Matthew sat quietly in his meeting, as he had expected they hadn't recognized him at first. But what he hadn't expected was what happened after they asked who he was. As soon as the words past their lips, anger boiled through him and his vision went red. Evil, dark, and violent thoughts entered his mind and his head began to throb. He had somehow managed to remain calm and told them who he was. They, of course, apologized and let him sit down at the meeting table.

The meeting was as usual. Canada was excluded and left to his thoughts, which kept drifting back to last night's dream. The blood staining the room, his body, the jacket. The mutilated corpse of his younger twin on the bed. Everything. The scene kept replaying like a broken record.

Occasionally while lost in thought, red would cloud his vision again and his head once more would begin to throb. He would blink a lot, and it would stop.

'M-Maybe I should go see a d-doctor…' This thought crossed his mind as the image of him in the dream, smiling wickedly while drenched in his own brother's blood, flashed behind his eyes.

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'Seven… Eight… Nine…' The higher the numbers went, the sadder and angrier Matthew felt.

'Ten… Eleven… Twelve…' He was mentally counting everyone that ran into him and apologized for "Not seeing him there" as he walked home from the hospital. He had tried to talk to the receptionist, but she didn't notice him and thought a ghost had rung the bell to get her attention. Amongst the chaos that ensued, Matthew managed to escape. And was now getting run into… A LOT.

'Twenty-five… Twenty-six… Twenty-seven…' Canada was still only halfway through the town. And he lived about half a mile into the forest on the outside of town! This was not going well. No matter how he tried he couldn't avoid people running into him and couldn't stop them from saying those dreaded words.

'Forty… Forty-one… Forty-two…' Almost there. But it still seemed so far away.

'Forty-three… Forty-four… Forty-five…' Matthew made it to the edge of town, and made it into the forest. He leaned against a tree for a little bit. Tears pricking at his eyes.

They didn't recognize you… Matthew's eyes widened and looked around frantically.

"W-Who's there?" His voice was quiet.

Oh, you know who I am. It hit Canada like a ton of bricks.

"Y-You're m-m-me. D-Dream me. B-But how…?"

How do I sound like I'm right next to you?

"O-Oui…" His hands began to shake and his lip trembled in fear of the possible answer.

There was no reply at first, only soft laughter. Until a presence could be felt from right behind Matthew and he felt lips at his ear, speaking into it quietly in a horrifying whisper.

Because I am right next to you… Matthew jumped away and tripped, falling to the forest floor. He looked up and sure enough, the bloodied form of himself stood there, laughing maniacally.

"H-H-How?" The other him smirked and walked closer. "S-Stay away f-from me."

No. He got even closer until he could lean down face to face with Canada. I'm here because you don't have the strength of mind to shove me away. Because you know I'm right. You either find the strength to push me out of your head, out of existence; Or you become me, and YOU are the one who will no longer exist. So until that choice is made, I'm ALWAYS here.

Matthew felt his heart skip a beat, his blood stopped flowing and he felt like he had just died and gone to eternal torment within the inner ring of Hell. Surely that was where this… this THING was from!

Matthew was going to speak, but the other him beat him to it.

Since I no longer have a true name, and I am not fond of being called "you" or anything resembling not having a name; Call me Snap.

"S-Snap? O-Okay. C-Can other p-p-people hear you talk?" Snap's wicked smirk grew wider.

Can people hear YOU talk? Canada fell silent. No. People COULDN'T hear him talk. People couldn't even SEE him for maple's sake! That's what I thought.

Snap stood from his crouched position and stretched. The meat cleaver at his side glinted, and another glint came from Snap's other side. When inspected closer, Canada found it to be a smaller, but still deadly looking, meat cleaver.

That's Dice. Matthew jumped and looked at Snap.

"W-What?" Snap grabbed both meat cleavers and held them where they could be inspected.

This one is Slice. He gestured with the larger one in his right hand. And this one is Dice. He gestured with the smaller one in his left hand before putting them both back on his belt and pulling a few pouches out of his sweat-shirt. And these are my sleepers. Opening the pouches, he showed that they were full of syringes that had a clear liquid in them. They are fun to use, especially when you mix them with acid.

Matthew just swallowed thickly, and let him continue his ranting. He couldn't figure out why this was happening to him. Was he just imagining this? Was he stuck in a nightmare he needed to just wake up from?

I can't wait until you're me! Then we can play Run and Kill. Or maybe Hide and Strike!

"M-Maple…"

Sorry for the late update. Life can suck sometimes. Plus I forgot about it momentarily. But here is an update even though it is crappy and short :/