Mal heard footsteps as he whipped his head around and for a flash second, when he saw his face before he started to back away. "Mike I'll be back, stay here." Mal told him as he ran off and out of the room. Mike was curious but still decided to listen to mal's instruction and layed back down on the bed. Mal caught manitoba in the hall, he was at a standstill but not because he was found but because WHO found him. Mal started to chase him down the hall, manitoba ran as fast as he could but mal was faster. He tackled him. "You...you did it didn't you!" "You tell mike or anyone else and you're DEAD! ...MANNY!" Manitoba looked up in terror as he saw mal's true face for the first time, his brown eyes had turned to black and manitoba was shaking with fear. "...Mal…?" Mal didn't care that manitoba now knew the truth and got straight back to business. "MIKE IS MINE, NOBODY IS GONNA TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME! NOT YOU, NOT ZOEY...NOT ANYBODY!" Manitoba just frowned and looked down, he tried to relate but this had never happened before to him or the others, he tried to put himself in mal's position. "Mal, I understa-" "NO YOU DON'T!" Mal looked at his hand with great focus and a switchblade appeared, he put it to manitoba's neck to let him know it was real, manitoba started to tremble. "Mal...l-listen, I-I don't intend on t-t-telling mike, I pr-promise." Mal sighed, now craving bloodshed and decided to reluctantly let him go but not without a warning. "All right...but if you do...I SWEAR THAT YOU WON'T BE ABLE TELL ANYONE ANYTHING ANYMORE!" He nooded and mal let him go, he started walking in the other direction but as he looked back, he saw mal licking the knife with a sadistic grin while showing his sharp teeth, manitoba shuttered and started to run. Mal chuckled and walked down the hall in the other direction into mike's room. "What happened?" Mike asked, worried. "Oh, it was nothing, any way, why don't I tell you about my new game!" Mal asked excitedly. Mike nodded happily. Meanwhile, manitoba was sitting on the bed in his room, it had green walls and they were decorated with jungle vines running up to the ceiling, his bed had a wooden frame and the blanket for the bed was fluffy and dark green so it looked like a tree. As he sat there in concentration, he started to get worried for mike and was also trying to figure out how he managed to create a knife with his mind. Manitoba tried the same but couldn't pull it off. Then a thought struck him, making a shiver go down his spine. "If mal is able to create a knife with just a mere thought, who knows what else he can do. If he tried hard enough he might even be able...to get rid of us." Manitoba curled up on his bed, facing the wall as he began to sweat. "And he wouldn't hesitate for a second either." He knew that if mal could do this that he'd be his first victim. "It seems that chester knows the most 'bout mike's mind than mike, I might be able to talk to him 'bout this." Manitoba thought aloud, standing up. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen that 'ol dingo for 'while now. come to think of it, I haven't seen the others for a few days now." He began to sweat at this idea and ran out of his room in a hurry. Then all of a sudden, the hallway went from bright to dark, the floor and walls turned to stone bricks like the kind of hall you'd see in an old castle...or a...dungeon. Manitoba heard laughter coming from behind him, he wanted to know what it was but decided not to turn around and started running faster. Then he noticed something from the corner of his eye, it was a camera. He noticed more and more as he went on and knew that mal was watching him. His stomach began to form a tight knot as he started to grow dizzier and dizzier until *BAM* he was hit on the head with a large bowling ball. Mal had set boobytraps, knowing that manitoba would break his promise. Just before he fell 'asleep', he heard mal's sick deep voice laughing non stop, manitoba started to tremble again. Then he heard another voice of laughter, he couldn't tell who before he finally passed out. "D-damn...y-you."