Complete silence to your heart, I guess.

You... never really cared for me, did you?

I... I should've known...

But it's too late now.

You're my Master.

Lynx woke up to the sound of death. The slashing of flesh was not new to her. But this time, the screams were of a familiar friend.

"D-Dream...?" she called. Her shackles bound her to the cold, stone wall. The odd sounds were blood-curdling, sounding more beast than monster. 

No, the voice can't be Dream's. His is far more shrill. 

Then who's...?

She lifted her broken form off the ground. Years of torment by one she called 'friend' brought her to a position far more horrid than her earlier years, where she was just ignored. She staggered towards the rusted iron bars that protected her from the outside world. Her 'home'. A strange, black figure stood out from the white on the floor. 

The Corrupted One.

"Vanta..." she moaned softly. Her body was aching from the beatings of last night. He was furious and had beaten every single one of them. She did nothing wrong. She never does things beyond his orders, 

And yet he broke her the most. 

The black being turned his head towards the cell, containing his first and favorite victim. 

"Lynx." his deep, guttural voice was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She was too weak to stand on her own, so she heavily relied on the bars to support her weight. Which by the way is very light. Underfeeding was a common scenario. 

Vantablack strode to the prison and grinned, using a tentacle to stroke her hollow cheek. He grasped her hands and made her stand her own, causing her to give out a long, dull groan. 

"Vantablack... Please... I'm so very tired..." she begged. Her master took no notice of this, and he flung her weak frame across the cell. She crashed into the wall and gave a sharp, piercing cry. 

"V-Vanta..." she murmured, before her vision began to blur. She knew she would be unconscious until a few hours later, enough for him to do anything to her. She heard a creak and expected Vantablack to grab her by the hair and drag her into his bedroom, where he ruled the others. What she didn't expect was a low, glitching voice.

"Hey, are you o-o-okay? The others showed n-n-no signs of life, except you a-a-and another yellow one. Can you hear me?" the voice asked. She gave a soft moan in reply. 

"Can you tell me your na-a-ame?" the voice cooed. She felt something touch her face, warm and soothing, unlike Vantablack's sticky goop. 

"L... Ly... nx..." she managed before her body was wracked with coughing and hacking. 

"O-ok Lynx, let's get you and the yellow guy out of here."

She looked at him with the last of her strength and said: "Yo... ur... nam... e...?" 

"O, my name is Error, but you can call me Silence." he stroked her head. 

She fainted.