I had glowing white flames all over me.
Writing was engraved on my shoulder.
Something new, something darker than you. As I looked at Harrisson Well's, who I turned to stone and now admire as a statue. Only as a reminder that this is what the result of me not being there would mean.
"AS A REMINDER OF ME, TO DREAM IS TO BRING FORTH THE PROTOCOL. SAY MY NAME, FOR YOU DESIRE TO UN HINGE THAT DREAM. SHAYLA. B.I.G.H.T.Y17."

"Dunnnnnnnnnnnnn. Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun. Dun dun, dun dun, dun dun."
"Ready or not. Here I come. You can't hide. Gonna find you."
"Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun! Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun!"
"Ready or not!"
"Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun! Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun!"
"Here I come. Gonna find you. And take. It. Slow!"
"Dun dun, dun dun dun! Dun dun, dun dun dun! Dun dun, dun dun dun dun! Dun dun, dun dun dun! Dun dun, dun dun dun! Dun dun dun! Dun! Dun! Dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun!"
(THROUGH MY PERSPECTIVE VIEW. FROM MY DARKEST DARK SIDE)
TRAILER FOR THE NIGHTMARE'S DARK SIDE THAT CREATED ALL NIGHTMARES.
THE DREAM THAT BIRTHED HELL.
I unsheathed my sword, I had six arms, the two sets of arms and shoulders I started with (the side of my torso) held katana swords, one of the swords had writing engraved on it.
"THE CREATOR, THE EXTINCTION OF REALITY, THE DIVINITY OF ETERNITY.
CONDORA."
My other hands carried shields with wings, these shields were made of Project17A's armor, each set of its armor I'd rip off, I'd attach it to my skin.
Replacing it with metal and string.
I had a different color scheme than just white.
I was white and black.
I had long black hair that fell to my waist, I had black lips, metal white teeth, as shiny as Project17A. After all, what's a serial killer without that smile?
"Project17A's design was too flawed, so I remade my design. Into something, rather new, different, darker, than you. This is my design. Sanscaren, Wolf Jack, bring in the General and the Samurai."
"What about your friends? Divya, Bernice, Shayla, Ryan Lam, Jaime-"
"I'll hang them myself. In. Strings. They know me. As well as I them. That is why they have to, as they won't see me at the end. As sad as it sounds, to be, a NightMare, all losses must be a loss. You hunt them down, while I find everyone else. And Wolf Jack, I removed your collar, so you will be my most loyal soldier. But I'm not keeping anything from you, or them. You want to find what killed your family? I'm the reason why you can no longer have a family. Because of what I did, they never even existed. I went back in time, and I killed everyone of them, until it came back to you. You're the only child to ever exist in your family. Because of what I did. Do you still comply? Good. Because I wouldn't just simply break you beyond measure. I'd take it a thousand steps farther than that. Now, there's something I'd like you to do. Something I know you want to do. You want, after having found out about this, you want to bring me pain, suffering, disease, then bring all versions of me and make them cease. When you're back here, the moment you're here, we're no longer an alliance. Because the moment you'd come back, is the moment I'd finish my mission. You don't have a choice, because this time, I'm not giving you a chance. So in giving you this offer, you should know. This is my very last genuine offer you'll ever receive from me. Wolf Jack. You're not doing this for me, for humanity, or your family, but for you. Don't ever lose sight of who you are. Or you'll become me. By following Protocol, that would mean that I'd now go after you."
I stood in front of a wall, filled with undying, soulless, breathing people.
It arranged from children, still in the womb, to people aged 17-117 years old.
They were cryo chambers, freezing them.
Turning them into machine parts and scrap for my new design.
Shredding apart their livers, hearts, carcasses, molding it into metal and layers of armor.
Ever see a fantasy movie, where they have those big ships storming over a planet sized weapon? The ships were built like pizza? That's what they were designing.
It was in its first stages, they were making my NightMare Destroyer. My very first starship. The exterior walls and wings were purple, the underside was a shade of black as well as royal purple. Yes, I used our favorite color into this ship. As a way to honor Bernice's memory as well as all those who came before. I also used it, the pain I forced them to feel, as my map to all the multiverses so I can see everything that I need to do, at a fixed point in reality.
The ship was already seven hundred thousand miles long, the wings were folded along the bottom, attached to some alignments, holding it steady, and in place. The wingspan was sixty thousand miles long, while it already stood half a billion miles high. The ship had several thousand reinforced halls, it had several thousand sets of the reinforced halls.
Each of the halls consisted of fifteen to thirty feet floors, at least several thousands of them. And they're layered, stacked like pizza on top of pizza, but the underside of each hall/wing/floor consisted of purple walls and windows, ceilings as well as flooring. That's what the finished blueprint is supposed to look like, and it will, because I've ensured it would. Due to being extremely paranoid and superstitious about if I missed anything, I checked it trillions of times. And we've been building this since the beginning of darkness and the remnants of creation. The ship had an interior hull that was divided into seventeen parts, the hotel, studio, the theatre, unchangeable reality changing room, it had a cinema, NightMares Throne room, my self-rehabilitating room for self torture and experimentation. It's for me, only. As the procedure, even Project17A would cry if it did it. I do it everyday. Little by little, wiping away every single part of me that was once human. I brought all of my other selves to the same area, I used their souls and dreams as suffering and pain for me, to break me up and tear me open and apart. I walked towards the pillars, as my army followed behind me. They were strapping me into one of the cryo chambers, freezing me, for almost eternity. I was doing all that I could do to get rid of me. But nothing would work. So instead of trying to get rid of me, I'm trying to get rid of Everyone who'd leave me. By treating them as if they'd already left. I'd force them to leave and disappear. The ship, almost passing the final Phase of Protocol, the soldiers strapped my arms down, ensuring the Protocol won't engage. If it did, everything would be gone. So they started doing what I informed them and ordered them to. They were ripping my skin, replacing it with metal, wires and strings.
They ripped my veins out, by pulling them out. They attached wires to where my veins once were. They shredded my skin open, tearing apart my cells. After they shredded open my cells,
