"Stanley? did we make it?...Stanley?...why aren't you getting up?...Stanley! we're free Stanley! Please!get up!" The Narrator and Stanley have finally agreed to work together to break the illusion they are trapped in. However, there is a higher power at work here that won't let them go so easily, can they escape and live happily? or will they be dragged back to play their sick and twisted mind games?

Sherlock found himself placing his bow upon the strings of his violin. The man held the bow and pressed pulling the bow across the string. All that comes out of the instrument is a simple A flat. Sherlock always found himself drawn to the violin. He played it in the evenings when he was younger and attended an all girls school. All the girls would flock into their own groups, gossip, and read cheesy teen romance books. Sherlock was alone. He always preferred that, often he found himself staring into the mirror looking at himself. He wanted to smash the reflective object into a million pieces. Because it reflected the body he wanted so desperately to be rid of. TW: gender dysphoria, homophobia and transphobia, Sad at times -DISCONTINUED-