The door was locked as I sat against it in some sort of a mix of emotions. I was angry, sad, confused, worried and worst of all, I wanted to be left alone. I was speechless. Someone was at my door, telling me to open the door, but I didn't want to. . .

"Braxton, this ain't funny, please open the door!" Will said, shaking the knob of door.

"No! Go away, Will!" I shouted back at him. "Leave me alone!"

"Braxton, why are you hiding in your room?!" He got more worried by each word. I closed my eyes and mumbled something to myself. "Thistle, I'm getting worried! Tell me what's wrong, please!"

"I-I need to be left alone. . . Please Will, I just need some time to myself. . ." There was a moment of silence. I waited for his answer.

"I'll give you time to calm down. . . When you're ready, come out, okay?"

"Fine. . ."

"See ya later Thistle. . ." I heard his footsteps walked away and I just sat there, remembering. I know who that strange voice was. . .

It was Issac Drown. My head hurt like hell.

Why did it have to be me. . . ?

~Flashback~

"Right, time to leave now." William said, looking around. They all started heading to the door when Issac walked up to me.

"Remember what I told you. . . ?" He asked, menacingly. I shook my head, so he whispered into my ear with an evil grin plastered on his watery face.

"There is no God, only Carson." And left without saying another word, leaving me to stand there in bewilderment and confusion.  Selia had told us that we could leave now and without another word, I was gone in a flash. The others were confused as to why I left so suddenly though they didn't mind it. That is a few hours later, I have been inside my room, thinking about what had happened a bit ago. . .

~End of Flashback~

I was so stunned since that happened, I was deeply breathing and looking at the wall with the posters, news and articles about my death. I just wanted to sleep my problems away, and so I got up and headed over to my bed and just flopped onto my bed and turned to face the ceiling.

So many thoughts were running through my head and I mumbled to myself.

I closed my eyes and I was pulled into a dark room, looking at five people. There was a female and the rest were males. They all noticed my presence and they were to quick as to run over to were I stood. The girl who had sandy hair looked me up and down and finally asked me a question.

"Who are you. . . ?" She had sage green eyes and a gap within her teeth, and there was marks on her neck and bad burns all over her body. She was wearing a turtle neck with extremely long sleeves and a black skirt with electric blue lines creating an hourglass symbol as it was repeating on the entire skirt. She was wearing black leggings and black and blue high heels.

"Oh. . . I'm Braxton Terri, who are you ma'am?" Terri, no. I was Thistle, why did I say that. . . ?

"I-I don't remember. All I remember is seeing a coworker getting choked with a rope around their neck. Where are we. . . ?!" She almost shouted at me with startled me.

"Ma'am, I do not know. Who are they?" I glanced over at the other people. A man with demon like horns, a man with glass in their hand, a man with a remote for some reason and the last man had chains on his legs and shackles on his arms.

"We don't remember who we are sir, I want to get out of this dark place!" She grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes, we locked eyes for a moment before I turned away.

"You'll be okay, all of you. You'll be okay, I promise." I told them, my eyes darting to each person. The girl gave me a hug and I hugged her back.

We eventually parted ways and we all start to chat with each other about just things on our minds.

It was fun to say the least. I want to cherish this forever. . .

[. . .]

I looked over at Dusty with a 'wtf is going on???' look and he just shrugged. He took another spoonful of soup and popped it into his mouth and glanced at Projector with the same face that I had. He shrugged as well, looking at the two people who were fighting each other. Lucy and ConCord. Apparently these two thought it would be a great idea to fight in the UnLiving Room while we were eating dinner! I was worried someone would get hurt but I didn't want to interfere with the battle so I just stood back and let it happen. Dusty leaned over to me with a concerned expression and asked me.

"Hey Braxxy, are you okay. . . ? You've been really quiet since the visit. . ." I nodded my head, forcing a smile onto my face as I ate a bit more of my sandwich. In reality, I was fighting off anger, I'm not okay.

"I had met a lot of people I've never met. I just need time to think and remember them if they ever come here." I paused for a moment and went on, "Besides, I'm incredibly anti-social."

Dusty looked at me confused. "But you talk to us all of the time." I nodded my head again.

