"What the buck is wrong with you?" "What the fuck, man? I mean, you've done some stupid shit, but that was a whole new level of stupid." I'm guessing that was a bad idea... "No shit Sherlock, you figure that one out all by yourself?" As soon as Red's lips met Luna's, Red regretted it. Red was in a full body cast, wearing an expression of boredom. God fucking dammit, there's nothing to do... "Maybe you should of thought about that before you kissed Luna. You idiot." Shut the fuck up, Nightmare. "Whatever you say..."

Red closed his eyes. He'd been in this situation before. The best thing to do was to sleep. As Red let sleep wash over him, he started thinking about the parts in his life he'd rather not talk about with anyone. And he began to dream. Red was walking toward a burnt down house. As he walked through the doorway, he felt something else in the house. He looked around, but saw nothing. As he walked through the house, he noticed that there were writings on the wall. It was unfamiliar to him. When he reached the end of a hallway, he saw that there was an actual door. He turned the knob, but it was locked. Red then kicked the door down.

When he walked through, he saw that everything beyond the door was untouched by the fire that had devastated the rest of the house. Then, he heard a loud thud. Turning around, he saw someone, with pure white skin, and a grin that didn't seem humanly possible. Red realized that it wasn't a grin. It was a scar. He then saw the knife that the man was carrying. Moving away from the doorway, Red snapped his fingers, and slowly transformed into black smoke. When the man walked through the doorway, the smoke had passed through a grate on the wall.

Then, the dream changed. From a burnt down house, Red was now at a big mansion, in the middle of the woods. Red was bleeding from multiple wounds. Walking through a set of double doors, Red stumbled, but managed to make it to a couch near the door. As soon as he collapsed, a figure walked through a doorway, and saw Red. "So, I'm guessing that the treaty didn't go well..." "Fuck. Off." "I'm just trying to be friendly. I suggest you do the same sometime." "How many times do I have to tell you guys? I don't need friends." "I wonder how long it'll be before you see just how wrong you are..." "Masky, what part of 'fuck off', do you not understand?" "Whatever. Your brother's gonna be pissed when he finds out you fucked up. You know, I suggest you take anger management classes." "I don't need anger management. What I need is for people to stop pissing me off." Masky looked at the blood-soaked couch, then to Red. "You should probably bleed out somewhere else. The other's would be mad if that couch gets a stain." "Just one more minute..." "Off the couch. Now." Red groaned then rolled off the couch onto the floor. Then another figure walked in. It looked to the couch, then to Red. "What the hell man? That's a good couch. Couldn't you bleed out somewhere else?" "That's what I told him." "Hoodie, I swear, I will fucking end you." "Not in that condition you won't." "You'd be surprised at what I can still do..." "Hey, Red's back. Wait. Why is there blood on the couch?" "Oh, how I wish I could stay dead to get away from you all..."

Then the scene shifted again. Red was still at the mansion, but he was in one of the many rooms, sleeping. When a door slammed, Red jolted awake. Yawning, Red checked the clock above the door. 4 A.M. Red sighed. It was probably one of the others coming from a mission. As he opened the door, he noticed someone he wished he didn't. It was his brother. Quickly, and quietly, closing the door, Red got back into his bed. But there was a knock at his door. Sighing, Red went back to the door, and opened it by a crack. The door suddenly burst open. Red was tackled by something. When Red was able to focus, what he saw made his eyes twitch. A pink horse, with a flat tail and mane, grinning at him. Looking back to the door way, Red saw his brother. Even though he didn't have a face, Red could tell that he would have been grinning. "Uh, mind explaining this?" Red asked. "This is Pinkamena. She will be your new partner. It's been a while since you killed your last one." "Hey! He had it coming." "I'm sure he did. At any rate, you two will need to be acquainted. Have fun."

Once again, the scene shifted. Like before, it was still in the mansion. This time, Red and Pinkamena were in a kitchen. Pinkamena was talking non-stop. Red was covering his ears in vain, with his face buried in his arms. Then, someone walked in. Looking up, Red saw who it was, then re-buried his face in his arms. "Uh, what's this?" The person asked. Red grabbed the person by the shirt, and shook them. "Do you have any idea what I've been through!? No! You have no idea!" "Uh..." "She's been talking since I first met her. Do you have any idea how long ago that was? Four. Hours. Four. Fucking! HOURS!!!"  "Okay, geez, calm down." "No, Jeff, I will not calm down! I think I have ear cancer now." Red let go of Jeff. "Well, can't you talk to your brother abou-" "No! I can't! He's the one who made us partners." "Well, I guess your on your own then." Jeff walked out. Red whimpered, and Pinkamena began talking again.

Then, Red woke up, wide eyed. "Oh, fuck. Could she be here? No, that's not possible. Is it?" Red sighed, then tried to go back to sleep, only to hear a voice. "Why the fuck did you have to go back there? The first time you met her, you almost killed yourself. Actually, now that I think about it, after a week, you boned her. Mind telling me why?" How 'bout I don't? I think you'll appreciate it. "Whatever..." "Wait, you had intercourse with a pony?" I hate you both...