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[i] What the hell? [/i] Was all he could think as a feminine voice broke the surface of his thoughts. [i]I better not be imagining girls all of a sudden or something… [/i] He was about to withdraw into his deep sleep once more when the palms of a female clasped his face and suddenly his eyes flicked open. “E-Emmy…” he barely managed to say as he quickly backed away, only to slam his head into the wall and he winced in pain.

Looking around, he realized where he had fallen unconscious. Lovely. There was a bed right next to him he could’ve fallen on. Instead, he felt extremely awkward to find himself on the floor with Emmy looking at him with a worried expression on her face. “Hey, hey… Sorry for seeing you in such a state.” He took no notice of how she looked, still feeling self-conscious. He made a sign for them to sit on the bed and he took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say this but… I want you to keep a secret for me, until later… Could you?” Not being able to hold his panic, he pointed to the closed eye. “I lost my eye when I was younger and my replica got lost in that explosion. I wasn’t sure who to-“he cut himself of when he felt something was going on downstairs. A prickling sensation went down Ash’s spine as his place his hand on Emmy’s shoulder in a protective manner. 

“Wait here. Something’s going on.” Without waiting for her to reply or protest, he quickly left the room and crept downstairs. Still, a queer silence; unlike the silence which filled the house before, continued to grow. The sound of something hitting the floor with a clutter was Ash’s cue to dash downstairs into the living room and… “What the fuck…” he said for the second time that day as he was greeted by… a sinister being. He took a deep breath and blinked to check whether it was the trick of the light… What’s more the thing had… a bladed hand. It seemed as though time had frozen in the living room but Ash quickly shook his head and scanned the area. Where the hell was Sloth?! He assumed that she was behind the figure, in the computer room.

The figure bore no resemblance to the human apart from its figure. Made of what looked like… black gunk, it seemed to be similar to the black gas which took them by surprise. This just seemed to cliché to him… Black gas which everyone gets into contact with? Now a black figure? The ‘thing’ didn't seem to show much aggression despite its bladed hand. In any case it seemed confused… What was going on…? Quickly hitting himself on the face, he had one goal at this moment in time; to get to Sloth. Although no hostility was shown, who knew what it could do. This was the first time Ash was completely stumped as to what to do. He hated himself for feeling useless and only waited patiently for an opportunity to arise.