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Pain. She is something felt by many. Both physical and psychological, the means of experiencing and supporting it are diverse and varied. "I suffer. I'm in pain. Help me." There are also many ways of expressing a feeling as unpleasant and hurtful as pain. But at times, no word can describe an evil, and this is what a little girl is currently experiencing, isolated, in an immensity at the extreme opposite of the darkness of space. A space of pure white, immaculate, which the origin is completely unknown.

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In this immensity washed of all impurity, the little Tacos girl was curled up, silent. Like a fetus, she didn't move, just whispering feverish and painful words of complaint. Her pain was psychological, she had little physical ailments, but no regeneration could heal the wound deep in her heart, which she was trying to remove. Although her efforts were numerous, they were nonetheless in vain. She was obviously doing it the wrong way, making her inner struggle unnecessary. It was for this specific purpose of mental battle that Narcisse had put her to sleep. The rest goes to Angela. These emotions, this feeling, this pain, they are in Angela, and only she can claim to make them disappear effectively and, perhaps, permanently.

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After this word, Angela woke up with a start. Wide-eyed, gasping for breath, she had awakened hastily as if coming out of a bad dream. When she woke up, she saw a uniform white landscape, without a single other tint of color. A white that might seem blinding, but which offered absolutely no discomfort to the eyes. The sight of all this endless white even had a calming effect. But that was not a thousandth of what it took for Angela to heal herself from the ailment that was eating her away.

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Angela looked around and wondered what dimension she could be in. There was nothing to observe, in any spatial axis. Only white surrounded her.

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Thinking back to Earth, she thought back to the things that made her sad. But surprisingly, she was able more easily than before to let go of this sudden discomfort, although her suffering was still deeply rooted in her. As for her dream question, she pinched her left arm forcefully, but only felt a slight pain.

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She then sailed casually with that question in mind. There was nothing in sight, as far as the eye could see. All there was was only white, a white beyond any imaginable and conceivable white. Gravity was nonexistent here, Angela floated gently in her waistcoat, as did her hair, which flew through an equally nonexistent wind. It couldn't be compared to the G 0 of space, it was something else entirely, something indescribable even to Angela. She was nonetheless slightly familiar with this inability to explain what she was facing, so not having an explanation currently left her relatively indifferent.

She sailed, sailed, sailed, sailed, sailed, without stopping. Without result or anything other than white, but she was sailing. However and after a while, she encountered something other than herself and this recurring white. Something completely illogical and incomprehensible.

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A man, dressed all in black, stood in the middle of this infinitely discolored space. He was sitting cross-legged on a sort of traditional carpet, leaning on a typical Japanese coffee table. He seemed to be watching a modest, old-fashioned television set showing a visibly interesting program that Angela however couldn't identify. The man himself was quite strange. He was dressed in a neat suit, a black depth were turn pale a black hole. He had a bald head, with a white turning gray. Angela couldn't see his appearance from the front, but she could glimpse the side of the character's smile as she watched his show. A very wide smile, lined with normal but strangely threatening teeth, it was a smile that was most basic but evoking, in a completely inexplicable way, a feeling of danger, of insecurity. A threatening smile without being, like a cartoon. In her curiosity, she was involuntarily noticed, which warned the mysterious man and made him stop his viewing.

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The man called her out and, then, turned his head to 180 degrees, still with that same distinctive smile.

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Angela was terrified, more so than before. The man excused himself briefly and put his head back properly. He got up in stride and adjusted his sleeves and the tie he wore. It was indeed a suit, black and distinguished, that an important businessman on Earth would wear. But, despite all this class, something unhealthy emanated from this individual. Angela couldn't explain it, but the presence of this man inspired fear, awe, submission. She did not know him yet and had previously faced some very vile creatures, but it was the first time that she had felt so inferior, even more than what Lighta Spark felt facing her in her furious fury. What reinforced Angela in the idea that this man was abnormally dangerous, it was his attitude and especially his presence in these places.

He was very detached, very laid back, as if he had always lived here. Despite her bodily demeanor and manners, it was his face that was most disturbing to Angela. Besides his most frightening smile, what had to act as eyes and nose was nothing. The man's skull was severed, streaked, as if an eraser had erased bands of his skull. These absences of the skull were moving, the streaks of void parading from left to right, animating his head in a relatively strange, uncomfortable, inexplicable way. However, she had not noticed such an anomaly when she saw him from behind, it confirmed her in the idea that what she had in front of her was not normal.

