We Won't Let This Be the End

Part 2: Chapter 6

Trigger Warning!

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When Virgil opened his eyes, he was once again standing in the Darkscape Manor hallways. He felt himself shiver as the familiar feeling of the nightmare started to overwhelm him. He had been through this horrible nightmare numerous times before, this was just the first time he felt himself conscious of his thoughts and movements as he stood there.

Virgil hated it but he felt that he needed to eventually start this nightmare in order to get it over with. Letting his feet lead the way (like many times before), Virgil started making his way through the Darkscape Manor.

As he was walking through, he noticed that the environment around him looked and felt different. The last time he had had this dream, a dark, black substance dripped from the walls. Now the substance was dry and caked, it looked like it hadn't dripped in years. There was no wind whistling through the endless and twisting hallways, making everything quiet and still.

Virgil allowed his feet to continue leading the way, he knew where he was going at this point, so he allowed his feet to move and his mind to wander. As he was walking he was caught off guard by the paintings that lined the hallway. The last time, the paintings were of dreary landscapes or scenes of torture. These new paintings held various moments from battles he and the others had faced.

Eventually, he came across the first painting.

Virgil felt his heart sink as he stared up at the face of the pale, blue guardian, Patton. His face was as clear as day, hood down, and arms reached out towards him. His face was smiling but his eyes held a loneliness that Virgil felt in his core. Virgil wanted to stay but he knew that staying there would do him no good. He allowed himself to turn and walk away.

After a short while, Virgil came upon the next painting, Logan's painting. He too was standing in the same pose as the guardian from last time, with his hood down. The blue words swirled around him and Virgil could vaguely make out some of the words. He looked at Logan's face and mentally noted the confusion and uncertainty written on it. Once again, his feet led him away.

Finally, after a short time, Virgil came across Roman's painting. The red guardian stood tall, sword glittering in his hand. Roman's face held a deep sadness that made Virgil's heart ache. The dragon behind him was curled into itself, its emotions mirroring Roman's.

Virgil heard a rumble come from behind him, he quickly turned around. When Virgil turned around, he found himself facing the ruined hallway from the battle with Deceit and Remus. Acid dripped from the ceiling and wooden beams and furniture lay broken throughout. This dream had taken a turn from it's usual path.

Virgil started walking through rubble, flinching away from the damage done. Among the destruction, Virgil could see the remains of the broken yellow and green portraits scattered about. Finally, Virgil made it through the mess and noticed that he ended up at the end of the hallway... A dead end.

'How is there a dead end? The manor doesn't have any dead ends..."

Virgil stared in confusion around himself and slowly started to notice the hallway shift. The lines and shapes started to blur and slowly the dead end became the black marble room from the end of the nightmare.

A growl resounded from behind him and Virgil whipped around just in time to watch as the dark creatures started to form from the shadows surrounding him. Virgil jumped back as he watched the creatures form, but a sinking feeling appeared as he watched them materialized deformed.

Virgil stared in horror. The creatures formed in dripping, black, sludgy forms. They screeched out to him as they struggled to move or hold themselves up. Their beings were distorted and the different beings held different parts and pieces that didn't exist upon their original forms.