It's Not the Same

Over And Over, Again And Again.

Savannah looked around. Everything was dark. She couldn't see anything. She took a step forward, the sound echoing.
She paused as she heard a noise. It was a crackling noise. Like radio static. And then there was a voice.
'Jane.' The voice sent shivers down her spine.
'Oh Jane. You were my favourite..'
"I- I'm not Jane." She sounded more scared than she would've liked.
'Nonsense. You're Jane. She is you. You cannot escape that truth.'
Savannah tried to ignore how her eyes were stinging with tears, "Who are you."
'Oh dear. Do you not remember. What a shame. I thought you of all of them would remember.'
Savannah stepped forward again. And this time, she saw something. A figure. But it wasn't human. At least, not fully.
There was a crack down its face, with bright white light spilling from it. She couldn't see any of the small features. They were all covered by shadows. But there was something family about the figure. It's hat. And those gleaming yellow eyes.
'Wake up.'

Savannah quickly sat up, beginning to hyperventilate. The sudden movement seemed to have woken Ricky up as well.
Sav panicked, pulling her knees to her chest. Ricky carefully sat up, moving so they were in front of her.
'Sav, are you okay?' They frowned a little.
Sav shook her head, "it- it was like a nightmare but- it felt too real-"
'Can I touch you?'
"mhm..."
Ricky pulled Savannah onto their lap, running their hand through her hair. After a while, Sav had calmed down, but remained in Ricky's arms. They continued to hold her, making sure that she was okay.

It was growing impatient. Sitting alone in the shadows. Unaware his friend, Virgil, was the first thing he'd killed. Of course, he needed food somehow? They'd left it. And the others, the Blackwoods, Tamara Bachinski, it had caused those tragic events, craving revenge on those who betrayed it. They'd done this to him, so they needed to hurt. What better way to do that then to hurt the ones they love? Little did it know, as it used whatever left of it's 'powers' it was returning to it's original state. A machine. Something capable of being broken and ripped apart. It was slumped in the corner of the darkened warehouses, the glow in it's eyes replaced with a dark glisten. Whilst it's top hat and clothes remained the same as they always were, its appearance, it's face, was different. It was broken. Did it remember how? No. One day it awoke and there was a crack that had formed, creeping it's way across it's face. It's arms and legs were stiff. Heavy. Difficult to move. It envied those who had freedom, like it once had as it was stuck in a fair. It was stuck again. With no one who cared except the voices in it's head and its own hallucinations. But it was angry. It knew its strength was slipping away and out of it's grasp. So the solution? Use the strength it had left, and punish those that had wronged it. Make them suffer forever. It closed it's unsettling yellow eyes, and although it seemed as though nothing wad happening, everything was happening. It was taking them back to that moment. The moments where they had suffered the most. The cyclone. The void of an afterlife. They wouldn't remember their lives, and they'd relive those painful, vulnerable moments over and over and over again whilst he could sit and watch it. It was entertainment. That's what it was. Over and over. Again and again.

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Dear Reader,
I hate to inform you this is the end of this story. Maybe you were wishing for a happy ending, but that won't be found here. On a lighter note, i apologise for the rushed ending, i would've liked to add a few more chapters, maybe exploring Nina and Vivian's relationship, or more Sav and Ricky chapters, but unfortunately as i left the fandom my motivation to continue has slowly dissappeared, although i admit there was never a plan for a happy ending, this was always the way it would end. I hope you've all enjoyed this journey, and maybe sometime soon, Vivian and Nina will get their own story, but i make no promises.
Yours truly, Jamie.