Authors Note: I figured it'd be better to just continue from this point. The first chapter of the published sequel 'Emotions' was deleted and re-uploaded here.

~Natty

I keep having these nightmares…and I don't understand them. I'm always in them. It has to be me because I can see out of this certain point of view. I always have a front row seat of what's going to happen…

I guess I should start from the beginning, the first dream I ever had like this.

I was there, my body wasn't there and I didn't see myself but I knew I was standing right there at the top of that cliff. I look ahead, because there's nowhere else to look, and I CAN'T look anywhere else. I am forbidden to.

That's when I see him, my master and upmost powerful leader, Dictator Doofenshmirtz. He's down, on the ground and bleeding from his chest, The red poured out of him, and after fighting to be able to do so, I ran to his side. I was panicked and scared, for my master was hurt. I chattered at him, trying to get his attention, to tell him that I'm here, to reassure him that everything is going to be okay, that he'd be fine and that I would get help for him. I'd make sure that he lived.

But he didn't answer, his eye was closed and he lay unmoving in my arms. I chattered at him again, shaking him to gain his focus and to bring him back, to wake him up. Again, he didn't respond to me.

My master's skin was cold and chilled, like he was lying here for a while. He was pale and stiff. I didn't know what or who had done this to him. Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth, a thin line of crimson on his white, colorless, skin. I saw veins through his skin, now that I looked closer, they were blue.

His hands lay at his sides, and his form looked peaceful, almost like he was sleeping. His face was free of stress or any type of mortal element that could bother one's ego and make happiness droop.

Speaking of, his head drooped to the side away from me, and I gasped when I realized that his throat had been slit.

I knew then that my master was dead and that there was no bringing him back. I lost myself, lost control as I started to scream. I was angry and I didn't know at who. My hands clenched, and I beat on the only thing in reach. My master's dead body, as I pounded my fists into his corpse. His body bounced from the impacts it endured from my fury. I couldn't stop, I was frantic, I was shaking almost violently.

"Platyborg!"

I didn't listen to the voice that pleaded at me to stop. I kept going and it felt like something had a hold of me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. The hold swallowed me.

"Platyborg, stop!"

The voice was mocking me, I knew it was. There was nothing for me anymore!

"Platyborg…WAKE UP!"

I jumped awake, breathing heavy as I frantically looked around the dark room. I was in my bedroom, well, that's what I called it. It looked like a jail cell with concrete walls. My bed was a mattress with a pillow and ragged blanket. My bed frame was crappy and creaked as I sat up.

My master stared back at me with a wide eye. I was confused. He was dead, wasn't he? That was a stupid question. I studied him from head and I looked over the edge of my bed to see his feet. He sat beside me, and he looked scared for a moment, and then he blinked his dark blue eye at me, frowning hard.

I chattered for no reason. I guess it just fit that I said something first. The meaningless chatter might give him the idea to tell me what just happened.

"You were dreaming." He said to me and I saw his eye twinkle as it caught the moonlight.

I looked down at his clothes, still in his usual black attire. It had to be late, and I wondered why he wasn't in pajamas. Well, to be honest, from past experiences of walking into his room unannounced, I know that he does not sleep clothed. That thought alone made a blush form on my blue cheeks. So I looked back up at his face. It was probably best that I stay focused on there. I didn't know why I felt embarrassed but I tried to look professional and I nodded to him once.

He went on, and I couldn't find it in me to stay focused. I guess I just couldn't. It's been hard to lately, my mind wandered a lot nowadays and I've been stressed. So has my master, and I didn't know why he felt that way either. I guess its because he's always busy. Running an empire had to be hard work. I didn't really know. I was simply a general, and in no way of such high ranks as supreme overlord. I praised my master, I really did.

"…And I think that-…Are you paying attention?"

I blinked and refocused. I gave him a sheepish smile and shook my head. He looked disappointed and sighed, shaking his head as well.

"It doesn't really matter, I guess. I wasn't saying anything important." Doofenshmirtz told me "Just get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow, and I think I might have to look over some of your functions after that…" He trailed off as he stood in my doorway, looking me over. I don't know why he was staring at me like that. His eye trailed my body over and over again, like he was looking for something. He didn't find it. So he excused himself instead. "Goodnight…"

I was still confused, but no matter what, I followed orders. I laid my head back to my pillow and pulled my blanket up. I twisted and turned to gain comfort, but I couldn't find serenity. I groaned and sat up with a huff, fiddling with my pillow to get the prickly feathers inside to magically be softer.

It was when I finally got comfortable and closed my eye that I heard something crash and my master's scream echoed off the walls. I ran to him, and just like in my dream, there was blood, and he lay unmoving on the floor.