The fifth story in the series. What adventure will Morgan have this time around? All I'm going to say for certain is that it's a bit darker then his past adventures, that's for sure!

So be sure to read this entry into the finally started fifth entry in the Dinistia series, "La Bestia Con Fuori, La Bestia Dentro"!

Hopefully this is enough characters to get the thing started, so let's do this bitch! Also on a side note, ill be writing this as a seperate story as well with a bit more editing in both that story and this one.

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Part one: Trapped In Nothing

Morgan had been floating in the darkness of his mind for the better part of five hundred years. The last thing he remembered, was stepping out of the Dream Dimension with Caasi, and just as they set foot in his bedroom again, a sudden blackness enveloped him entirely, transporting him someplace all too different from his usual haunts.

"Where... Where am I?" he asked himself.

He tried looking around to see if there were any points of light around, anything at all he could discern his current position in. Nothing. Morgan was lost in this thick, suffocating, blackness that threatened to kill his very self, but he wasn't alone for that matter. Morgan had Nordifet and the Beast, for better or worse, they were there.

He couldn't hear anything, nor could he see or feel anything. To the outside world, it was as if Morgan had never existed, never spoke nor acted out, never set foot on the ground, or breathed in the air. To the outside world he seemed like a lost memory. Something that had been there, but the world could never place him.

"Am I alone?" Morgan questioned himself again. Wondering if what he had chosen to do all those years ago was the right thing. He had no perception of time, nor of pain or hunger. He never got tired or angry, or restless. It seemed as though whatever put Morgan here had constantly kept him safe from the outside world.

Or did it keep the outside world safe from him?

He mulled things over, tried to talk to his two friends... but they never seemed to be able to answer his questions about anything. It was as if they were losing all interest in his comings and goings. The Beast had fallen asleep the moment the three were locked in this... place.

No... He didn't think of it as a place, it was just somewhere. Somewhere dark and unconfined, seperate from anything else in the world, or his reality for that matter. Morgan was alone, all alone, desperate and yet calm all at the same time.

Was this truly his final destination? Was it the fruit of his labors to be locked away, like some caged animal, with out knowing what the reasons were or why?

"Help..." he whispered in the endless nothingness he seemed to be trapped in.

"Help." he said a little louder, hoping that his voice would reach something, anything, or any one. "HELP!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs, not caring how foolish he sounded to anyone that happened to hear him. "HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE, ANYONE GOD DAMN IT! HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!" Morgan screamed and raged on as if his very anger would shatter the darkness that he seemed trapped in.

He raged and ranted till his throat was sore, and even then he kept at it, screaming for someone to come help him out of this mess. He wished he could see Sarah again, if only for her to get him out of this mess. He wished he could see Caasi again, or even Sogno again, even Chrissy or Tina would lighten his spirits up again.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE!" His voice echoed long into the darkness, as if time and space itself had abandoned him like a dirty scoundrel on the side of a long deserted road.

"Anybody... Please help..." Morgan's voice softened as his eyelids got heavy and he finaly fell asleep again from all the energy he had expended in his useless and fruitless efforts to get any help.

"Nordifet? Are you there?" Morgan whispered as he blinked once, and then shut his eyes. Not knowing if the dark purple splotches he was seeing were of his mind, or of the deafnening darkness in this prison of space. "Nordifet?"

Something moved in the distance, Morgan could barely see it, but he noticed the movement, almost like an imprint against the background. "Hello?" the imprint pressed outward slowly and surely enough, there was a face of someone he wished he would never see again.

"no... NO... NO, NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! ANYONE BUT YOU! PLEASE! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! STOP IT PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! HELP!!!" He screamed and screamed and felt his heartrate go up like a rocket flying into the dead of space. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body started quivering. A little at first, then more and more until he was jerking around like a fish out of water, desperatley trying to gain control of his body, but all the while failing.

