When I was finally told what must happen, I couldn't believe it. Sheogorath wants me to go mad. My judgment was clouded by my desire to get close to Calypso for one night and because of that... Oh, what did I get myself into? Was it madness for me even join the Twisted Metal competition in the first place?
"In a way, yes," Sheogorath answers my thought. "But the madness I offer is so much more, so much better." I don't like the emphasis he put on that last word.
"I don't want to go mad," I tell him in a shaky voice.
"The moment you signed away your soul," Sheogorath explains, "you lost the chance to choose what you want. Now either you let me in or I'll leave you alone till you change your mind, and believe me, you won't like the latter."
If that's my two choices, I'd rather be left alone. Sheogorath sighs angrily. He slams his hands on the table and yells, "Fine!" I blink and all goes black.
He's gone. Everything is gone. No table. No forest. No sky. No ground. No light. It's as if my eyes are still closed. I stumble around in the dark and try feeling around for anything tangible. Nothing. I am alone.
"Hello?!" I yell into the darkness, but there is no answer. I continue to search for anything I can grab onto. "Sheogorath?!" I cry, and still silence. I begin to panic. It feels as if I've been in the dark for a millennium. I am exhausted. I can't continue like this. I should've let him in. I curl into the fetal position and go to sleep.