Pit woke up to find himself in a dark room sleeping on a bed. He tried getting up but he realised he couldn't move a muscle. Pit figured his body must still be asleep and he was in his bed safe and sound. He thought back to the dream he just had, where skyworld was on fire and got trapped in the flames. Pit felt like the scariest part of the dream was how real it felt. Thinking about flames, Pit realized that this room was colder than it normally his bedroom. In fact, this bed isn't like his bed at all. If this wasn't his bedroom how did he get here. He could have been kidnapped but why would there be no restraints? Of course he was unable to move so maybe a lack of restraints wouldn't matter. The more Pit thought about his situation the colder it got, until if felt like he was stuck in a freezer. Then Pit remembered the end of his dream. At the end he froze himself to survive the flames. What if he actually froze himself and he's now stuck in some sort of purgatory or something? The dream of Skyworld in flames was
Pit was trying to move with all his might but he just couldn't. Pit couldn't stand not knowing what's going on. He didn't know if he was kidnapped or in purgatory or if he was simply dreaming. He hoped he was actually just sleeping because if he was in purgatory that meant his previous nightmares are true as well. Still, if he was sleeping it sure is taking him a while to wake up. In an act of desperation Pit sent a telepathic distress message out to any god, goddess or angel or anyone who could hear. Pit was super happy to hear a voice reply, even if it belonged to Dark Pit."So you're trapped here too, I'm guessing." Dark Pit guessed Pit barely had any time to register this when a deep mysterious voice boomed out.
"You called for my assistance?" said the voice.
All of a sudden a spotlight shined on Pit's bed as well as an area in front of his bed. In the shadows Pit could see a machine lifting down a man into the spotlight. The man had purple hair and a slender physique. In his left hand he held a book and in his right a director's clip board. Above him was a violet halo that signified he was a god. As the man got lowered into the second spotlight, Pit realized that this guy's skin was made of metal. Pit realized there was a third spotlight revealing a second bed. In it was Dark Pit who looked like he was soaked.
"Allow me to introduce myself," said the metal man. "My name is Machina. I'm known as Deus Ex Machina, also known as the god of plot convenience. Today's your lucky day for I'm giving you both of you, a free, get out of jail free card."
"Where are we exactly?" Pit questioned, "Is this a dream or a purgatory? And what's happening outside?"
Machina smiled and responded " Right now you two are in the land of the unconscious. It's a prison in the city of souls. It's where the souls of bodies that are uninhabitable but not dead go to. Once the body becomes liveable again the soul may go back. If the body is destroyed beyond repair then the soul proceeds to the underworld. Right now both of you are here as Skyworld is on fire as you have dreamed. Now can I hurry up and get you two back out of here."
Dark Pit didn't trust this man. " What do you want from us? Are you truly a lousy deus ex machina. " Dark Pit questioned.
Machina looked a bit frustrated. "Well of course I'm a lousy excuse to get you out of here. That's what my job is. There's no other way to get you out. Would you rather die? Honestly, people get worked up when I work my magic in movies but how else will they get an interesting story. I'm not here to help you though, I'm here to watch you suffer through the story. So ready or not, I'm sending you back to your bodies!"
Without any further warning Pit and Dark Pit were floating out of their beds and back to their bodies. Pit looked down at Machina who had a twisted smile happy to be sending them to the dangerous unknown. Machina cried out one last line "Most writers use me against my will without even giving me credit , but this time I was promised some real agony from you two."
Pit was both glad to be out of soul prison, but scared to find out what he faces outside.