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Angela did not know what to answer, she was obsessed and questioning by the very presence of her interlocutor. The man, still smiling, tilted his head slightly to the side.

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Angela suddenly emerged from her trance of curiosity and, intimidated, tried to answer as best she could.

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The man saw that she did not know where to put herself, Angela might have been of flawless intelligence, she remained, for the umpteenth time, no less childish. He then decided to return the favor.

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He then positioned himself in a different way from his previous nonchalance, and then diligently lowered himself as if to curtsy.

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Angela chose his name shyly, her eyes lowered under her hair.

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Angela then felt a terrible chill of horror.

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Angela shifted to the left, thinking he was going to attack her from the right. But as she shifted to that side and looked quickly at the other, she saw no one.

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The man who Angela was sure she saw on her right had not moved. He was even perfectly calm as usual.

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Angela really wasn't comfortable with this character, she couldn't foresee it and had absolutely no idea who he was or why he was.

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The man took another pose, relaxed and grotesque.

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Angela still didn't know what to say or what to do with such an individual. Tony was a disconcertingly lunatic man, he could go from being a most intimidating presence to that of a merry fellow. Angela wasn't at all comfortable with it, but she had to live with it. After this amazing scene, Tony stabilized again and looked at Angela, this time with a closed mouth smile.

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The tension is then lowered a notch. Tony had adopted a conciliatory and interested attitude this time around. For Angela, she thought about what had preceded her arrival in this white space, arrival of which she still did not know anything.

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Tony walked slowly over to Angela, then crouched down like a father would to his little girl. He no longer had that devilishly detached smile but rather voluntary behavior, and Angela felt it. She was a little less uncomfortable in front of him now and relaxed slightly. As a human would go to a psychological to try to stem his problems, Angela confided in Tony. She told him, as best she could, everything that had happened to her thanks to her retrospective memory. Tony on his side didn't cut her off at all, he let her speak without interrupting her. A peaceful atmosphere was slowly created around the duo in the presence of Tony, which allowed Angela to express herself more easily without falling back into possible empty passages when she thought back to these tragic events. After a while, Angela finishes her story. The last thing she said that came back to her was the sight of Frederica's corpse, she had absolutely no recollection of what had happened to her during her time as Berserk thereafter.

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Tony then stared at Angela, still with that same interested look. The dimension then had another moment of dull, lifeless silence. Tony then looked at what could have been the sky.

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He then showed her his right hand, outstretched as if to make a pact. Or just taking her with him. Angela could have thought for a long time about such a surprisingly enticing request, but she didn't.

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She immediately grabbed Tony's hand, who lifted it up to put her on her feet. His hand was both hot and cold. The warmth of a father but the coldness of darkness. She was not childish and immature to the point of accepting any deal without considering the possible risks, but given what a mess she currently found herself in and the desperation in which she was trying, helplessly, to get out, she didn't have 36.000 choices. Something also told her that no matter what her actions, the rascal named Tony the Great in front of her would always be indifferent and superior. So she could only accept this sudden help and hope to solve her inner problem as well. It was then the start of a short journey with a very mysterious being.

Tony and Angela sailed side by side for a while. Angela looked every now and then at Tony, who was looking straight ahead, still with his unmistakable smile. She wondered why all this was happening to her, who this Tony was, where was he from, why had he offered to help her. She was tempted to ask him where they were heading, but didn't dare. Angela's as disconcertingly shy as Tony's existence.

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Angela had stopped wondering about Tony's mood swings, she had taken this attitude as normal coming from him. After a while, the two came to a door, in the middle of nowhere.

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Angela was puzzled. No matter how she turned around that lonely door, there was nothing. Just a door.

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He then pushed Angela with a pat on the back, who rushed against her will in the doorframe forming a sort of purple wormhole. Tony joined her shortly after.

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After an eventful travel, much more than what Angela had experienced until then, she crashed into cold, rough ground. As for Tony, he was already there.

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Looking up, Angela saw a cold, bruised and helpless landscape.

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Angela couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe seeing Earth again despite Boom Breaker's suicide attack.

