I was in an intense me versus my abomination battle as soon as I entered the dump site. It was game-on after I saw the pathetically sliced up bodies of the driver and gate operator. Both of them had their throats slit, the driver had one eye gouged out and stab wounds in both of his hands. The man working the gate had slashes and cuts all along his chest and a nice gaping hole in his cheek. His body fell directly on the button to open the gate, his pooling blood leaving a sticky mess behind and rendering the rest of that panel inoperable.

The little bloody trail is what led me to the heart of this filthy place. The odor was ungodly strong, but I was a bit too distracted to really care. Getting my hands around that warped doll's neck was all I wanted at the moment. I could hear faint footsteps and laughter all around me and it seemed to me like she was trying to create a horror movie-type atmosphere. She wanted me to feel trapped, helpless, and like she was all around me and nowhere at the same time. It would have been slightly frightening, had it not been a poorly done reenactment of "Death in A Junk Yard." One of Tenna's personal favorites.

"You're boring me with your shitty recreation skills, Sickness, now come out! I know that you know about that thing from inside Johnny's house. I want answers, dammit!" It wasn't the most sophisticated argument, I know, but I made my point. She cackled in acknowledgment, flicking on a giant spotlight from one of the nearby buildings. She couldn't aim it at me due to her size and lack of actual fingers and limbs, so she opted to stand in the center of it. It made quite the ugly shadow of her appear on the ground.

"Impatient as always, I see. You never were very good with your words when it counted. Have a deep, meaningful conversation with your friend, muse over all of the details that make up this shitty world, tell some jackass on the street why severing his foot in the name of art won't make him like Van Gough and you can spew pure poetry. Then get pissed off that I'm having a little fun and you sound like nothing better than a second grader!"

If she was trying to rile me up, it was certainly working. It wasn't even so much that she was insulting me, but it was the fact that she was speaking and sounding more elegant that was infuriating me. But I was still going to play this smart. I'm going to show her exactly why it's a bad idea to fuck with someone she so bluntly proclaims to be a manic. Looking to my left, I found a hideous snow globe of some winter wonderland scene from what looked like the 80's. Not far from it was a withered and frayed piece of rope. It was the kind they used to secure mattresses and other furniture to your car and it was about four feet long, give or take. Regardless, it was long enough to tie up that wretched monster.

"That's lovely, dear, but would you please be so kind as to shut the fuck up?!" I ordered as I quickly snatched up the snow globe and chucked it at the light behind her. She shrieked as the glass shattered and the light shorted out. She scurried off the side of the building, seeing as how it was barely taller than I was, and she ran around the nearest pile of garbage. I chased after her, the scraggly rope in my hand, and quickly scanned my surroundings. I needed to find a blunt or sharp object. Something I could use as a weapon.

But I saw virtually nothing, everything useful being too far out of my reach. My best option was to swing by and grab this piece-of-shit kitchen knife with a weak handle as I saw it. The blade was only slightly dull, giving the knife just enough sharpness to rip Sickness to pieces, but just enough resistance to make it agonizing. It seemed a little too perfect, but I wasn't in the mood to question anything. "I don't know why you're running, you have nowhere to go!" I hollered after her. She turned back to face me, her eyes narrowed and face all crinkled up, but something was wrong. Underneath all of her displeasure and anger was satisfaction.

But the moment I realized it was all a trap, it was already too late.

We came to a stop at the edge of the compound where all the old, beat-up cars were. They were all in piles, there was broken glass everywhere, and all of the machines were stopped mid-operation. The giant magnet that picked up the vehicles still had a Buick dangling from it. The conveyer belt was still moving, but nothing was happening. And the machine that actually crushed everything was only half compressed on that Chevy pick-up. And then there was Sickness, standing in the middle of it all, completely out of breath. But she was smiling and it looked very wicked, indeed. It was the same look that the villains give the heroes when they fall perfectly into their traps. Unfortunately for me, this wasn't a scripted scene. There was no guarantee that I'd come out of this victoriously.

And for a moment, the rational side of me took hold. Fear gripped me tightly and I couldn't help but wonder what the Hell I was doing here. Yes, I came to find Sickness and put an end to all this madness, but I hadn't exactly figured out how. Here we were, running around the junk yard, and an eerie feeling of dread has just settled in, and my only plan was to catch her and cut and tie her up. It was barbaric, at best, and hardly well thought out, even for someone acting on a whim and instincts. But I was already in too deep; I had long since left the crossroads of safety and danger, choosing the obvious danger.