"That's because I know you guys, and I trust y'all. I didn't even know Nowhere existed until yesterday."

"Changing the subject, who's your favourite person here?" Dusty said, suddenly brightening up. I thought for a moment and to be honest I didn't have a favourite.

"Well. . . I don't have a favourite, I care about all of you the same way you care for each other."

"But there's gotta be somebody! Projector is mine." Projector looked over and smirked.

"I'm your what?" At that moment, Dusty stepped on Projector's foot with a flustered and playful angry expression.

"Shut it!" I chucked at this at, and everything clicked in my mind.

Dusty and Projector were in love. I smiled at that and patted Dusty's head.

"It's okay, Dusty. Not even I, the 'God' of love, can help you both." Both Projector and Dusty become even more flustered and I got up from the table and waved my hand at them, leaving them alone together. I was walking around, letting my mind drift off and began to think.

Why didn't I remember what I dreamt about earlier? It's so very strange. I tried digging deeper into my mind but still nothing, I decided to stop. And apparently my body did as well because I ended up at the stage where Carter and Tyler like to preform, and there they were in all of their glory just chatting with each other. I smiled and walked towards them, climbing and stairs and eventually reached the stage itself.

"And look who it is, Braxton Thistle!" Tyler said, dramatically and optimistic even. I laughed at that comment and sat beside Carter and his rain cloud.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, looking at the two. Carter answered.

"Well we have noticed your love for the stage and wanted to ask you if you would kike to star in an act of mine and a trick of his." He said motioning to his gloved hand to himself and Tyler, who wore a bright smile.

"Wha, of course I will! Thank you both so very much." I clasped my hands together and grinned from ear to ear.

"Eee, I knew he would be ecstatic to join!" I looked up slightly to see the mask of Comedy and Tragedy wink at me before it suddenly stopped moving.

"I see you took notice of our mask, Braxton."

"Our?"

"Yes, our mask. Braxton, I am two people in one body. The person you see before you is one of the two." He placed his hands on his before tearing it apart like it was paper and almost in an instant, there were two people in front of me and Tyler who looked at them in 'awe'.

"I- What?" I began stuttering before one of them told me to shush. And I did. I took notice of the masks and the rain cloud and the sun above their heads.

"Heh, I'm Comedy!" Said the one with the sun. He looked more bright and happier than the one next to him.

"And," He sighed sadly, "I'm Tragedy. . ."

"The twins of the theater." Comedy and Tragedy lifted up their hair to show a single bullet hole. "I think it's time for you to know how we got here, right brother?"

"Yeah, you start. . ." Tragedy mumbled, letting go of his blueish grey hair, letting it dangle down.

"Children of theater. That's what we were called when we were young, around four. It was always us two, nobody else in our dynamic duo! Our parents had noticed that we had a love of theater and pretending and wanted us to pursue our dreams of being on a stage. Your turn brother."

He sighed and spoke, "Optimistic, cheerful and positive were all things people would call Comedy here, they would say the complete opposite about me however. I was always so sad, and I didn't mean to be so negative. . . It got to a point where I was done acting and left the school stage at sixteen years of age. . . Your go."

"I still wanted to become an actor however so I studied and studied for years. At some point in time, Tragedy here ended up in one of my plays, screaming at me. It got to a drastic point that I, too, was yelling at him. Acting or not, people loved it even if they didn't know what was going on." Comedy nodded his head towards his brother.

"I came up with a comprise through, so that way we wouldn't be apart. We'd each put a bullet in our brothers' head. Killing ourselves. We would meet at midnight on the night of his final play, and my final day. Up on stage, gun in our hands, we hugged each other and made up, put the gun up to each other's head. . ."

"Heh, and fired right there upon thousands of people. It was my last act and I got to spend it with my brother. . . My actual name is Carter."

"While mine is Collin. . . And now you know how we ended up here in Elsewhere, Braxton. Tyler, don't tell anybody about what we have said." Both grabbed their masks and slammed them together and soon they both became one in the same once more.

"I promise that I won't ever tell anybody about this, Carter!" Tyler promised and I did as well.

One story down, fourteen more to go. . . Who's next?

Carter Break - 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮.

[A/N: It reads: Twins murdered, two had become one.]

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