Hello my Fellow FanGirls!
SO! I don't believe I have gotten any feedback so I'm just gonna wing it and go with Teresa's nightmare. So, as always, enjoy!
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Teresa's Nightmare

It was dark. And damp. It's always dark and damp, isn't it?

Teresa blinked, hoping that if she looked around for long enough she might be able to see something. But that wasn't the case.

"Hello?" She called out, immediately regretting that because of course nobody was going to be there - this wasn't some horror movie. She laughed darkly, remembering when Thomas, Melody, Harmony, Piper, Newt, Minho, Gally and her had-

Wait.

She remembers.
She remembers.
She remembers.

HOW COULD SHE REMEMBER?

This was bad. This was really bad. In order to go into the Glade everything should have run smoothly. Everything should have gone like ever other Send Off. It was suppose to be:
Say goodbye to the people who are left.
Say goodbye to the doctors.
Say goodbye to the Labs.
Do the procedure.
Take the person into the Box.
Never let them remember.
No. Something must have gone wrong.

Teresa thought hard but came up with nothing, she could only remember things before the procedure.
"Darn it!" She yelled, clutching a fistful of hair in anger and frustration. "Why can't I remember that?"
"The question is not why you cannot remember that the question is why can you remember anything at all?" A voice chuckled breathily behind her, warm breath tingly on her skin.
"Who's there?" Teresa asked viciously, turning around that her hair whipped her own face.
"Oh, I'm the one who is asking questions, dearie." The voice responded from behind her again and Teresa frowned thinking of how this could be. "Oh, don't you remember, dearie? This is the Fear Landscape. Honestly, I would hope you would remember something you made with little Tommy, ay?"
Teresa couldn't stand it. That voice. It wasn't low yet it wan't high. It wasn't smooth yet it wasn't squeaky and something just wasn't right. If only she could have thought twice about her own creations.
"Why are you here?"
The voice tutted softly, giggling to itself like a maniac after it had stopped tutting, "I thought I had already said, dearie. I ask all the questions. As for I, I am here because you wanted me to be here. Isn't it ironic? The creation turns on the creator." The voice laughed again and Teresa couldn't quite remember what the name was. She remembered programming 'insane' into him but why was it so insane?

"The Joker." She whispered and the voice laughed again.
"Ah, that's right its me!
'Tis me, the Joker Three!" The man sang his insane jingle and Teresa wondered if he could be insane enough to be in a mental asylum.
"No, no, no, dear!
No asylum for me!
For I am-"
"The Joker Three! I get it." Teresa ended impatiently, still not being able to see through the darkness.

It seemed the the Joker Three didn't seem to like that comment.
"How dare you insult me!" He cried "Need I remind you that your Tom is still out there and-" The Joker displayed an image which lit up the whole room. And for once Teresa could see him-
"Tom?" She asks, confused and the wicked man grins evilly
"You forget, dearie that I ask questions. But it is not your Tom but an wicked memory." He chanted, gesturing to the imagine which featured a younger Tom - in pain. Teresa could remember the day well but he caused her pain just thinking about it.
"Why do you show such-"
"A grotesque image? Well, of course, to make Fear Landscape more Fear!"
That was it for Teresa, this man had lost his mind and that man looked like Tom.

"Stop it, Tom!" She screamed
"'Tis not Tom but-"
"Go away! Stop it!" She yelled. For Tom had lost his mind and soon Teresa was going to join him