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It was too bright, as the world he once created was full of darkness, now he sat in the middle of a white room, sitting on a Gothic chair. It looked extremely old, but extravagant with things carved into the black painted wood, it was the only thing which was familiar to him now, ever since his powers had been taken. Muto sat there motionless with his eyes closed, his brow furrowed as he tried desperately to imagine the world he had grown to love. The darkness, the cold wind which nipped at the residents he created, he even liked the droplets of blood splattered across the unyielding sidewalks. All of that was gone now, replaced with just a blank room, white walls surrounded him, almost giving the feeling of claustrophobia, if Muto suffered from it that was. The small screams comforted him though, echoing in the deep parts of his mind, another thing he still managed to imagine. With a smile crossing over the features of the blue haired male, the screams grew louder and louder until suddenly; they stopped. His eyes shot open, staring at the open door and slowly he stood up, wandering over to the open doorway.

The door was never open, but then again, the white room was never normally there. It had all been since the workers invaded his world, draining most of the male’s power. Something which intrigued him through, as he looked down upon the white floor and glancing back to the chair which he sat in. Bloody footsteps, shaped in the exact same manner of Muto’s shoes, followed him, stopping right at his own feet. He smiled at the sight, pleased with himself that such abilities he once had were not affected too greatly. Again Muto turned back to the open doorway, narrowing his eyes to look out into the hallways. The door had only ever been opened twice before, once when he was thrown into the room, five years ago, whilst the other time was only a few days ago when the lab assistants were forced to step into the horrifying world of Muto. He would laugh at their frightened screams as they wandered deeper inside his own mind, but despite his own efforts to make them flee, they succeeded in their mission; draining Muto’s powers.

Revenge wasn’t something he truly desired, however if it meant that he could go back to the world he loved so much, a world where he was accepted, then of course, revenge was the only option. He took no steps out of the room itself, however he did lean forward, looking right and finding nothing. Then as he turned to look left he was met with a strange sight, another person running away from something he wasn’t quite sure how to describe. Usually running would only occur in his own world and such a creature never existed. It didn’t frighten Muto, instead it intrigued him. Or perhaps he was much more interested in the boy running from said creature, with a few music notes trailing not far behind him. Taking a step out of the room, Muto faced the boy running, who showed no signs of stopping, quickly reaching out and grabbing the male’s hand and spinning him around to behind Muto, who continued to hold the boy’s hand as a bloody dagger manifested itself in the other.

He stared down at it with a disappointed smile, hoping to create something much more larger and powerful, but a dagger was all he got. A sharp silver blade with a black hilt and blood dripping off of its tip, despite not having touched anything. He threw the dagger with a great accuracy at the black creature, halting it’s movement as it fell to the floor. At least it would be down for the time being. Muto frowned at the lack of blood coming from the creature’s chest, unsure whether it was alive or dead, or even what the thing was. Did it even have blood? He turned his attention to the girl- wait, it was a boy. At first, Muto believed it to be a girl, however getting a proper look at the person, it was a boy. One with snowy white hair and crimson eyes which seem faded into pink pools. Muto grabbed onto the other hand of Clear, pulling him closer towards himself. Blood seeped from between their two hands and he merely smiled, leaning in closer towards the other male.