Hiro landed hard again and growled in annoyence, sure he was away from Wonderland now-But still he wished the landings could be less painful than they were.

This concern was completely forgotten as he saw where he landed in-A graveyard. As a matter of fact his head was mere inches away from the grave of what looked to be someone's dog. He gasped and stood up fast now, backing away. He noticed something else different-

His armor changed.

Instead of the purple armor he wore it was now completely black and dented, his gloves were twisted to look like the claws of monsters. Hiro pulled off his mask and looked at it for a moment, it looked as though it were melted and would be painful to actually wear (although as Hiro would mentally note it still felt the same) and then he finally noticed his reflection.

His eyes looked horrifically sunken in, his face now pale and partially stitched. He opened his mouth as he looked at the reflection, revealing his gums had tightened and his teeth were now elongated. A couple of them looked sharper. Hiro found himself a little worried as his skin felt weird on him. But he remembered the way it looked well from a funeral he attended in memory of a friend of Aunt Cass. He poked it a bit for a test and he froze a bit. It felt like all of the blood was drained from his body.

He found himself breathing rather fast, wondering now what had happened-If he'd died or something to cause these changes. Did he even need to breathe? There was a bolt the center of his neck. He knew that if it was touched he'd feel it completely through his skin.

He shook it off as an illusion-Surely it must be.

Hiro took off a glove to look at his hand-stitched completely together with one robotic finger. He reached for the other glove to see the damage to it and gasped as it refused to come off. He glanced closer to it and saw it had actually melded to his skin, like it was his hand now.

He closed his eyes and felt the side of his neck.

He had a heartbeat. He wasn't dead, thankfully. But what happened to him? He looked down, one of his legs were robotic now, the other was stitched together.

Hiro put his glove and helmet back on and looked around. This place was the absolute definition of well...Halloween. He began to walk to the gate and paused, placing one of the sharp gloves onto it. Did he really want to explore this place?

...No. But he felt like he needed to anyway. He needed to find whoever did this to him and demand to know why.

But Hiro couldn't bring himself to actually push the door open for the first few minutes, though. Until a shriek behind him made him jump, the gate opening as he turned around, breathing heavy with a hand on his heart. Which he could feel pulsing against his armor.

There was a ghost, a ghost of all things in front of him laughing, "Sorry about that, kid!" it said still laughing before flying off.