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Tony was looking at the landscape wistfully.

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Tony strolled calmly over a floor strewn with gray debris.

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Looking around more assiduously, Angela noticed that everything was in ruins, everything had been abandoned, ransacked, forsaken. She and Tony were in what appeared to be a most normal residence, now quite apocalyptic with this visual. Angela knew that these dwellings, these alleys, were clearly of terrestrial origin.

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Angela, as usual, had little understanding of the things going on all around her.

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Effectively, no one thought it odd the presence of a smiling Slenderman with a ridged head and a dark-skin little girl wearing a green waistcoat with a Tacos design in the center. As a certain cranky old man would be invisible to those who knew him, whether in the past, present and future, Angela and Tony were perfectly imperceptible to the humans once residing there. It was only a vision after all. Angela left for a bit in the alleys and houses of this residence in order to contemplate with her own eyes what she had never seen before. Families seated around a convivial meal, children playing outside with each other, scenes all what is there more normal. Angela was very curious to see the privacy of others, in order to know how people lived on Earth. She wasn't fully aware of what things like voyeurism were, but there obviously wasn't any bad intentions in her mind.

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Turning her head to where Tony was pointing his finger, Angela saw two people, a girl and a man.

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Angela overheated and her head released smoke, all blushing.

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The places then began to accelerate, as in a timelapse. Angela then saw millions and millions of years unfolding almost instantly before her eyes. The residence changed of course, but surprisingly kept its original appearance despite the time passed.

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With a snap of his fingers, Tony transported Angela to other places. These places were this time warm, maintained, simple but luxurious. Angela didn't crash either but was deposited slowly on the ground, like an angel descending from the heavens. Once on the ground, she contemplated the place in which she had landed.

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The duo had appeared in a large gallery, similar to so many Earthly art museums. A long endless corridor was outlined all along this gallery, an equally long scarlet carpet covered it. Angela was stunned, the purity of the material in this carpet was unnamed. Chances are, barely a millimeter of this unknown tissue could be worth billions in the Earth market, if not more. Within what looked like walls, to say the least majestic, were scenes on display, representing various moments Angela had no memory of, even as she recalled the entire history on Earth. A mini-galleries within this gigantic gallery, pieces of history were fully exposed within these walls.

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Angela then followed Tony through this huge gallery and observed the various expositions. Among these scenes scattered here and there, she recognized little or nothing at all.

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Angela pointed to one of the expositions. The latter showed a solar system similar to that of Earth, but with a viscous and green amalgam in place of the Sun.

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The scene that had caught her attention reminded her of many things, things that she had experienced, both good and bad, and for good reason. What presented itself in front of her was nothing but a passage from her fight with Scyllah. It surprised her to the point of appearing like a trophy in a gallery as strange as this one.

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After this slight moment of incomprehension, the two continued throughout the gallery. From a moment, something tickled Angela.

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Angela then stopped, followed by Tony a few meters away.

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Tony had discovered Angela's real motivation. Once again.

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Another cut, Tony had hit. To Angela, he was like a divination, always knowing what she was thinking. As she did so, she nodded and looked at him surprisingly very attentively, which made the latter chuckle.

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Tony then left eagerly, followed by Angela who hurried not to lose him. Running, fluttering, hurrying itself, the duo surged through the gallery at a prodigious speed, until passing a certain course. The carpet, usually a sublime red, transformed into a uniformly white marble floor, though incomparable to that of the dimension before. Angela wondered what was going on, the new gallery she had landed in was in every way similar to the previous one except the mottled color of the floor and walls. There were still murals, sets and other scenes as before, the reason for Tony's previous run was still a mystery to Angela. Then the latter slowed down and stopped his momentum, followed closely by Angela.

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Angela looked around. Apart from the omnipresent marble which had replaced the previous carpeted walls and floors, nothing had changed. There were always as many frozen statues, still scenes, paradoxically animated frescoes despite their completely inert state. Tony could see Angela's incomprehension, and explained to her a little the reason for their coming.

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Tony quickened his pace then, going faster. Or was it rather the walls that suddenly moved. Scenes, expositions, murals, scrolled in with speed, as if Angela and Tony were passing through an inter-dimensional tunnel. Angela saw all these mini-galleries passing her without her being able to clearly identify them.

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