Andrew headed towards the light, not knowing what could be hiding in the dark room that was the main office. He slowly and silently reached for the light, not making a single noise. The next thing you know, a burst of confetti, multiple ponies popping out from the cut, and Pinkie Pie getting up in Andrew's face, he was on the ground, almost crying.

"SURPRISE!!!" Pinkie said happily, but then she noticed that he was shuttering.

"Andrew, are you okay?" She asked, Andrew slowly stood back on his feet, grabbing his temples.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, Pinkie. Just please don't do that again, my chest is hurting thanks to you." He said, but Pinkie had a crazy sadistic smile, the whole time.

"Happy return from the Griffon Empire! Hey, where's the rest of you?" Pinkie asked, tilting her head.

"They're still in the Griffon Empire, I was discharged from active duty, I took an arrow and punctured through my shoulder." He lifted his shirt to reveal several bandages covering his chest, some were completely clean, while others were stained blood red.

"Oh, you poor thing." Fluttershy muttered, Andrew got down to her level, bending his knees and his heels weren't touching the ground. He patted her softly on the head, showing a smile.

"It's alright Fluttershy, it's not a big deal." He said, but it kind of tipped the scales.

"No, Andrew. It is a big deal! You could've gotten hurt, or somepony else could have gotten hurt. Or even worse, killed." She said with a serious tone, Andrew looked at her like she was crazy.

"Okay, it could have been worse, but it wasn't. Fluttershy, it's nice of you that you care for me, but I can look after myself just fine." He responded, getting up.

"So, are we going to party? Or are we going to PAAAARTAY?!" Pinkie said, Andrew sighed as he went down the hallway. He left the party behind him, not wanting to partake in any of it. He then went to his room, and sat down on the side of the bed, taking a framed picture off of the nightstand. It was a family picture, with him as a teenager, smack dab in the middle.

"I miss you guys." He murmured, a single tear fell from his eyes. Somepony walked into the room, it was none other than Twilight. She looked concerned for the guy, Andrew was on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Andrew? Are you alright?" She said, Andrew closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, you could see his chest moving calmly up and down while he breathed.

"I can't do anything right."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I mean that I can't do anything right. Everyone around me either is in danger or is already dead. I'm practically walking death." He was in an emotional state. Twilight sat down next to him, he got up and sat on the side of the bed.

"No you're not. You're a great stall- man, Andrew."

"What makes you say that? You know I kill people for a living, shooting them without a second thought. Hell, you could even be in danger just from sitting here, next to me!" He exclaimed.

"Andrew, you're just going through an emotional state. You just need to calm down."

"How can I calm down when I know the people I killed haunt me? Huh? Can you answer me that? I know I may seem delusional, but... my dead family, they go through my head. They just like to fuck with me, and I can't do jack shit about it." He started to grunt and hiss as another vision came through his head, creating a splitting headache for him to endure.

"You can't fight it Andrew, we're stuck with you." They started to tease.

"Get out of my head!"

"What am I here for, Andrew? Why am I here? Am I your guilt? All the pain and suffering you've been through? Or am I your lover? The only, one dear thing you held dear in your tiny, worthless existence?! ANSWER ME!!" The bloody apparition of Carmine was getting closer.

"No! Get away from me! You aren't Carmine! Carmine's dead! Along with the rest of you fuckers!" He said out loud, which startled Twilight just a bit.

"Okay Andrew, just take it easy. They're not really there, it's just tricking you." Andrew got down on his knees, his hands digging into the short, spiky brown hair he had, making ridges in between his fingers. His eyes are all widened out, and you could see the blood vessels in them, making it look like he's crazy.

"Twilight, please. Make it stop." He said in a dead voice. He then slumped over, unconscious. Twilight's worry increased, she levitated him into bed and trotted in place.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to get the girls!" She said, shutting the door close behind her.

Andrew woke himself up in complete darkness. There was nothing there, and no light or any type of brightness. It was just... black. Andrew patted himself down and searched his person, and found a single flashlight. It flickered on and off before turning on, and he moved it around, looking at his surroundings.

"Hello?" He called out, but there was no answer.

"Andrew, we've been waiting for you." He heard a voice of a woman, he turned around.

It was Carmine.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked, in a defensive state.

"We just want you to come home, Andrew. Nothing more, nothing less." She held out her arms, walking in a straight line towards Andrew.

"No! I'm not going home! I don't have a home! I don't even know why the fuck I'm here!"

"Where are you then?" She asked.

"I-I don't know anymore. First I'm here, saving the lives of innocents, and the next thing you know I'm being teleported into a land that I still don't think even exists. My mind... it can't take much more of this, I-I can't keep going." He cried on his knees.

Twilight and her friends were watching the whole thing, Twilight had explained cautiously to her friends that Andrew was in an unstable mental condition. They all stood there, watching, with their mouths agape. They were all shocked at what Andrew had been hiding, what he's been having to deal with since his teenage years. It was dreadful, the blood, the scenery, the bloody apparitions.

"So, what yer tellin' me is that Andrew puts up with his on a daily basis?" Applejack asked.

"Pretty much, he said it's called, 'Dementia' where you see violent hallucinations of dead relatives or loved ones." She explained, Andrew could be seen sweating in his unconscious state.

"So, what do we do? We can't just let him stay there." Rainbow said, sitting on the top bunk of Andrew's bed.

"I'm gonna help him. I'm going in his mind, and pull him outta there." Twilight said, putting on a suit. She put on a white suit, almost like a hazmat suit but not as bulky. She then used her horn and placed it on Andrew's forehead, where she would go into his mind.

"Wish me luck." She then disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and inside of Andrew's mind she went.

Author's Notes:

When Andrew is talking to himself while in his demented state or in his mind, they will talk in red and blue text from now on.