"Goddammit! Where the hell is Ray!?" Gerard questioned, trying still to stop Frank's bleeding.

"Mikey, go find him, PLEASE."

"Alright," he gave an exasperated sigh. "I'll be back." He was sick and tired of this stupid place, always causing them grief. What did they do to deserve this? Mikey grumbled to himself as he trudged down the silent hall, the air suddenly growing very cold.

"Shit. Someone should close a damn window or somth-" a series of thumps emanated from behind Bob's bedroom door. "Bob?"

***

Bob awoke to the feeling of his entire bed shaking, the wooden frame making a loud, hollow sound against the plaster. He sat up quickly, his mind hazy with subconsciousness. The whole room was spinning slightly; Bob felt queasy as he tried to get off the moving bed to stand on the plush carpet. He rubbed his eyes several times and opened them in time to see his pillows, a lamp, and other objects being thrown across the room by an unseen force.

He stumbled back, into the wall. A sudden painful strike to the back of the head sent him sprawling to the floor. His head throbbed and he screamed for mercy as the pain grew more intense. A knocking at the door, heard only in the back of his mind was slowly turning into desperate banging. All the noises combined, adding to the tragic pain in the back of his head crippled him, completely derailing his plan to get up and call for help. His screaming subsided slowly and he suddenly felt another presence inside him, like something was lodged deep in his throat. He coughed a couple times, but to no avail.

Bob finally took full notice of the frantic slamming of Mikey's fist against the door and attempted to stand. Another sharp shock of extreme pain shot throughout his entire body, and he suddenly blacked out. Or, at least, he thought he did. He could see, but he was certainly NOT the one moving. Someone, something, had taken over.

"He" stormed toward the door, swinging it open and scaring Mikey half to death.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" Mikey asked frantically.

"...Yes...I'm fine..." Bob spoke as though he were disorientated, his voice just above a whisper. Mikey raised his eyebrow, moving closer, trying to look into Bob's eyes. What he saw was NOT Bob, and regarding what happed next, he hoped like hell that it wasn't.

"Bob" lashed out at him, shoving him to the ground. He grabbed Mikey by the collar and lifted him up above him, reaching his hand back with intention to strike him. He coughed and gasped for breath, finally wriggling free as Bob's fist struck only air. Mikey's glasses fell to the ground with him, and he snatched them up before Bob could smash them under his bare feet.

"Bob! What the hell!? What happened to you!?" Mikey shouted, pulling himself backwards on his calloused hands.

"I do not answer to that name." somewhat lighter voice escaped from Bob's lips. "My name is Daisy Canfield, and you will refer to me as such."

"W-what the fuck!?" Mikey stuttered, quickly regaining himself and making a run for it. But he was all too slow.

"Daisy" snatched a handful of Mikey's hair and forcefully pulled him back, sending him once again onto his backside. He tried crawling away, but "Daisy" tackled him, pinning him belly-down to the floor. He (She?) grabbed his face, pulling his head back so that he (she) could see him. He (she) pulled out a blade from Bob's pocket and brought it to Mikey's neck.

"Now, I can finally get rid of you sorry-"

"NO!" Bob's voice returned. He released Mikey, tossing the blade aside. Mikey ran, but stopped when Bob, the real Bob, called to him.

"Mikey, wait! Help me, please! I don't know what's going on, but that's NOT me!"

He stopped, looking very scared and a little doubtful. Nevertheless he started walking back.

"No! D-don't come near me! It...might come back! Just listen to m- AHH!"

His personality unwillingly transitioned once again.

"You idiot!" the lighter voice was back, and it was stronger. "Stop it! I will rid this house of your little friend, just as I kill the curly-haired one! Two birds with one stone!"

"Ray!? You killed him!? You bitch! You fucking killed him!"

"In a few minutes, the water level in the bathroom will be enough to drown him while he 'sleeps'!" She laughed wickedly, but her cackle was cut short by Bob's sudden free will. He had somehow obtained the knowledge he needed to save Ray.