-Gregg?" I spoke, still frightened and confused.

He waved his hand to me. "Hello you big idiot. How are things going?"

"Are you really the one who did this Gregg? All these cuts and the nail?"

"Of course! And let me tell you, every second of it was… wonderful."

I refused to believe this was the real deal. "The Gregg I know would not have done this. You are a fake!"

Gregg sighed. He stepped close to me and pointed at his own eyes. "Look into my eyes. NOW!" I did so and could not notice anything too unusual. "Now look at the eyes of that old man." Gregg pointed towards Mr. Penderson. I examined his eyes, and I noticed that Penderson's eyes were murky compared to Gregg's eyes.

"I see the difference, but… what does this mean?"

Gregg made a 'go away' hand motion to Mr. Penderson, then the old man left the room. Gregg returned his attention to me. "I guess Mae figured it out faster than you could. Real people have normal, clear eyes. As you just noticed my eyes are fine. The fakers have ugly eyes with less clarity."

"Well… What's with the getup? Why do you look different?" I was referring to his clothes and the spiked wristbands.

"What? Am I not allowed to wear something else? It's a recent change I made. I think my new style reflects me perfectly now. Don't you like it?"

"No, it's terrible. You're an evil Greggory!"

He repeatedly tapped his chin thinking about what I just said. "Evil… Evil... I like the sound of that... Evil Greggory."

"But why? Why are you doing this?" I felt I needed a reason. He wouldn't hurt me or Mae just for the fun of it all.

He completely avoided my question with, "Wow. That is kinda funny, because Mae also asked why."

"Because this is not at all like you!"

Gregg started laughing hysterically. "Ha. Ha. HAHA! HAHAHAHA! Heh… I... I guess you don't know me well enough then. You were always the worst boyfriend."

"Don't say that!"

"Oh boy. I guess I hit a nerve. But it is true. Every day with you was another day of agonizing torture."

"Gregg please… We both know that isn't true."

"Shut it! I was planning on ditching you before we left to Bright Harbor. I would take all the money we saved up and move on my own."

Tears were streaming down my face. This pain was more unbearable than the cuts all over my body. "Please… I'm sorry we had that argument. I'm sorry that I acted rude. I still love you bug."

Gregg stopped smiling, and instead he gave a frown. His whole demeanor changed suddenly. "I-I love... you... too…?" He had a tough time getting it out.

"Gregg? Wait... It's the true you! Release me from these shackles. I will help you. Please! We can make it through this!" I yelled desperately.

Gregg clasped his own head and started shaking no violently. "No… No. No. No! No! No! NO! NO!" He raised his left arm in the air. A floating knife made of shadows appeared. "I HATE YOU! I WON'T LET YOU ESCAPE SO EASILY!" He began laughing maniacally again, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I had him! He was there for a second. It's possible to get the true Gregg back!

Then Gregg grabs the shadow knife and shoves it into my leg. I screamed in agony. "That should teach you for messing with me! I have business to take of, so I should be on my leave."

With the strange knife stuck in my leg I could not communicate easily, "Aah, Gregg don't, aah, leave."

"Nah, I think I'm ready to go. I don't want to waste any more time talking to a crybaby like you. Bye Bye~"

"Wait!" I tried to keep him here, but I could not. He gave me one final smile and then smashed the light bulb. The tiny room lost all light, and I knew that Gregg was gone. I wanted to think about what just happened. Though, with the pain throughout my entire body I couldn't focus on my thoughts. I began to feel woozy. I knew I was going to pass out. "Somebody will save you Gregg. I just know it," I mumbled - as the darkness came to surround me.


End Notes: I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. We got to see Gregg again, although it seems he has changed in appearance, and he has taken a liking to the name Evil Greggory.
Next chapter we will return to Mae's situation, so be on the lookout :3