"Mmmn. Nah, its fine. The catch is, I just have to be close. So all and all, its the same to me." Alice made sure that Steven was sfe with her as the battle continued, but then abruptly finished as doppleganger came out and taunted the group some more, ended everything swiftly, and created a door for them to go through.
"Well, I would go, but it appears its my job to get Steven home." She turned to Steven, smiling. "So, ready to go for a little ride home. Don't worry, we'll take the long way."

Crovax smiled Alice was finally learing responiblity he would have wept if not for the fact he had just ran his underused and dried up tear ducts dry.XD
The last thing that was behnd a door was a city with a hive army and some zombies whats the worst that could be behind this one........
opnez doorz lolz

Jack made sure he was standing no where near the door as Crovax aproched it.

"As much as I dislike the idea of playing into the hands of that... Doppleganger, we are technicaly here to explore this man's mind as much as possible. Be careful when you open that though, please."

The door opened to reveal a small dungeon-like room. Dank and ancient, on the far wall a man was held aloft by chains that pierced his hands and seemed as though they were trying to pull him apart. Blood was everywhere and the man's head hung low, as though he were dead. Voices echoed from everywhere at once and Alice, Jack, and Crovax suddenly all found themselves in the room with no door in sight.

"It's all my fault."
"When's Daddy coming home."
"Don't talk to strangers."
"It hurts."
"Don't touch me."
"Let me go."

And many more things were spoken by the wailing, pitiful voices. The voices were both frightening and pitiable. Shivers ran up the spines of our heroes. The voices hushed for a moment, then all said in unison, "Nobody loves me." With that, the torture victim who's body was covered in cuts and bruises lifted his head. His eyes were missing and his tongue cut out, but there was no mistaking it. It was the man who's mind they'd entered.

My god...How can someone live this way....this man needs help now...
Crovax goes over to assist the torured man.

Blood starts to ooze from one of the man's wounds, but unnaturally slow.

"You're here to hurt me, aren't you? Just like that man."

Alice had to work from squealing in glee. So much... its bliss.... Though in the dark she could allow herself to smirk without being seen too much. She didnt want everyone else to know for a fact that she was far worse than this man in their construed terms of sanity. She couldn't manage to make herself angry or fearful because of this, so her mind set itself to being neutral with minor slightly revealing smiles that she couldn't help.
"At least he isn't as different from them as I am." Alice muttered under her breath while looking straight at it, her aura rising around her almost beyond her control, soaking it in its full effect. She quickly looked around, and just now realized that she had no idea how she got there. But, she didn't care, this was such a great feed. "Uh... Yeah. We need to do something...." Alice hoped that she had managed to conceal her fits of giddiness from infecting her voice enough so she sounded serious about it.
She looked over at the man who had addressed them. "No, we aren't here to hurt you." Well.... I am kinda, but saying that wont do me any good here. "We want to help you get better. But," She looked at the others with her, then continued. "I'm not sure how we can do that...."

"You're lying everyone lies... Even me..."

More blood poured, and it seemed to be taking a shape as it poured, though they couldn't tell what...

Crovax looks at him with a kindly stare.(This is all genuine)
I'm genuinely here to help you I know what it's like to feel empty inside to feel as if the whole world is against you I got through it and now I'm here to help you thorugh this to help you recover your soul and learn what it means to live again..

"But if I'm happy... I'll die..." The blood took the form of chains and began to swing at the group.


Self-Hatred: A pure emotion born from suffering, it is not so easily destroyed as other perceptions. Able to give its blood any form, it is a formidable foe.