{1 year after the last part}

Shei crushed her paper. Again. It was a canon event. Every hour she’d draw an animatronic she hated, absolutely despised and would through it away. She’s been to college, she’s tried to murder her brother. It was all way—way to complicated.

“Oh my gosh!” Shei shreaked, “I absolutely hate this!” She screamed, pulling her hair and slightly crying.

Dylan entered the room to see Shei, his murderer, and began to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, your job must be so hard.”

Not even Shei could tell if that was sarcasm. Shei stared at the time, ‘4:00am?’ Why was Dylan up? Especially at 4:00am.

“Dylan? Tell me, why’re you up?” Shei turned to face him, just to find no one. She had to focus. Shei thought for a moment, had she imagined it?

“Oh my gosh, Shei get in here right now!” It was mum. She was yelling from Dylan’s room.

Shei immediately stood up and pushed her chair into the desk. As she ran down the hall she saw her mom, holding Dylan who was bleeding from the mouth.

Shei stood there. Just staring. And a singular tear fell. Just like it had in 1983.

{time skip at the hospital}

“Did you do this? I mean this can’t be a coincidence.” Her mom cried.

“You’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!” Shei screamed, struggling to keep her voice down.

Shei could feel her breath freezing up, and slowing down. Had she killed Dylan? Again? She stared at Dylan’s slightly opened green eyes. Dylan started shaking, like he was having a seizure. And then it just stopped.

A noise, a loud one. Like sprinlocks going off. Child like screams, Dylan like screams. Then a whisper, “You will feel my pain, over and over and over and over and over again.” The voice repeated.

It was Dylan.