My legs began to shake as the ominous feeling of demise encircled me. The sadistic grin on Sickness's face wasn't helping my cause by any means. Regretting my own words, I looked around for any way out, already knowing that there wasn't one. All of the gates were closed and locked aside from the entrance and I had a gut feeling that I wouldn't be able to climb the twelve-foot high fence in time. But I think the worst part of this whole situation was that Sickness knew exactly what I was thinking at this very moment. And she was loving every minute of it.

"I think it's time we ended this game, don't you? After all, it would be cruel of me to let you go on this way. What with all of those depressing thoughts and feelings of yours." She inched towards me as she spoke and I gripped on to my knife tighter. You can call it acceptance if you want, but I knew I wasn't walking out of this place alive. And if I did, I'd be missing a few parts. "You already know. You knew the moment we got here that I wasn't alone. That's the reason you're so afraid. After all, you and I have lived together for how long now? No, you're not afraid of me and you never have been. But this... thing... it's really got you on edge. Can't say I blame you, though. Look what it did to poor Todd. And surely you must know by now that you're next."

"You're that stupid girl in that horror film that decided to wander down into the basement all by herself. The one that everybody screams "No, don't go down there alone, you fuckhead!" at."

The shaking had only gotten worse as she got closer. My whole body was practically convulsing by now. And she was right, completely spot on about everything. That again bothered me more than the actual situation in which I found myself. But it didn't mean I wouldn't try and it most definitely didn't mean I wouldn't try and run for my life afterwards. I was going to be a stupid stubborn girl until the very end. "And you already know that you're right about everything. But if you're so sure that I won't be walking out of here, then you should at least do me the favor of telling me how to stop this thing."

And then she just wouldn't stop laughing. She had literally stopped moving, curled up, and fell to the ground in a fit of laughter. I'm sure that if she could cry, she would. But in between her little bursts, she muttered out, "You think you can... stop it! Even without... me... I'm unnecessary. A willing pawn... if you will. This creature is... far too powerful... now. And the only one who could have killed it... is dead himself." My eyes widened as I pieced her words together. And of course it would be an "only the creator can stop his creation" kind of thing. But if that was really the case, I didn't know what to do. Armed citizens, mass numbers, the military, God, Mr. Satan-! Something of equal or greater power is going to be needed. I just don't know if they'll figure it out in time.

But there was nothing I could do. I was never going to be able to do anything, so I might as well finish what I started. Even if this thing was here right now, I was still going to succeed. I would not be stopped from ending my own madness. So I took the opportunity to strike. While Sickness was still trying to recover from her laughing fit, I lunged at her and pinned her down. I took my knife and stabbed at her body. Blood colored paint oozed its way out and oh how she screamed. She swung her limbs at me, cutting and tearing at my flesh, but I didn't care. I stabbed her right where her heart should be and I yanked the knife completely down her chest cavity. My final blow was using every ounce of force I had to ram that knife into her skull. The handle broke, bruising and mangling my hand, but it was worth it. I was happy for the first time in a long time. This creator had killed her creation.

But that elated feeling only lasted for a few seconds. I hadn't realized it, but during my little massacre, I had been snuck up on. Two tentacles wrapped themselves around either one of my arms and I was effortlessly suspended in midair. A loud, high pitched roar came from behind me, but I dared not turn around. I really didn't care to see the face of the thing that had killed so many people. The face of the most horrifying thing that Johnny had ever given birth to. It would only make things worse. But unlike Todd, my death would not be drawn out and my body would not be tattered. For this monster used one of its claw-like extensions and pierced right through my back. Getting stuck on my spinal cord, it latched onto my beating heart and tore it to shreds as it ripped it out of me. I didn't even have time to scream.

I'm not entirely sure how I know anything anymore, but I know this: I died with blood seeping from my backside and dripping out of my mouth. My eyes were wide open and lifeless and my body had been dropped like an old, forgotten toy. And this beast was still out there. It was still alive and it was coming. Coming for anything and anyone.

And these people were probably too stupid to do a damn thing about it.

"A/N: Alright, there's going to be one more chapter and then this will finally be complete. I warned you all from the beginning that it would take me forever to write this, but it will be finished very soon. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it, even though it was horribly written to start. I don't know when I'll get around to re-writing it, but I hope to one day. I would like to thank everyone who stuck around and read it from start to finish. I hope it was worth it so far. I will have a more conclusive authors note in the last chapter. So for now, I say thank you, and I always appreciate reviews."