D had the nightmare again, terrifying, it was. Involving the hall of mirrors only it was more of a maze then anything else. With the walls being mirrors, it was difficult to tell which was a pathway and which was a dead end. Whenever he encountered a dead end, it would show one of his bad memories from 2 years back and nothing else. Bue and mal had the bodies of 6 year olds when they left him. Showing all the feelings that had welled up. He started punching mirrors as a voice above laughed at him.

"Why...why's this happening?...THIS MAZE IS POINTLESS!" D said calming down a bit. He was getting impatient with everything that had been going on and tried to walk out back the way he came but the pathway was no longer there and all there was was forward. After the laughing stopped, the images in the mirrors stopped as well but when they did, it seemed like a cold brush of air was whooshing past him, the atmosphere felt brooding and the halls were all disturbingly silent. D was almost wishing for that mocking voice to return but it didn't. The walking pace he was going at started to pick up speed when he heard a small noise from behind him then another noise only louder, he got faster, then another, he started running but didn't look back once. This fear blinded him as he continuously ran into dead ends and shattering mirrors that he crashed into. When he eventually paused to take a breath and pick out a few glass shards, the noise stopped but, not wanting to take any chances, he swung his arm up and pressed it to one of the non broken mirrors and focused to make a way out. Of course, it didn't work then the noise started again and he began running once more.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" He yelled in terror.

"It's just us, D." D stopped dead in his tracks hearing those voices.

"What the-...? Is that you guys?" Mal and Bue walked out of a dark corner that had completely cloaked them from view as they walked into his sight. D ran up to hug them, it seemed out of character but he didn't care as they hugged him back until he heard the laughter again only it was coming from the two he was hugging and he let go. He saw a puppet that looked similar to mal, D didn't recognize it but something told him to get away so he jumped back when he saw it stand up by itself, seeming to have a soul of it's own.

"Long time no see, pal." The puppet spoke, D was confused but still scared as hell of it.

"Who...what are you?" D asked it suspiciously.

"You don't remember...do you?"

"That voice...is that-?" D squinted his eyes at the talking puppet until they bulged with surprise and realization. "D-Dominic!"

"Now you remember? You threw me away and destroyed all the other toys that didn't suit your fancy, I lasted the longest. How could you forget ME, best buddy?" The puppet asked with fake sincerity.

"I just did…. H-how did you-...I thought I destroyed ALL of you!" D glared but with some tremble in his slightly stuttering voice.

"I managed to survive your stupid tantrum battlefield." The puppet directed his attention to a mirror on their right. When D looked around, he noticed the familiarity in it just as all the hallway entrances and exits closed up and the place was no a large octagon room with mirror walls…. It was the same room D had his breakdown in with mal as witness...regrettably.

"So what do you want?"

"Your life." There was eerie silence between them, D couldn't utter proper understandable words. He didn't want to admit he was afraid and never would, but his shaking body language spoke otherwise.

"Hahahaha! YOU'RE afraid of ME?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" D glared at the laughing puppet and punched the glass of the mirror behind him and with one of the sharpest shards he picked up, threw it at the puppet. Dominic didn't dodge but instead, the minute the shard was within an inch's distance, he turned into Bue and she got struck instead. D gasped and ran over to her.

"Bue! Bue!" The blood from the stab stained her shirt until it began dripping and making an actual puddle from the blood loss. He lifted her up and looked around the room for SOME opening, not having much medical knowledge seeing as none of them have ever really gotten hurt before and they're usually able to heal themselves, he knew no better than to take the shard out. Her bleeding became profuse, D turned around frantically looking for any opening he could, putting his hand to multiple mirrors to try and create his own path. Just like before, it didn't work. Trying to snap up some gauze at the very least failed also. Upon looking back up at the mirrors surrounding him...all he could see was his terrified face...but one mirror was different…. It showed an entryway to mike's subconscious. Mal was walking through calmly, D's voice from inside the mirror was pleading for him to come back, knowing how bright it is over there, mal didn't listen, as a matter of fact...he began running out the minute he entered Mike's subconscious and still within D's sight...He burned. Mal was screaming in pain as it seemed like his skin was boiling and steaming before turning black until he burned up. D looked down at a bleeding Bue and he picked up the shard once more.

Can a personality...kill itself?...

It was then that the dream ended and he shot up from the bed, Bue was lying beside and mal was in the bed only he was facing away and appeared to be shaking. D grabbed the bucket.