"Shhh..." A voice said in his ear like an angel. "Calm down, someone's here to help you out of here." The parts of the sentence Morgan could understand calmed him down just the smallest measure.

But the voice that spoke the words, struck terror into the deepest parts of his soul and caused him to shake even more.

"K-k-k..." Morgan stuttered. Knowing the name still struck terror into him.

"Kim? Hell no. Really? You thought I was her? I'M A GUY YOU DORK!" Morgan was slapped till he had both sore cheeks and his sense of self back.

"Nordafet?" he asked quietly. "Where are we? When are we?" Morgan could only see the blue outline of his Deom friend and the bright orange eyes with green pupils. "I don't know on both counts. Hell, I can't even wake up the Beast. He's been snoozing since we entered this place... To be honest, I don't think he'll ever wake up as long as we're inside of here."

"That's not good." Morgan said after a moments pause. "It's the weirdest thing though Nordifet... I thought you were her... That you were kim... but I'm glad its just you and not her..." Nordifet could still see Morgan shaking every now and then, trying to get a better grip on his current predicament. "So I take it that your slowly but sure going insane, and the only one who could probably make sense of this madness is the one in a coma. Right?" Nordafet said sarcasticly.

"Pretty much." Morgan said. He had lost track of time, but he somehow felt older, a lot older. "Nordafet? How old do I look?". There was a pause as the orange and green eyes searched him over until the  Deom swore to himself. "About the same age as when we got trapped in this place. Why?" "Just wondering... I don't know, I feel like I'm a lot older, or I should be doing something right now, or going some where..."

  A third voice entered the fray. It was a grumbling rough, gravel like voice. "You wanted to know where and when we are?" Morgan and Nordafet were surprised and relieved at the same time. "Yeah, we want to know. And while we're at it, why the hell did you go into a coma like state with out telling anyone? You scared me half to death and you missed another one of Morgans freak out sessions." Nordafet scolded the Beast as the mechanical version of Morgan with pipes coming out of his back scratched his head and yawned.

"Lucky me. Anyways, this place were in is a prison of sorts. I'm VERY familiar with it since douchebag here locked me in here shortly after beating me the first time. You remember that right?" Morgan tried remembering, but got no where. "Nope. I don't, refresh my memory please?"

The Beast sighed. "Look, when you and Sarah first came to the Dream Dimension, you pretty much beat the crap out of me on the inside, while Sarah beat the crap out of me on the outside. At the last minute, you sacrificed yourself to lock me inside you.". It slowly dawned on Morgan that maybe he wasn't really locked away in some scary place. "Come on... you can do it... Stupid." nordafet said with a smile.

"We're... Inside.... Something...." "OH FOR THE GODS SAKE!" The Beast shouted and slapped his forhead in disbelief. "No, this is NOT happening, ok, Morgan? Morgan... Eyes forward. That's downward." "I'm confused." "Yeah.... You usually are." Nordafet added with a smile. "Remember the Gummy village that you decimated?" Morgan nodded, full of energy now.

"Ok... let's try waking you up now." The Beast sighed as he socked Morgan in the head fast and hard enough to send him flying into the distance. But he bounced back and ended up clothes lining himself on the Beasts still extended arm. "Oops." the Beast giggled.

"Ok, so we're not in youre mind like I thought we were. This is bad. This is very bad." Nordafet fretted over the situation. "It's not really that bad. I like it!" the Beast chimed in laughing as he did so. "You like everything dark and gloomy!" Nordafet shouted back at the Beast.

Before another word could be spoken about anything, the void of darkness that Morgan had found himself in turned a myriad of colors, symbols, and rune shapes. "Son... of a BITCH! We're trapped inside a potheads mind aren't we? I swear that if we see one flying pink squirrel, I'm out of here!" the Beast said in anger.

"No need for that, look, we're trapped inside this... thing, and until we figure a way out of here, no ones going anywhere. understand?" Morgan said full of confidence again.