THE NIGHTMARE MASTER DIDN’T bother to dress me in some elaborate get-up like the other Nightmare Lords and instead just dressed me in a lab coat with a black shirt, black jeans, surgical gloves, a face mask, and sneakers. Those were the details he cared about, though it was the blood covering every inch of my clothes and exposed skin. My lab coat had once been white, but was now encrusted with red blood. My hair and skin suffered the same fate, though thankfully the face mask covered most of my face and the gloves covered my hands. Still, every time he gives me control, I wash everything off, scrubbing my skin until it is red.

I wasn't able to do that yet since I had to finish sewing up one of the twins. I could see them in the corner of my eye; the one I had just sewn up was standing with the help of the other one. I ignored them as I stripped off everything except my pants and sneakers. I was going to have to ignore the blood coating down there because while I usually strip completely, I definitely didn't feel comfortable enough with these two here. I put my hands under the water streaming out of the faucet, scrubbing at my chest and arms, watching the red blood of thousands wash off of me.

I dunked my head under the faucet next, trying to wash out the knots and clumps of blood. Of course, if something doesn't come out, I can just cut it out. I try my best to keep my hair short, but when the nightmare master has control, it ends up growing too long. I'm not really sure why I still bother to cut it because not only does it grow too long, but no matter how much I wash it, the tint of red in my black hair never goes away. I washed my hair until the water no longer turned red before shutting it off and reaching for the scissors on the counter.

Hair fell to the ground at my feet as I cut it as short as I could, and when I was done, I ran my fingers through my hair, making sure I got out every knot. With that done, I turned back to the twins, but before I could tell them they should leave before the Nightmare Master learns about them, a nightmare eye flew into the room. Instantly, I froze, expecting to hear that narcissistic asshole's voice, but the eye just sat there watching us. It seems to be waiting for us to do something, and I'm not sure whether or not I am relieved. On the one hand, these two are proof that my abilities might create the nightmare army he always wanted.

I had hoped they would go back to being dead. It would be better if they did that, but I wouldn't kill them. Wait, is it still considered killing someone after they died and came back to life? Anyway, on the other hand, I did not know why this nightmare was staring at us but I didn't have much time to think about it because one of the twins noticed the eye. Without a word, he snatched it out of the air and slammed it face-first onto my table.

“Okay, I guess that fixes that problem.” I stated, staring at the pieces of what was once a nightmare eye.

He flashed me a grin, quite proud of himself, and I was surprised he didn't ask me outright if he had done a good job. Their minds aren't the sharpest at the moment, but the longer they stay alive, the sharper their minds will become. However, they probably really shouldn't be left alone for now.

“Do you guys want to come with me?”

They exchanged a look, thinking about it, which meant they had enough brains to be cautious.

“I'll take you to the exit.”

That wasn't a complete lie. We will search for the exit; it's just more than likely we will not find it, but as soon as their minds are sharp enough, they can go their own way. It's not like they will want to stay with me. I mean, even if the Nightmare Master made me do this to them, I'm still the one who did it. I sliced them into pieces while they were still alive, exchanging their limbs with each other while pumping them full of chemicals created by the Nightmare Master.

I do not know what they will do since no one has survived long enough, and keeping them around would just be a nuisance. I should kill them. My gaze went over to the chemicals on the counter; more than a couple of them would react with the chemicals I had pumped inside them. It would be a lot better than them becoming the nightmare master’s pets. I should know; I am one of his pets, though I guess I’m more like a puppet. At least that's what Siren calls us.

I walked over to the chemicals, reaching for the beaker that held the chemical that would hopefully give them the most painless death, but before I could wrap my hands around it, the memory of my panic attack flashed in my mind. He had dropped his anger towards me and wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. No one, not even my family, had ever done that. They left me alone each time to suffer through my panic attacks, telling me to get over it quickly before I embarrassed the family. I couldn't kill someone who has shown me such kindness, which I haven't seen in, well, ever.

So instead, I picked up the beaker next to it and drowned it quickly. The taste was awful, but I needed it because it was an elixir I had created to stop hunger. Without it, I would have to eat rotten animals to survive. Then I quickly grabbed a new pair of gloves and a face mask because without them I can never stand the smell of what is outside that door. I still remember the first time I stepped out the door, probably because I threw up whatever was in my stomach at the time and locked myself in this room, refusing to step outside that door the next three times he gave me control.

Technically, this was just supposed to be my punishment for not being able to create him an army. Of course, it became the place my character belonged after years of no results. If I weren't so against him knowing about the twins and still had some type of moral compass, I could just contact the nightmare master and get myself out of this hell.