It was cold. The only source of light was the lamp that towered over the witch's face as she lied down on the table? Actually, strike that-she was strapped. Her mouth was taped shut so she wouldn't be able chant her spells. Or scream in horrifying terror. Or beg for it to stop before it even began.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to dissect a Witch." Actually, Eruka could imagine it. After all, you didn't need to know Stein for too long to put together that he had a thing for taking things apart.

"Yes. It'll be nice to see what makes these Witch's tick." The Frog Witch would never had thought the Reaper Boy would be hear to watch her dissection. He was holding his weapons in his hands, encase Eruka had tried to make a run for it somehow. Too bad that was close to impossible.

"I'm wasn't the kind of man who'd let something suffer during an experiment. Good thing I'm dead." Sid the Zombie couldn't possibly look scarier to the desperate Witch as the three tower over her all had cynical expressions on their faces, all with the intent of carving her like a turkey.

"Now then. Crona." Eruka flinched when she saw the pink haired boy walk into the room. His usual gloomy expression was now a happy one. But not the fun kind of happy. The creepy, diabolical, madness induced happy you see on a serial killer.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Since you brought the Witch to us on a silver platter, I want you to be the first one to cut her up." Stein handed him a dissection knife as, the boy's smile actually becoming wider as he happily accepted the knife.

"I can deal with that." he walked over to Eruka's restrained body, the Witch, at this point, was struggling and screaming as loud as the gag in her mouth would allow her. That last bit of instinct, the instinct of survival, had kicked into overdrive as she struggled to gain her freedom. But it was useless: Stein had said that these straps were made to restrain Black*Star, and that kid punches through concrete and steel just for kicks!

"Don't worry Miss Eruka." Crona's oddly sweet voice was not helping Eruka calm down. If anything, it was making her even more scared of the killer before her.

"Please! Crona, don't! You can't do this! Please! Please! Please!" Begging at this point was pointless, with tape over her mouth, her words came out garbled and unable to properly understand.

"It won't hurt for too long." Crona lifted the knife and moved it to Eruka's neck, the perfect place to remove her jugular and vocal chords. Eruka began to cry. How could she not? She was going to get dissected. Crona was about to cut her. His knife was just an inch away. She screamed, bucked, and begged for Crona to stop now. "Your crying...I can't deal with that."

SLASH!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGH!"

Panting, sweating, Eruka shot up in horrific fright. She looked down at herself: she wasn't strapped to a table, she was in her bed in her room. She inspected her neck with her hand: no scar or cut. She quickly got up and went to her bathroom to see herself. Aside from unavoidable bed hair, cold sweat, and blood shot eyes with paranoia looking dead at her, she was fine.

"It...it was a dream." Correction: a nightmare. Eruka shuddered in memory of the events in her dream. The entire thing had felt so real. Almost too real. As if it was some sort of memory. Eruka shook herself as she walked back to her bed.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Eruka flinched when she heard the knocking, almost about to scream. She controlled herself and stole back her composure as she walked over to the door, trembling as she opened it. She nearly screamed when she saw it was Crona, but settled herself.

"Are you OK, Eruka?" Crona asked her, "It's almost 3 in the morning." The Meister looked tired, the rings under his eyes more visible then ever.

"S-sorry, Crona. Didn't mean to wake you." Eruka apologized.

Crona yawned as he began heading back to his room, "I don't know how to deal with your screaming." That made Eruka shudder as she closed the door when she was sure Crona was in his room. She walked back to her bed when she noticed a box. A box of chocolates to be exact, empty and near her bed. Eruka growled as she face-palmed herself.

"I gotta stop eating chocolate before bed..." she groaned as she crawled into bed. Hopefully the sugar was out her system as she fell asleep.