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I awake sitting in an unfamiliar room with tiled floors. There are many other seats; all made of materials I don't recognize, faceless things in strange clothes sitting as I do, and a lighting devices up above that gives me a headache.

One of these faceless men in a greenish blue uniform gently walks past doors that open by themselves, and walk over to two others, whose clothes scratch at something in my mind. I know these people... They rise from their seats, and follow the uniform faceless down the corridor he came from.

"Hello? Where... am I?" I ask, strange... even though I have clarity, my ability to speak is still stunted here.

The faceless ignore me, and as I attempt to tap one on the shoulder, my clawed finger passes right through them. I check to see if I've drawn blood, but it as if they are made of mist; unreal. I make my way towards where the familiar faceless went, attempting to open the door they passed through, only for my hand to do the same in a far more literal sense. I walk entirely through the not-door, and spot them. I give chase, as they are a good bit ahead of me, and I fear that if I lose them, I will never find them again.

Finally, I catch up to them as they come to a halt... the female faceless appears to be crying, and the uniform wearing one twists some sort of stick, causing strips of some material to cover the glass they were looking at. The male that I feel this connection with is comforting the female... I'm so sorry for them. I turn to the covered glass, and decide to see for myself what it is that brought them such woe.

Passing through the wall, I see white curtains. What about these curtains could have made her so sad? I move closer, hearing someone sobbing. I attempt to walk past the curtains, but I am shocked to see they react to my touch. I pull the curtains away to see...

A stage, a piano, and a man in a suit; caked in darkness that hides his face.

"Hello, Monster. I've been waiting for you." The familiar voice of Logic says. "Just in time for our last recital."

I attempt to walk forward towards Logic, only for the stage to extend, keeping him at the same distance. Not caring for this insanity, I attempt to outrun the expansion... to no avail, and I am left breathless and sweating after a good few minutes of sprinting.

Gasping for air, I yell out. "Logic! What is... this!

I hear the crack of knuckles, as Logic prepares to play. "You wanted to remember, didn't you?! Wanted to know what we've been through?! Fine! Have some of OUR memories!"

A sorrowful concerto begins as new red curtains cover Logic and the stage, before opening once more to the interior of yet another strange room... A bedroom. There is a large rectangle hanging from the wall, with two smaller ones on a bedside table. Two figures are in the covers, deep in slumber. One of them, a man, has that same darkness covering his face; as Logic did... this is Us. The woman, however, is much like the faceless of before, but even more distorted. Her form appears like a beautiful painting withering with time, with no attempts at preservation.

It is Her.

The curtains return, and now all three... two... Oh, damn it, all of us are in some sort of metal, horseless carriage, with leathery seats, and Us moving a set of what appear to be controls. We are driving this thing. However, we appear to be arguing with Her, looking away from the road as a much larger construct suddenly appears in front of us. The white curtains return as I hear the shattering of glass, the smashing of metal... and sobbing. I pull the white curtains away, and see Us once more, now bereft of shadows.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" Says Logic from nowhere.

Before me lays a broken young man, lain in a bed. The right side of his face is scarred beyond any recognition; half of his lips on the right side od his face, and his right cheek being almost entirely gone, with most of the teeth on that side missing as well. Whatever fragments of his right eye that remain in his deformed socket having become milky and vacant. His nose is mangled and bent incorrectly, most likely having healed in the wrong position. His face is not the only part of his right half to have been mangled, as his arm lacks a hand; just a bandaged stump just past the elbow. His scalp has lost most of its hair, keeping only sparce red patches on the left side of his head. Speaking of which, the left side of his being speak to a once handsome, fit young man; not a chiseled god by any means, but endearing enough for Her.

The red curtains fall once more, pulling back to reveal this broken man in a suit, sitting behind a piano on a stage. His right stump of an arm has been gifted a prosthetic replacement, which ends in a simple metal hooking tool. Placed on the floor beneath the piano is a single crutch; which draws your attention to the leg brace wrapped around his right leg.

