Lee was trapped.

There was no other way to describe it.

He now knew what it was like to simply be the little voice in the back of his mind. He could speak, but not much else.

He could see, he could smell and he could feel, but he couldn't move. He couldn't control what he looked at, or what he said aloud.

He could simply be a little voice in the back of someone's mind.

HitTheTarget could also think, quite obviously. But now he could see what HitTheTarget was thinking, even if he (HitTheTarget) tried to hide it from the bear.

HitTheTarget was gloating again. Now little cub, don't you see? Aren't I brilliant, aren't I wonderful? Love me. Fear me.

You seem to be vainer then I remember, Lee knew he had to play his cards cautiously. A wrong move and it would know that he knew its secret. He had to build it up, reveal it when the time was right. Wait for it to give him an opportunity. Of course, you always were a peacock, pretty colours disguising your true nature, oh great and powerful Target.

So you have finally given in.

How could I not give in to someone as evil as you?

In the words of Shakespeare, "There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

It could not have been more perfect. It had just dropped the chance he was waiting for into his bear hands. AHA!

Aha? Why aha?

HitTheTarget doesn't read Shakespeare! He spends his time plotting against us, trying to create his dog army and take over the world.

I-I read Shakespeare in the times where I did not see your weakness!

OBJECTION! You said that Stampy was the finest playwright, bettering Shakespeare. Stampy asked if you had even read Shakespeare's works and you said No!

I was lying. You know I lie all the time.

You didn't then, Target. Or should I address you by your proper name, Nega? She hissed as he said her name.

Alright, Little Bear. Congratulations. You have won this battle.

I know why you're doing this too. You spoke truth when you said you always lied. But this lie is worse than most. I don't think your intentions are honourable.

I'm the shadow of Fear. Who I'm born and what my job is isn't exactly honourable.

Wrong. You're a bad liar.

I tricked you into thinking I was your nemesis. How can I be a bad liar if that's so?

You're a bad liar when it comes to a different kind of lying - lying to yourself.

Alright, bear. So you know a lot more about me than I do my own self. You can keep grinning away at this victory. But let's see how hard you laugh when your own sword is the one that kills your friends. Don't worry. I'll immobilize them first. Then I'll kill them all. I'll draw it out as long as possible. Who should I kill first? I think the duck is the best choice. I'll make it painful. Hack away at her, remove her wings and her legs and stick the sword through her stomach. And I'll make sure we all see every second of it, even if I have to tape their eyes open.

NO!

Then I think I'll go capture their siblings. It won't be like the elders could go anywhere. I'll kill them, in front of your friends. But I think I'll cut them along vital areas and let them bleed to death. Then the mollusc. I can hit two birds with one stone on this one. Of course, his would be mercifully quick, but I still know the build-up to it would be more torture than I can manage with just a sword. I'll hack off his tentacles and throw him into an aquarium.

Are you thinking of trying to drown a squid? Because I hate to be the one to tell you, but squids can breathe underwater.

No, idiot. I throw him into an aquarium with a sperm whale – the worst enemy of all squid kind. It'll eat him. I think a quick throat slitting would be enough for Salem. I think the cheeseman would make a nice sandwich, and that pretty mermaid in the glass case can be drowned while she sleeps.

Once again, you're trying to drown something that can't be drowned. At least Amy will be safe.

Well, she won't exactly be drowned. Just dropped in water where she can never be found to be given the antidote. Anyway, then we have the cat. Well- I think I won't kill him. I'll stab you in the chest and take over Stampy. I'll keep the penguin alive. I've developed a soft spot for her. Oh, this will be the most fun I've had in a long-

Then a blow knocked them over, and they fell to the ground. Nega made him stand and see who it was. The cheeseman was ready to fight them, and he was urging the others to fight and save Lee. 'Pathetic sentiments.' She whispered, no longer masking her voice. 'You want a fight, you'll get one.' She lunged for Ash, the sword glowing in her hand.

'Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon…' He whispered, not bothering to try and run. Was he just going to stand there and let her stab him? No. He had a very different plan…