Walking out of the white fog speaking as the fog disallows looking at his youngest sister cradling a dirty stuffed doll.
No longer in that form, broken dear sister, the next time around
Zandra will be in your arms,not I never again, now be my doll little sister
"his voice dead" tell me where our big sister is hiding
"letting out a disturbed scream the bunny Doll falling from her hands
As she backs up her left eye started twitching as her right one went wide with fear,
starts curling up in to her self shaking and rocking back and forth"
no no no no no no no..... You not here ,not here no no ,your not real,real no no real real.
"crossing his arms never looking away from her not even flinching at her scream
and babbling watches her with mirror eyes the only thing reflecting was her own fear
and panic" Indeed I am little sister, did you really think in that sponge like
mind of yours that I was truly gone, that our sister was able to kill the present time,
to be rid of me,did you believe you were free of me , come now don't be like that.
I do recall a time when you loved me and our games,you quite relished in them didn't you?