There, nestled in the safety of Night's room, Amrita slept. She slept the deep sleep of exhaustion, as every fibre and ounce of FEAR in her entire body had given up, unable to push any further. Her rescue had come just in the nick of time as it always tended to be, however in her current state it would be quite a while until she could fully realize it and thank him for it, no matter how accidental their crossed paths had been. She had kept her consciousness long enough to know where Night had taken her, at least to understand that she was in a bedroom in Halloween and not somewhere in the Haunted House.

Which was why, when she opened her eyes next, the setting confused her. The bedroom was gone. The dream of pillows and soft sheets - however bloody they had gotten due to her injuries - was gone. Instead she found herself on a cold and unforgiving floor, marbled black and dusted with debris. When she sat up, she was surprised to find that the only aches in her body were the ones she woke with every day, the kind you could only acquire from sleeping too long on the floor. The ones that would easily fade with a little movement.

She had been injured, hadn't she? She certainly wasn't creative enough to imagine the bullets ripping through her shoulder and stomach, the telling snap of bone so broken it protruded from her patchy flesh. There were no injuries, but that seemed to be the least of her worries. With no pain to hold her back she was able to focus her attention on the marbled floors, the dusting debris, and the pillars that wove upwards, sturdy and yet broken, standing proud despite having obviously fallen. This place...she knew this place, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Revenge. She was in the Kingdom of Revenge. More specifically, she was in the throne room. She didn't have to turn and see the throne itself to know where she was. She knew this room from another life. She knew what it stood for and what had happened to it...but that was impossible, wasn't it? It had fallen in a previous dream. She had been there, had watched it fall, mourned along with the others, and then she had woken up to the truth and fought against it, trying to bring the rest of the Kingdom down out of a strange desire to save someone she vaguely knew. So then why was she here? Why did she wake up here again, without prompting, in the throne room of all places?

It had to be because of him. The Shadowlord, the King of Revenge. Aymet. Those growled whispers of promises that had been sealed with a kiss. It had to be why she was here. Amrita found herself taking in a deep breath, her body raising as she moved to stand on her feet. With an obvious hesitance she began to turn, taking in more of the destroyed room and it's crushed marble and sharp rock until her gaze finally set on the throne.

There, draped on the twisted throne as if she owned it, was the Eldritch Advisor herself, the Queen to the Shadowlord's King. She looked surprisingly comfortable despite the obviously unforgiving coldness, and through her surprise Amrita could almost imagine her purring with a lazy content. The patchwork was dumbstruck; she hadn't expected to see the Queen. The surprise melted away all of her defences, leaving her to do nothing more than stare. She could handle the Shadowlord, but Moon? No, she couldn't do this. She couldn't face this facet of herself, this someone whom she fought hard to pretend didn't exist. Moon remained unmoving, her cheek resting delicately in a clawed hand, resting comfortably. If she noticed the ghoul's presence at all, she made no sign of it.

It was her chance to escape, and she took it happily. Amrita's gaze dropped to the floor, moving onto her toes to avoid stepping on something that would announce her position, and started to back away from the throne and the room, seeking out the no doubt crushed staircase she knew all too well. The stairs were in her sights when a voice cut through the air, echoing off of what remained of the tower room.

"You will stay where you are." The voice was bored, if not slightly annoyed...but it was commanding. To Amrita's surprise, she found herself obeying; every instinct told her to run, and yet she stayed in place, only a step away from the stairs to her freedom. Even from the other end of the room Amrita could see that Moon's eyes were finally opening; the pale yellow glow a sharp contrast to the darkness that surrounded the both of them. "Oh. It's you." The boredom had dropped from her voice, and in its place rose a sharp hostility. "The Traitor." Moon mocked softly, but this time rose to her feet with a grace Amrita could only wish for.

"I'm not a--" Her words were silenced with nothing more than a raise of Moon's clawed hand. "You will let me have my chance to speak. I believe it's the least you can do, seeing as you spectacularly ruined everything I worked so hard to achieve." Moon's voice, as soft as it was, cut deep. The patchwork frowned at what she was hearing, trying to piece it together. "I don't understa--" Amrita murmured, once more cut off, this time flinching, with nothing more than a sharp glare from the Shadow across the room.

"What is there for you to understand? You ruined everything, and now you add insult to injury by avoiding the responsibility, and rubbing further salt into my wounds by lying to yourself about it to make your weak little mind feel better. Running away like the scared little ghoul you are." Amrita flinched at the accusations, her backward hands curling into fists. She opened her mouth to refute, but instantly thought better of it. Moon seemed to take that as her cue, and gracefully side stepped, her claws dusting feather light over the arm of the throne.

