The Author's POV

As I watched the demon place his hand against Melissa's hand, everyone's eyes turned white.

'What's going on?'

Their sudden actions startled me as I tried to understand what was going on, but before I knew it, my vision darkened and I was suddenly transported inside a dark space.

'Where am I? What's going on?'

Just like before, I couldn't move my body.

I felt completely trapped.

As I stared into the blackness before me while wondering about what was going on, I noticed that it had started to change, and it was not long before my surroundings started to change as well.

Suddenly, white tiles appeared in the air and shot toward the ground before they neatly positioned themselves together.

That wasn't all.

Also, desks began to form in the air before positioning themselves in what appeared to be a medium-sized room. About half the size of a standard living room.

Books, files, glass panels, and awards?

…one by one a room started to form and my height suddenly started to shrink.

I had many questions that I wanted to ask, but my body was immobile. The only thing I could do at the moment was just watch as a scene unfolded in front of me.

In just a few minutes, everything was set up, and by the time the last tile was placed on the floor, everything seemed to look gigantic.

'No, rather, it isn't the surroundings that are gigantic, but it's me.'

I came to this realization when I found that I was holding onto what seemed to be a small drawing that I couldn't quite understand. They looked like doodles, yet at the same time didn't.

'What happened to my hands?"

Most notable about the situation was the fact that the hands holding only the paper seemed to belong to a child.

Their size…

They weren't even a quarter of what my hands looked like.

They were quite frankly tiny.

The confusion within me only grew as time passed, but I didn't have much time to ponder over the matters as the door of the room suddenly opened.

Clank—!

'Eh?'

A familiar figure emerged from behind the door.

It only took several seconds for me to recognize the figure, and when I did, I was left in a state of shock.

'Octavious?'

He looked exactly the same as the Octavious I knew. But why was he here? What exactly was going on?

Amidst my shock at Octavious's sudden appearance, I realized that my body was shaking.

I felt a weird emotion surge from deep within. One that I couldn't quite describe.

What was it?

Excitement? Anxiety? Happiness?

I wasn't exactly sure.

Taking a timid step to the back, I hid the paper behind my back. All of the actions that occurred were not something that I could control, as the body moved on its own.

"Father."

mouth, what sounded like the voice of a little girl escaped

'Father? Octavious?'

seemed to be Melissa's body, and the events that

demon say something about

memories, I realized that perhaps everyone else was also

'…This is bad.'

to myself as I tried to move the body in any

was happening, I tried to come up with anything, but my efforts proved

It was simply impossible.

was even worse was the fact that I was forced to watch the entire thing as I couldn't close

"Father?"

toward the desk that sat all the way across the room despite

chair back, Octavious sat down on the chair and started to look through

my feet gingerly headed toward his desk. Coming to the side of the desk, and finally getting a glimpse of Octavious's side view,

I felt a weird feeling enshroud my

could make out what

'Anticipation.'

feeling that I was feeling right

him

never happened as thirty

once did Octavious ever turn to face me as I timidly stared

of time, I could feel my feet

my body took a step forward and my little hand

"Let go."

Octavious's words echoed. Immediately, I let go of his

"What do you want?"

getting his attention, he lowered his head to stare at

are the same as

he hadn't changed since this event happened all those years ago. They were still as hallow and lifeless as they were

"Um…"

my back, my body shifted toward the right and left

"Here."

I handed him the paper. Clearly, it meant a lot to the

"What's this?"

paper, Octavious grabbed it and examined it for

"A scribble?"

He asked.

My head immediately shook.

"No."

this? Some sort of molecular

"Yes."

twirled behind my back. A bright

I just discovered something amazing and

"Oh."

paper, Octavious quickly lost interest and crumbled the paper in

tossed the paper in

disturb me with this nonsense again. Get out of my

I could even reply, Octavious waved his hand, and I felt my body shoot up in

Clank—!

burst open and I shot

Clank—!

and my body suddenly started

"Haaa…haaa…"

Drip—! Drip—!

dripped from my face and hair covered my vision while they scattered

of my body burned, and I

"Again."

moved toward the right and tightly

'A spear.'

I thought.