A/N: Written for the Duel World Challenge, vs. Nightmare Penguin.


Dreams and Nightmares
16. Nightmare IX

Sorincha could be dead.

That thought made him stumble, made him slow. But still he went on, deeper and deeper into the city, calling her name and refusing, refusing to believe she could be, that he'd lost her.

And, eventually, it was just him trudging on, his master collapsing behind him with the tinkling sound of demonic laughter behind him. And a girl stood in front of him, in the uniform all the little girls in the countryside wore, smiling at him beneath the mask.

That could be Sorincha.

But that mask couldn't be Sorincha's work. Sorincha was too sweet.