Believe

Just Try to be the Hero, Okay?

They walked down the hallway. It was weird, no one was trying to kill them. Something was definitely wrong. Soon a huge army would pop up...

But nothing happened. Nothing.

"It's really quiet..." Hope whispered.

"SHHHHH!" Light whispered back.

"Just saying!"

Light rolled her eyes.

Then Curiosity stopped. The hallway ended. But no door. Just a hole in the stone wall, big enough for a pencil to fit in.

"Ummm..." Reality looked annoyed at the hole.

"I don't know," Curiosity said. "Mayb-" a SLAM! echoed through the hallway, followed by about ten more. The four Personificationites turned away from the hole in the wall and faced Dark himself, stepping towards them, followed by many Shadows, one in the lead.

Logan. And he did not look happy.

"Dark, I -" Light was interrupted by Logan who was running up to them.

"Hunter! What did you do to Hunter?!"

"Hunter... I don't know any Hunters..."

"She didn't come back! We asked her to distract you, and you killed her!"

"The only time we were attacked was when you took Worthless! Not Hunter!"

"So you're saying my sister is a failure?!"

"No!"

"Well then what are you saying??"

"Maybe she went to find something to distract us that was far away... I don't know. It would make sense. She just hasn't brought it back yet."

"Liar!" Logan turned to Dark. "What do I do with this idiot?"

"Logan," Dark said. "You can't kill a Personificationite. You can hurt it so much that it forgets who it is and just disappears, like with Fantasy, but you can't actually kill one."

"But do I lock her up?" Light stepped away from Logan at his response.

"No. Lock the others up with Fantasy, but keep her here. I need to talk to her."

"Good. Because she needs to know that my sister -"

"LOGAN! Do as I say!"

"Yes, yes..."

"GO!" The Shadows ran over to Reality, Curiosity, and Hope, and pushed them into the stone wall.

* * *

Dark snapped his fingers. He and Light appeared in a neon green room with fluffy pillows and couches.

"So - what happened?"

"Dark, you have to understand -"

"I understand completely."

"What?"

"Well, you were mad and killed her. Again."

"No!"

"Then what did you do?"

"Can't you just let me explain?"

Dark sighed.

"Fantasy needs help. We need to bring her to Earth, so she can live again, longer. Currently Reality just needs to do an act of caring, but for a permanent result, we need to give her a full faith from Earth."

"Logical, I guess. But me? Dark is good! Death is good! Power for me!"

"No, no. You're wrong. Because, yeah. People will die and so will Personificationites. But you? Dark is something people see and feel. Without people, you're just as powerless as the rest of us!"