"You chose your current pathetic existence over what I created for us. Through me you had everything. I knew who I was and what I could do, and I didn't need to hide it from anyone. I took pride in my talents. I didn't cower behind a lie to protect myself." A harsh laugh cut through the air, enough to make Amrita flinch once more. "I worked hard. I overcame the obstacles I was born with and I harnessed them. I had the affection of a King whom I loved with what little heart I had--" Moon's form had disappeared behind the throne, reappearing on the other side to lean against it with a heavy sigh of regret, her dark cheek against the darker stone. It was a moment she was not going to dwell on, and soon she was standing once more, her posture perfectly proud. "--and just as everything came together for me, just as I was named the Eldritch Advisor, the Queen to my beloved Shadowlord's King, you came along.." Amrita wasn't sure when the Advisor had moved, but suddenly the Shadowy form was in front of her, pressing a clawed index finger accusingly against her chest. "You woke up, you panicked, you attacked the one creature I honestly cared for, and then you turned my friends against me. I went from having a Kingdom of comrades, friends and subordinates to having nothing but hatred and pain. Everything I had worked for, gone. Taken from me in an instant." Amrita found the courage to smack the Queen's hand from her, side stepping to avoid the stairs but enough to put a short distance between herself and the Shadow. The continued barrage of accusations struck home, but it did more than that; it put her on the defensive.

"You never existed! You were just part of some dumb dream that ---"

"I. EXIST." Moon screamed, losing her regal composure just long enough to burn with pure rage, her usually pale yellow glow flaring into an angry red. A power surged from the once-Queen, radiating out to create a shock wave of suffocating pressure; it was enough to make Amrita stumble, for just a moment. In that moment, Amrita was horrified to recognize herself in the Queen; the cool outward demeanour, the rage that boiled under the surface, just barely hidden from the world. She really did belong to the Kingdom of Revenge. It made her shiver, and once more the walls went up, separating herself from this...thing...that looked too much like her. "I exist. You know I do. You pretend otherwise, but you know the truth. It scares you, doesn't it? To know that what you want is attainable. That you can do it again because you've already done it once...but in order to do it you have to become vulnerable. You've got to show everyone your true face." It was easier to hide who she was than to come out and disappoint the majority; she could already see the look in Lizzy's face, or the way Remi frowned at her over her injuries. These reactions made her hide, but how long could she pull it off? They were bound to notice eventually...and then what?

"...Ah." The hostility drained from Moon's voice then, replaced with an amused understanding. "That's why you avoid me, isn't it? Why you insist we are two separate beings? It's because I look just like you, isn't it? Too close for comfort, hmm? Can't take that you destroyed everything you've ever dreamed of having? Or is it just that you know you want it, but can't bring yourself to admit it?" Moon mocked and teased, and the pressure that threatened to suffocate her faded quickly, leaving her feel alone and cold in this dark, twisted room. Amrita shifted uncomfortably, dropping her gaze to the floor and lifting her arms to wrap around herself. "That's not--"

"Oh but it is. Think long and hard, Amrita. Under that pretty patchwork skin lies something else entirely, doesn't it? A shadowy and clawed figure, so angry and so willing to do anything to make the pain go away, even for just a little bit~ Especially if you can make someone pay for hurting you." Her voice dropped to something soft and sweet, filled with an almost parental kindness that Amrita knew had to be false. Moon draped one cold black arm across her shoulders, the other hand making a gesture, summoning a smokey form that solidified into a mirror. Within it stood the black shadow known as Moon, her eyes slit with a sadistic joy and her lips pulled back into a glowing grin, and Amrita herself, free of the patchwork form that bound her. The dark grey body with the glowing blue eyes and the unmoving mouth that looked like twisted vents. Amrita tried to look away, but couldn't; Moon had taken a strong hold on her chin, forcing her to take a good, hard look at herself.

"It must be exhausting, being so careful. Trying to hide who you really are, and what you can do. Being so angry, and unable to make it go away." Her eyes burned as Moon continued to ask the hard questions, her chest constricting painfully as her mind spun. Everything that was being said made sense to her. Every word hit home, embedding into her heart. She was tired of fighting...all she really wanted was for it to stop. For someone to save her from all of this. "I can forgive your insolence, you know...and I can make it all better. I can offer you an out to this pathetically weak existence of yours... All you'd have to do is help me get back everything you forced me - us - to lose. It'll be easy...just let me in. Accept that I am you, and that you are me...bring me back to life, and we can have it all once more. Everything we ever wanted... and we can get our Revenge on those who hurt us. For real, this time. For good." Moon purred sweetly, brushing a ghostly lock of hair from Amrita's face, tucking it behind the fabric of the hood she wore.

"And...and if I don't?" Amrita's voice was shaking, her body trembling under Moon's cool touch. As tempting as the offer was, she was hesitant. The idea terrified her more than she would ever admit, even to a twisted version of her own self. It made sense, and it was the truth...but there was still something there, holding her back from it.

"I think you already know that answer." Moon whispered to her, her voice filled with pity. Unable to look away, Amrita watched herself in the mirror. Her form warped, the solid dark greys easing into smoke; it lightened and changed, becoming nothing more than the familiar fog of an Insanity creature. The background slipped away, the broken court of the Black Kingdom disappearing behind a cloud of smoke and fog, leaving behind nothing but a pair of glowing blue eyes that eventually closed.

Moon was gone. Amrita was gone. Everything was gone.