He speaks into a strange tube that sits in atop the pianos base, his speech slurred by his deformation. "Thank you all for coming to my recital, as according to my doctor, it will be my last. Without further ado, I give you all 'For Her.' A dedication to the one I will meet again when I leave you all."

Before the man can begin to play, the shadows consume his horrific features once more, and the voice of Logic comes from our old tattered lips. "Was that enough torment for us? Or do you want more, Monster?"

Angered, I respond. "I'm not... a monster... I'm... Ego."

"You wish you were Ego! That lie we told you was just to keep you in line!" The shadows consume the man whole, and begins to envelop the room.

The sounds of crunching metal, shattering glass, and Her panicked screams being suddenly silenced echo in the nothing, along with Logic's voice.

"THESE AREN'T YOURS! THEY BELONG TO US!" He yells, as a glow begins to emit from the emptiness.

Confused as ever, I shout at the void. "What do... you mean! What... am I?!"

A beautiful sphere can be seen in the darkness, pulsating and vibrating; Logic speaks; his voice housing the crackling embers of his rage, saying. "You're barely a part of us... The real Ego... He couldn't handle the first core. It drove him to madness... he even took that as his new name..."

The darkness begins to fall away; scattering like ribbons in the wind, revealing a tree on a hilltop. A blanket, basket, and a variety of delicious foods can be seen on that hill, along with the faceless, faded being of Her.

A handsome young man with red hair and hazel grey eyes sits next to her, turning to me. I sit at the blanket near them.

Logic speaks from his mouth. "You... You're mostly this."

He holds out the orb from before; our core as a monster.

"Me and Urge, we managed to snip away a part of Ego before the old core made him into that... thing. When this new core came... we placed that part within it. We thought that maybe... It would fix him, or make someone who could." He looks over to Her.

"She was so beautiful, you know?" Tears well up in Logic's eyes.

"I don't..."

"Good. She was ours."

Silence.

Logic clears his throat, still longingly looking at the vestiges of Her. "Maybe you are a part of us; the new us. We wanted you to stay clean of all the baggage we left behind. Even Madness agreed to keep quiet about Her, but you just kind of... knew."

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know..." Logic says, beginning to touch the renewed right side of his face.

It's now that I remember what Madness told me, and so I recite it's words. "The unknown horror... meets beauty transcendent... wrapped in... a mix of... grand legend... and tricky myth."

He stares as I say these words, looking perplexed, relieved, and deep in thought all at once.

Logic asks "Who told you those words..."

"Madness."

The relief overtakes all else in Logic's expression. "Ah... So he's still in there..."

Seeing my usual confused face, he explains further. "Those were some of Ego's last words before he changed. Do you want to know the whole thing?"

I nod.

Logic begins to speak. "I see it, boys. The way out. The unknown horror meets beauty transcendent, wrapped in a mix of grand legend and tricky myth. It will be beautiful... It will bring us salvation... It will be a Monster..."

He looks to me for a reaction, but I can only ever look confused it seems; so he says "Well... looks like you're our last chance to be whole again, Monster. Want to hear my suggestions on how to get there?"

Two things; One, why hadn't he talked about this before!? Two... I really like that name. Monster...

"Why didn't... you tell me... before..." I ask.

He sighs, working up to a symphony of words. "Because I was afraid that just by telling you about it, we would break even further. We are tap dancing on a tower of cards laced with nitroglycerin right now. One wrong word, one mention of Her name, or something else too bad, and we are done for. All three of us sane parts will be just like Madness if you know too much, because you're the pilot; the main guy. Now though... If Ego trusted you, back when he was still mostly sane, so do I."

Logic stands up, the world shifting to a dark room, with a much younger Logic sitting in front of a glowing box with words on it, all in a language I don't understand.

"See that?" Logic says through our mouth.

"Can't... read it..." I tell him.

"Right... Most of you isn't from earth. Its... Uh. Hmm... how do I put this... It's Her fake name. The one she used for this dating site we met on. Its similar to something we've seen in the new world; your world."

"What... does it say?"

"It says, TotallyTomoko22."

The sound of shattered glass, crunching metal, and halting screams echoes once more.