The sounds of the city echoed in Evan's ears, the neon lights glittering like the stars high above the tall buildings in the dark night. Cars drove by on the streets below him, looking small and insignificant. The occasional horn and police siren sounded painfully loud in Evan's sensitive ears. The warm wind whipped around him, pulling at his bloodied red and white coat and brought tears to his eyes. He wondered if he was actually crying because of his despair and not the cold wind that stung and nipped at his cheeks. It almost made him feel like he was trapped in a cold winter night, shivering in the snow, but the world around him wasn't as dead as the cold wind made him feel. It was alive and always would be.

The neon city is alive with monsters. Not a single human soul walked the streets. Only immortal creatures of the night with glitching eyes and hearts. There was no love in this city. Love means to cherish every moment for the next could be the end. Death doesn't exist in this world so love doesn't either. What happens to a soul that cannot die?

"Despair…" Evan whispered as if answering his own question. "I want to go home." He looked down at the street below him, several stories below. The apartment building was illuminated with harsh neon purple lights. None of this should be real. His eyes went back to the city, the neon lights glimmering as brightly as the stars above it. In the distance, the tall skyscrapers reached for the stars as if the neon lights below weren't good enough. A part of him recognized it. Another part of him felt wrong. The wind around him, the lights, the overwhelming noise, all of it felt alien to him. "I want to go home."

On the roof top beside him, his owl mask stared up at him with it's golden eyes, waiting. If he had fallen into this world, maybe he could fall out of it. The bloody owl eyes continued to stare at him, waiting. None of his friends were his friends. They wore their faces and laughed with their voices, but they were not them. He had nothing here but home had everything. The owl eyes continued to stare and wait. "I want to go home…" Evan whispered as he spread his arms. For a moment, he pretended that they were his wings that would take him far away from this nightmare.

Then he fell.

Evan awoke with a start, his dark eyes opening wide as he sat up. He struggled to catch his breath, the feeling of falling that had woken him startling him. He stared around the room with wide eyes, wishing that it was his bedroom but it wasn't. The wall of windows let in the purple neon light from outside. The room was strange to him, even more so in the dark. He suddenly let out a cry of pain, clutching his chest.

A sudden pain washed over him, the shock of it paralysing him as he fell back onto the soft bed. His chest felt like it was being ripped apart. The memories of seeing Tyler standing over him with the bloody axe came back to him as sudden as the pain did. He had brought it down several times on Evan before the pain finally stopped when he slipped into subconsciousness. At least, that was what Evan believed. That axe had ripped him apart though, he knew that. Tyler's rage was unstoppable.

Yet here he was, crying from pain and heaving for air. His chest burned, the feeling of bones cracking into place and skin pulling itself back together feeling more painful than when it had been ripped apart and broken. Evan found his voice and screamed in pain as he curled into a ball, his arms around himself as if trying to hold in all the pieces. Tyler had brought that axe down on him repeatedly, breaking him apart like glass.

Now the force of this universe was trying to glue him back together again.

He wanted to break apart again if it meant that this pain would stop. His screams ripped at his throat, his knuckles turning white as they gripped his sides. Blood oozed around his nails as they dug into his skin only to be healed again. He heard the door open, but he didn't see who came in. His eyes were closed so tightly, tears streaming down his face as he struggled for air between screams. His bones snapped together and his skin stretched, mending the scars like rips in fabric.

"Shh...It's okay... It's okay." Jonathan's arms were suddenly around Evan, pulling him closer gently. "You're Coming Back….It's all okay. Just breathe...Just breathe…"

"It hurts...It hurts so much!" Evan sobbed. He screamed again as he felt his ribs snap back into their place.

"It's okay...It's all okay…" Jonathan pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, trying to help him through his pain as best he could. "Just breathe...Breathe…" Evan heaved for air as sweat dripped down his forehead. All he could taste was salt and blood and all he could hear was his heart beating at a terrifying pace.

After what felt like an eternity filled with pain and screams, Evan felt like he had been put back together again. He leaned against Jonathan, tears staining his blue hoodie. He couldn't move, only lay there and wait for sleep to come for him. He was too exhausted to move.

"P-Please... Don't leave me, Delirious...I'm so scared." Evan whispered. He didn't see Jonathan's look of confusion at the strange name but he smiled anyways.

"I won't leave you, Ev." Jonathan said softly, stroking his dark hair. "Now go to sleep...You'll better when you wake up." Evan nodded, his eyes drifting closed as sleep found him.

"You could have destroyed him! The pain he was in! You fucking monster!"

"I'm the monster? Me? When he's the one who made Craig into a Glitch?"

"You made him suffer! You are making Craig suffer too by letting him live! He's out there somewhere, constantly bleeding and wondering what happened to him because you couldn't destroy him!"

"Don't you fucking say that! You know I couldn't do that Craig!"

"Then you should have let someone else do it."

Evan listened to the angry voices, mostly still asleep. He decided that he didn't want to listen to them anymore and he fell back into a deep sleep.

"How long are you going to let him sleep for?"

"As long as it takes. Maybe when he wakes up...He'll be our Evan again."

"What did you say he called you, again?"

"Delirious."

"Weird. I wonder why."

Evan's eyes opened slowly, taking in the warm morning light that came in through the large windows. His eyes landed on Brock who had fallen asleep sitting at his side. He was curled up beside Evan, his head resting against his thigh. He smiled softly at the sight of seeing his friend care about him so much.

