The machine blinked a dangerous red, as sirens set off and echoed around the room. Purple, who was alive by now, coughed as the wound in his side deepened.

     Then, everything went black as everything was lost. A gaping, pitch black hole opened up, and destroyed everything it touched. It reached Purple's body before Dark could react, and in a few traumatizing seconds got to him as well.

     But he wasn't destroyed. Just in a pitch black space, where everything was still fully visible- as if there was a light source all around. Dark looked around until he caught sight of his own hands.

     He was no longer a full body. Only an outline of himself was visible, one that would rotate to his line of sight no matter how he twisted his hand. Spinning in a full circle, he realized that he was covered in purple ink.

     And now, there were blotches of purple ink spreading through the empty, black void- reaching through and burning away to a field of memories, each one more painstaking than the last.

     Memory Void was what Dark called it, having it showing up at the end of every nightmare he;d been getting.

     And just like that, consciousness came across him, making him aware of his sweaty palms and shaking violently. The newly revived Purple was holding him by the shoulders, yelling "LILAC! LILAC! LILAC, ARE YOU OKAY?"

     But as concerningly loud as Purple was, Dark didn't hear anything other than one single word.

     Lilac.

     "...I go by "Dark" now, you know," Dark said.

     "I-" Purple replied, stunned by the fact. "Oh. Right. Well, glad we've got you back to reality but YOU ARE IN DESPERATE NEED OF A THERAPIST."

     Dark snorted, mildly amused by his twin's bright, yet stupidly bold nature. He got up, brushed past Purple, and walked over to where he put the teleportation device.

     "C'mere," Dark told Purple. "We're going to the Server. At least, what's left of it. Foliage should be there, and hopefully they've set everything right by now."

     "I already have SO MANY QUESTIONS," Purple said, jogging over to Dark. "What happened to the Server? Why is Foliage there? How'd you find Foliage? Why are you called Dark instead of-"

     Dark, tired of Purple's blabbering, gripped his elbow and hit the button. Hard.

     "WOAH-" was the last thing Purple managed to choke out before the two of them were transported over to the Server.

     At least, what's left of it. Hopes and prayers that they wouldn't die the moment they arrived.

     As Dark was traveling, he was reminded fitfully of what Wild Card had said to him.

     I have two weeks to spend with Purple.