Night finally woke up. He was lying on the ground for quite some time until he finally started to move. He felt that someone just took out his organs from him. He moved his robotic arm slowly to his head as he sat up. He held the back of his head as he found that there was some sort of a break there. But he didn't feel like fixing it. He continued to sit there. Electricity was going threw his robotic part of the body from this strange damage. He felt like forgetting everything and just do what he was suppose to. But what was it?
He stood up as he started to walk towards the rock staircase towards The God of Darkness. He sat on the staircase as he still held his robotic arm to the back of his head. He had some nightmares of his creator. Not The Lord of Dekay √ the creator who made him a half cyborg. But was he really a cyborg? He was used as a machine, he always acted like one. Night was clueless and confused in his thoughts. He was confused in why did he had thoughts at all? Something was defiantly wrong. He couldn't remember anything from who he was and weren't now. But suddenly a flash in his mind appeared, and he remembered his purpose. He took out his Holy Dagger from his back as he turned around to Sandro. He was his target. Night now remembered that. He started to go up the staircase as he stood in front of The God of Darkness. His main objective. He didn't remember how he was captured and who could of done it, but he didn't cared now.
But Night heard a voice as it said "Don't be a fool! You can't kill him now!! He is a prisoner and must be punished!! You will only free him!" Night was clueless in who was it. He was after all a machine; he couldn't have had any thoughts. He grabbed his head as he let go of the dagger and it fell on the staircase. Night backed as he said "Get out of my head!" He tripped on the staircase as he fell down on the ground, hitting the staircase several times. He was lying on the ground for a few minutes as he finally sat up. What was wrong with him!? He couldn't understand anything now. Suddenly he heard the voice, but it was now outside his body. It said "I'm not your imagination. Remember, you had one."
Night turned to the direction from where the voice was coming from. He was amazed and surprised in who he saw. It was unlike anything he experienced in his whole life. It was his own self but when he was still alive. It was Nightmare, but in a blurry and a spiritual form. Night was speechless. The spirit was almost glaring at him. But it was looking more with shame. The spirit said then "I can't believe that you gone wild because of a head damage. I don't remember myself being like that. And I am you." Night didn't say anything as he just sat on the ground and looked at the spirit.
What was it talking about? Night never was an organic creature but for some reason he did had the wish to became one. More then half of his database was messed up so he couldn't say anything. He asked after a few minutes "Wha...What are you talking about?...I'm...I'm not you..." The spirit got more angrier as he said "Moron! I was always you! All this time! You got a huge knock on your head and the program that was suppose to be blocked got a free access to my body!!! At least to the robotic part, I'm what's left from the normal part of you." Night was only more confused whit what he heard. He was once normal?
The spirit shook his head as he said "You weren't like this all the time, you were a normal being. You were like me but only as a body, not a spirit. But a person changed all of that. Instead of giving you the opportunity to die a normal death when your body was exploded, he restored you and put you into a robotic body. You're not a machine, Night. You're a cyborg." Night was now even more confused. It was to much information to him at once. He did start to remember some of those flashbacks, but everything was to blurry to understand. He said "But how? I don't remember anything. Anything! My head, it feels like I lost something important, but I can't understand why. I'm not supposed to even see you, you're just a spirit, I'm a machine with a purpose. But now I forgot that purpose as well."
The spirit said "I can help you remember. I am what is left of you. The true you, not this robotic part of you. I'll help you remember your past, your present, and everything else you forgot." The cyborg was silenced for a few minutes as he said "Please...Tell me then...Who created me...Who did this to me..." The spirit seemed surprised by this question. He wasn't expecting it at all. He then said with his head down "You really want to know?" Night said as he stood up and walked to the spirit with hope in his normal eye. "Yes! It is the only opportunity for me to remember, I'm sure I will remember everything else if I'll know my creator!" The spirit sighed as he said "I didn't want to touch him here...but if you truly want to know..."
The spirit was silenced for a few minutes before he said "You were created in a laboratory. It was 5 hours after your normal body exploded. The one who found you and made this new body for you...is..." Night said "Please continue...I need to know..." The spirit sighed ones again as he told the name that Night didn't expect at all. The name that said so many things. So many evil things that were still not fully unveiled by anyone about him. His deeds were horrible in every way possible as his own name was saying so much about his thoughts. The spirit said "His name...is Albert Sinister..."
Night was speechless. He now remembered many things. But everything was connected only to this person, to this name. All of these memories were horrible to watch as he experienced them all again in one flashback. From his lie about Nightmares father to controlling him in this new body. No. He refused to believe it was true. He collapsed on his knees as he started to punch the ground with his robotic arm, making a hole near a hole. He couldn't accept that. His whole life in fighting against this maniac, and now, he was just another toy, build by him. A small tear slipped down his normal cheek as he continues to 'beat up' the ground. The tear then dropped on the ground as Night suddenly stopped. The spirit looked at him confused. Night slowly started to rise up as all this time he was saying some strange words. He was saying "I'm not real...If Sinister made me...then I'm not Nightmare...I never was real...If I'm made by Sinister...then only one thing is true...and that thing is...That I'm not alive!"
The Spirit was shocked to hear the last phrase as on the last 4 words Night raised his head and the spirit could see both of his eyes glowing with red colours. He was furious. He yelled out as the spirit took one step after the other back from Night "You don't know nothing about me! I'm not alive! I'm a robot! You are lying! I know better then you! You are nothing in existence! I don't have to listen to you! My main objective is to destroy The God of Darkness which I will accomplish right now!" The cyborg then turned around as he looked at Sandro. He was confident. No, it wasn't a feeling, he just knew. His program was seeing him as the target. And that was all he needed. He started to walk towards the staircase.
The spirit yelled to Night "Don't be an idiot! You'll only destroy yourself, and the whole world as well!" Night didn't listen. He was now a robot. A killing machine that had only one mission. To destroy The God of Darkness. Everything else wasn't important now. He walked up the staircase as the spirit tried to move but it was now slowly fading away as he yelled "Don't kill yourself..." With that the spirit disappeared. Night picked up his Holy Dagger as it activated. His eyes were still glowing with red colours. He looked at The God of Darkness as the only threat to this world. And he swings his dagger towards him to destroy it. The blade went into the body like threw butter...
End of Chapter 8.