As he slowly opened his eyes, the bed-ridden body feel strangely powerful-no, he returned to his form...
There's something strange. This is...his teenage body? Why?
"Oi, oi. This isn't funny, oy." He groaned, realized what happened.

No, he didn't know HOW exactly it happened, but it seems...
-he died. Or something like that.
And he was now reviewing his 'memories' in a rather twisted way. It's not a reviewing, but...

And then a Green-colored door appeared beside him.
He somewhat knew that if he entered this one, that'll be the signal of his demise. There will be no more 'continues' in this game, there will be no more rescuer coming to him.

Speaking of which, what happened to the headphones?

Before he realized what he even done, his hand has been placed on the knob.

A large amount of image passes over his vision; now this is a proper 'near-death memory review'. Starting from his first memories of his mother's face, until the point that it ends...
"?"
The last memories were fuzzy. It was going just fine until the Day Zero happened; after that point it started to distort, and at times, just blank.

Is it the infection? Did he somehow contact it? How? He jogged the memories now conveniently passing before him, but to no avail. When did exactly---
SNAP.
His consciousness...snapped into two? He can feel the memories of 'Saul Goodman' drifting apart from his-

Wait.
Who is Saul Goodman? He was not a Goodman. I am not even a human.

I am a shard of Creation. I am its Legacy.
We are shards created to do something...gather memories and search for something. This world, too is a Creation's doing. It was created only for one thing-

But it was not important now. Our job here is done. The goal has not been reached yet, but those creatures does not have what 'it' seek. A chance missed for nothing. And now their job was done, they will go back being nothing.

No. We...no.

"I am not Creation." 'Saul' spoke calmly, feeling something tearing apart from around his 'body'. "And I still have something to return." Using the still-shared consciousness, he viewed himself.

A shadow. A literal black form in shape of a human, which is crumbling around with every second passing. On 'his' hand was a familiar black headphones. Can he do it before this body returns into nothing? No, he can.
For he was once a part of 'them'.
"Please help me. I still have a debt to be paid." He tried to say, but what came out was a strange growl. It resounded in the corridor of green where he awaken, and few movements was created in return; some vines, as if hearing his plea began to grow, entwining his shadowy body, preventing it from breaking down...for some time.

There's not much time, he can feel everything slowly being drained through the same vine he was using. He must find his body-no, at least he should return this-

The headphone again was enveloped by a soft blue glow. Why?
For some reason, a pile of vines at the corner of the hall was also glowing with the same color. Was there something beneath that? He swept his hands, and the vines unravel, revealing a face glowing blue...wait.

"So here you are." 'he' tried to say, but with no vocal organs or something like that, there's no voice coming out. Pulling the strangely corporeal ghost from the vines was an easy task---but what he should do with him? 'it' again used the still-shared connection to view the entire place-

This is...the tall tower? It was covered in vines all around-
He sensed something at the bottom of the tower. Shapes. Not one of them. Not of humans, too. Was it another Halloweeners? They can't go into the tower because of the fog.

Then---all 'it' needs to do is bringing this one back down to where he belongs.
Snap.
Hmm? Oh.
He covered it 'self' with vines not to disappear, but the vines are stationary. There are only so much vines that will obey to his orders, and if somehow the vines became totally unfurled, it will be mere seconds before 'it' get absorbed back.

But. It'll be okay.

Snap.
With each steps he took, a vine get undone, and bits of 'darkness' that made him was spilling, quickly absorbed by the surrounding vines.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
A lonely snapping sound echoed again and again inside the towering building, covered with vines.
Nobody knows how long has 'it' walked, down and downwards. The shadowy body was almost completely exposed, only small tendrils of vine still remaining.

But it was the goal already. He can hear something like confusion coming from outside the building; of course they will be confused. For it was their enem-

*creak*

'it' looked back. There's not enough vine left on his body to bring the Tsukumogami outside. Just few more yards---

BANG.
There's a strange sound like something popping, and he can feel something is happening with 'its' body- a hole opened on the chest; did someone shot him? 'It' wanted to tell everyone that it means no harm, but-

"S-top! Don't you see it's not attacking you!" a voice spoke. It cannot see who is speaking, but it was a female's voice. "Do you want to help him?" she asked.

'It' nodded slowly, gently laying down the ghost's body into the floor and placed the black headphones aside. The task was done. The small bit of consciousness has no regrets left.

Now what should it do?
"Hey!" the same voice becked again. "Thanks for saving mah' friend." she said, before disappearing into a strangely warmth-emitting, pumpkin-spice colored portal.

Now.
What should 'It' do?

[End]