It was a little hard to believe that he did that just for show. It was downright impossible, actually. He can't hide his emotions from me. He's basically an open book. A complex one for sure, but still an open book. To see the world the way he sees it would be quite interesting. 

Everyone sees the world in their own way. What one person considers wrong or unethical. Another may see it as completely fine. Which is why I would like to get a glimpse into the Nightmare Master's mind. Does he see what he's done as something that was deserved? 

I frowned at those thoughts, wondering what they meant. I mean, sure, the Nightmare Master has done so many bad things. However, it wasn't those things that my thoughts were talking about. I tried to grasp that train of thought to figure out what it meant. It was gone, though. 

As if it had never been there in the first place. Trying to grasp it felt like I was grasping at strings that aren't there. Like, some memories should have been there. As that thought passed through my mind, it made me wonder. Was there something I knew about the Nightmare Master? 

Maybe I glimpsed something in his mind and then took it out along with the strings of my memories. I mean, I doubt I would come here without a plan. Unless, of course, it had something to do with my family. When I had my emotions. I cared so much about a bunch of assholes who could have cared less. 

Looking back, it was honestly pathetic. Though even if that were the truth. I'm sure I can think of something. I learned quite a lot of things while being up here. Since the Nightmare Master liked to come up here and rant to me. 

Since I don't have any emotions, I am the only one in the whole of Nightmare Land that doesn't hate him. So, despite fearing me and my abilities. He still comes up here. He mainly rants about the little pet he keeps. The younger brother of the missing nightmare lord. 

I believe he's obsessed with him. Of course, even mentioning that will risk anger that I don't want to face. I heard his footsteps walking away from me. It seemed he would not go through his usual rant with me. Still, I didn't want to let him walk away. 

"I'm assume you're upset because he is back?"

My words stopped his retreat. "Who the hell told you that?"

"You just did," I stated, not bothering to tell him I still have Imagery's strings. 

The string that shocked me must have been his. However, whatever he or someone else has done to him. I don't think I will connect to him using those strings. Though I may see things if I keep trying. Still, I don't have to tell him everything as long as it isn't a threat to him. 

"Do you know what you're going to do about him?" I asked instead. 

"No, and I would appreciate it if you would just leave it alone."

I gave him a mock bow. "Of course, you are the master of the puppet master. I would never even touch even one string without your permission."

He scoffed, not really believing me. Still, he didn't say a word and just left. I listened to him leave to make sure he was far away before I even took a step. I followed the lone string on the floor back to where it belonged. At the end, there was a whole pile of string tangled together.

I sat down next to the pile and started unweaving. I have been at it since the Nightmare Master first discarded him here ten years ago. It was a very frustrating task. Okay, so I may not be as emotionless as the Nightmare Master thinks I am. Feelings can grow back in certain circumstances. 

Of course, I would never tell the Nightmare Master that my feelings were slowly growing. Because the very man they were growing for would get hurt. I kept unweaving as he watched me. Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me. It hurt. 

Of course, I had no right to feel like that. Emotions never do as they're told, though, and I refuse to rip these back out. Just because I had no right to feel this way. Doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. 

He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master's loyal dog, who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal. Just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer. The Nightmare Master decided to test my ability on him first. It did not end well. 

Since I had never used my ability for that. I did not know the consequences of keeping hold of his mind for so long. His strings snapped, fracturing his mind, body, and abilities. The Nightmare Master dumped him here, telling me to either figure it out or discard him. 

I unwound enough of his string after the first couple of weeks for him to regain conciseness. So I just kept doing it. He wasn't always all there. When he was though, he would chat with me about different things he remembered at the time. At first, I just chatted with him since it was something to do. 

However, after a while, I couldn't help but look forward to those conversations. As the years went by, the conversations grew more intimate. There were even times I would climb up next to him. Unwinding while he chatted with me. Without my realizing it, as those years went by, my emotions grew little by little. 

Then one day it all came to a halt. The Nightmare Master came for a visit and remembered Fractured. So he asked about him. Fractured heard everything, including the part about how I am responsible for the way he is now. Fracturing any type of relationship we had.