Outside, the city was glowing with a bright orange morning sky, only a few clouds floating overhead. It looked beautiful despite how alien it was to Evan. He became aware of how dry his throat was and he forced himself to get up, gently lowering Brock's head to the bed. He still wore a black T-shirt and pants, his bloody jacket folded over neatly on the dresser, his owl mask staring at him as he left the room with bloody, golden eyes.

He moved silently down the hallway into the living room where his friends were still asleep. A light had been left on in kitchen, probably by the last person who had gotten up for a snack. Evan stepped into the kitchen and froze, his eyes on the disturbing, bloody pig mask on the kitchen table that stared at him as darkly as his owl eyes did.

"You're awake…" Tyler said from where he sat beside the mask, not bothering to turn around and face Evan. "Jonathan told me that your Come Back wasn't an easy one."

"I don't know why. " Evan said, deciding that it was the right thing to say. At least it was the truth.

"Maybe because you're a Glitch." Tyler spat. Evan curled his hands into fists, narrowing his eyes at Tyler who still didn't turn to look at him.

"I'm not a Glitch. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Till I believe you." Tyler finally turned around, glaring darkly at Evan. A wave of sadness came over him. He didn't recognize this look of anger on his friend. The Tyler he knew wasn't angry. He was loving. He's a big teddy bear. This Tyler made him nervous. He had already been 'killed' by him once and he could easily do it again.

"Wildcat...Please." Evan said, his voice breaking. He wanted him so badly to be the Tyler he knew. He wanted someone to be who he knew them to be.

"What did you just call me?" Tyler seemed confused, his eyes narrowing. He didn't know what that name meant. It didn't exist in this world just like death didn't exist.

"N-Nothing. Tyler, I'm me. I'm Evan. I'm the Evan I have always been. The fall must have messed up my head. That's all. Glitches aren't supposed to just stand there and talk right? I just got hurt. I'm not a Glitch." Evan struggled to save himself. "Please. I need you." Tyler looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. Evan stammered, trying to change what he had said but he couldn't. He needed his Tyler back as much as he needed his Evan back. "I'm sorry about Craig. I wish that I could have done something to save him. Though I might not really remember what Glitches are and what they do, I still feel scared of them and I feel scared that you would think I am one of them. I'm your friend, Tyler. I'll always be. Nothing you do or say will change that." Evan didn't know why he was still talking. Tyler remained unmoved, watching Evan from where he sat with the empty gaze of his bloody pig mask. "I want things to make sense as much as you do. I want to things to be okay. I want to understand. Please help me understand, Tyler. I forgive you for trying to...to...get rid of me. I probably would have done the same." Evan said, struggling for words. Tyler stood up suddenly, making Evan feel like he said the wrong thing. "I-I meant...I didn't meant that I would actually...but…"

"Shut up." Tyler's arms were suddenly around Evan, pulling him closer. Evan tensed, thinking that he would break his neck but instead of pain, warmth surrounded him as Tyler hugged him. Evan blinked, not sure of what to do except to hug him back. "You sound more like yourself. Stop being such a bitch. It doesn't suit you." Tyler said quietly, his chin on top of Evan's head who nodded slowly. "You should throw me over a railing." Evan wanted to say that he could never do such a thing but instead he laughed.

The morning sun was getting brighter over the neon city. The sounds of the city waking up and going about the day got louder, echoing in Evan's ears. He stood on the balcony, looking down at the street below him and watched the cars and people go by. The purple lights that at night illuminated the apartment building had turned off and now the windows reflected the morning light. His eyes turned upwards to the roof of the building above him where he had stood in his dream and where he had fallen from. He wondered if maybe that was how he would get home.

He fell into this world. Maybe he had to fall to get out.

"You okay?' Lui was suddenly beside Evan, a small smile on his face. Evan looked at him, surprised before nodding. Lui had been the only one to stay neutral this whole time and he loved him for it. He didn't want him to put himself out there and get hurt because of him. He was just simply there for him and that was all Evan needed.

"Y-Yeah…" Evan smiled, looking back out over the city. A warm breeze played with Evan's hair and pulled at his jacket.

"Tyler told me about what you said. I'm surprised that you forgave him for what he did. That maze has never seen so much blood before." Lui looked sick. "I wouldn't have forgiven him."

"Does he believe me?" Evan asked softly, not wanting to talk about blood, his blood, anymore.

"I think...More than he did before. He's been in denial since you fell. He cares about you a lot and the thought of you becoming a Glitch upsets him as much as Craig becoming one did. But his rage makes him kinda fucked up and when Craig Glitched…He only had you to blame. You, who had been saying weird things and acting not like yourself. You do know that Glitch Hunters consider those warning signs, right? They say people become Glitches in two ways. Either a traumatic death or over time...as that person begins to despair…" Lui explained, watching Evan closely.

"Dro...Arlan was in that maze." Evan said, wanting to get the suspicion off him. Lui's eyes widened, stareing at him with disbelief.

"He is still there…" Lui whispered.

"W-What happened to him?" Evan asked, not sure if it was the right thing to do. Lui didn't answer, only stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was serious or not. When Evan didn't say that he remembered, Lui sighed.

"You happened. We were at the maze...not even playing that game...just fucking around. You had the axe...the same one that Tyler used to force you into a Come Back. Arlan had a said a joke...and as a joke in return, you nearly cut him in half. You laughed as you did it too, your owl mask and jacket drenched in blood. We laughed too because you shocked us. We never thought that you could have so much strength before...Then his eyes started Glitching and you realised what you had done…" Lui didn't look at Evan who felt a wave of self hatred wash over him. He wanted to drown in it. "I haven't forgiven you for that and I don't think I ever will."