We continue where the comic left off.

                    Mirrors and doors

Pink and yellow shoes left echoing taps against the hard wooden floor, the metal edges of his soles leaving bright pink footsteps as Nyx walked. Pink was a blinding color he seemingly couldn't get away from, pink and yellow, pink and yellow... he looked down at his oversized hands, the hard claws where his rounded fingers once were. He had to get out of here, his lanky body was uncomfortable and the permanent slouch was painful. Every mirror he walked passed shattered when he looked at himself, though all he saw was his normal face bandaged up. In here he resembled a deformed bright pink nightmare more than any drone, it made him glad he couldn't see it for himself right now. He was lucky though, After all, he was just dreaming right now, right? A lucid dream... yeah.

The halls of the manor were familiar at first, but... as he continued to walk he could only find crooked and scattered doors he didn't recognize in twisting hallways that went on forever. Every door he opened lead to either a pitch black void or memories he wished to forget... a lot of them with his-- "sister".

Most of these memories just had him slamming the door shut as soon as he saw what was inside, the blinding yellow shine that Cyn always had was smothering to his eyes. Door after door resulted in nothing of help, mirror after mirror shattered and hallway after hallway just repeated with every turn he made.

Nyx stopped in the middle of what felt like his 100th hallway, looking behind himself to see the endless tunnel behind him of doors and broken mirrors. He looked ahead, more doors and mirrors awaiting. He clenched his trembling fists, his body shaking as he held back tears. For things like this? He always had uzi, he always had uzi by his side to face the horrors of his past that wouldn't go away. But here? He was alone, only his crumbling thoughts and finicky memories here to accompany him. His hands went to his head, feeling the shape of his face and then his chest, he felt his skinny body, grabbing his tail and bringing it to look at the end.
It was all so pink, he wanted to smash his own screen so he didn't have to look at this fucking color anymore.

Holding back a sob, Nyx wiped at his eyes. He continued to walk, taking a deep breath to try and chill his nerves.
  "I can do it, it's fine! It's fine!" He told himself, keeping his eyes forward and away from himself. Just keep going, find answers... these doors contained memories, maybe-- maybe he could find exactly what he did to uzi buried here, maybe seeing that would help him find out how to fix her? Truly, he was grasping at straws.

His head hurt every time he tried to remember though, only being able to recall his own screaming and the visually searing yellow that sent him into a frenzy. Whatever happened, whatever he did; He ruined everything again. He was good at that, it seemed. Truthfully, he didn't know why V was still sticking so close. Maybe it was because she would just get blamed with him, I mean-- the only two disassembly drones in the entire bunker and the worker dating one of them goes missing. Honestly, it wasn't hard to point fingers. He felt a cold, twisting guilt in his chest every time he thought about what would happen if everyone truly found out. I mean, sure, everyone else they killed seemed forgotten. Hell, Thad already forgave them for what happened to Brad and Chad. But Uzi? Uzi was-- different. By the time they had beaten Cyn she was liked by almost everyone even if she wouldn't admit it, she had pretty much saved the world after all; why wouldn't everyone love her? N had every reason in the universe to. That purple hair, the messed up display on her eye, the way she'd sit at her computer and cuss people out online-- ugh. She was perfect, why did this have to happen? Why did he let it happen? Stupid.

Waking up every day to see that Hollow black screen and dripping oil was exasperating. Hearing that flat robotic voice was jarring, even feeling the bitter cold air she brought was uncomfortable. He wanted to fix uzi, he wanted to fix her and bring her back and forget any of this ever happened before anyone even found out what he did. After all if fighting Cyn was a marathon then- then this would just be a half marathon! A sprint! He just wanted it over with, his impatience was showing as he opened doors faster and faster. He started skipping them, starting to run down the never- ending hallway. He never got anywhere, even as he opened his wings and took off flying? Doors, doors, doors, doors.

Nyx gave a frustrated yell, looking behind himself once again while he soared through the hallway. A suffocating tunnel, that's all this was. He turned his head back forward, his eyes widening and a scream ringing out as his body smacked into a floating mirror. It shattered upon impact, Nyx sent tumbling to the floor and rolling across the wood until he hit a wall. His head knocked back against it, a pained groan coming from him as his spinning vision cleared and his hand held his head. He looked up at what he landed against, the end of the hallway...

Tessa's bedroom doors. He scampered away from the doors, scrambling to his feet as he stood up. The doors were so much larger than he remembered, the chiseled Victorian framing of wood and plaster only making him feel itchy with the unsettling memories. As much as he liked tessa he hated her room. The smell of chemicals was always strong from her bleaching hair to use for her drones, the faint twinge of blood always hit his sensors too. She was fun with all the drones but... the way she acted with humans was just a reminder of how poorly her parents treated her. They never taught her how to be a normal person with anything other than talking plastic and metal.

Nyx stared down at the doorknobs, his hands clenching and unclenching, his hands squeezing themselves with anxiety. He reached out, grabbing the vertical handle and pressing down the lever mechanism with his thumb. The door creaked as it opened, the pink and purple hues of the manor he was just in all vanishing as he stepped into the room. Inside it was just how he remembered, tessa's dark bedroom with... all her strange things, unfinished drones in the corner, tools and clothes scattered about. He walked over to the empty bed, picking up a photo off the nightstand. It was blurry, but it was all of them together. Himself, Vivian, Jasper, Tessa...

His eyes went down to cyn in the photo, his body going tense and launching the frame into the wall with a shriek. The glass shattered, the sound of it echoing in the room. It filled Nyx's sensors, the drone covering his ears and giving a pained cry with how loud the sound continued to be. It rang in his plastic and metal skull, his very core vibrating with the sound until it all came to an abrupt stop. He uncovered his ears, lifting his head to look back at the frame he threw. His oil went cold seeing a pair of shoes instead. His gaze began to go up, examining the doll shoes, the worker drone legs, the crooked stance, the maid dress... his core sank into his stomach as his eyes met with cyn's, his mouth agape and claws digging into the ground beneath him.

  "Wowies. You sure are in bad shape, big brother." That familiar voice spoke out.

This really was a nightmare.