Oh my God. My throat hurts so badly from the..situation. After Cartoonz helped me to my room, even though I said I was okay, he still made sure I was okay. I laid on my bed and looked at the ceiling, with this certain voice in my mind, their voice sounding so deep and cold..and lonely. "Jonathan." they said, and never jumped so hard in my life. "Who..? Where??" I said to myself, utterly dumbfounded from who was speaking to me. "Do you not remember me? It's me." they spoke again. I groaned with annoyance. I knew this guy well, too well. This guy was Delirium, he's a voice in my head whenever I get really scared, angry, or confused. "What do you want?" I said blankly, not really wanting to talk to him. "C'mon Del. Have some faith in me, goodness. I'm not going to force you to let me take control of you...again. I want to help." they said, sounding honest. But, I knew him well enough to tell this was just one of his mind games. "No. No way. If it has anything to do with guns, my powers, blood, gore, or fire then I won't listen." I said, sounding like a impatient toddler. "Just. Just listen, alright? I want to ask you a favor." they said. I widened my eyes under my mask and then cocked a brow at them with suspicion..let alone curiosity. They never wanted anything from me..well, minus my body, control, and powers. "Okay..go on." I said, still weary on what they said. "I want to ask you to let me out of your mind. I want to be free once again Jonathan." they said, sounding..nice for once. I still wasn't falling just quite yet. "Okay..? What do you mean by that?" I asked. "You need to preform a ritual in Cartoonz' room." they spoke. ...Whoa.