The microphone dropped to the ground with an ear-piercing screech of feedback. He, too, dropped to his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't save them." He cried out into the darkness. "I wasn't good enough. I wasn't- I wasn't fast enough." The laughter of his once friends echoed around him, horrible voices circling through his mind. "I can't." He said, giving up. Finally, he collapsed. Crying. "Now, now, little child. You shouldn't resist it. That will only make it more painful." Said the loud, deep, booming voice from the darkness. The sickening yellow eyes were the only thing visible. "Now, Swifty. Let's see who is truly afraid." It mocked. "Let's see who will truly be the one forgotten."