Mal was fast sleeping in his bed, dreaming of evilly delicious dreams of lava pits and laser sharks. Suddenly, a ghostly voice was calling for him again. Mal's eyes slowly opened, looked around his room, and saw nothing. Mal shrugged it off, and feel back to sleep. As Mal went back to sleep, he could hear someone walk into his room, and felt them crawl up on top of his bed. "Zoey, I didn't know you feel for guys like me." Mal said in his sleep.

"Hey! Wake up you idiot!" The voice exclaimed. Mal then opened his eyes for a minute, and saw a hazy, ghostly figure. Mal closed his eyes, only to snap them back open. Mal screamed at the sight of the ghost, until the ghost used his hand to cover Mal's mouth to stop his girly cries. "Shh! Do you want anyone to here?" The ghost said. Mal glared, and the ghost removed his hand from Mal's mouth.

Mal squinted his eyes. Trying to see the face of the ghostly figure. "Who are you?" Mal whispered. "Aw. You don't remember your old friend? That makes me sad." Mal held up a flashlight to the figure only to see a small, wooden figure, covered in chains and shackles. It was Dominic, the puppet Mal created for TDAS. "Dominic?" Mal questioned.
"The one and only!" Dominic exclaimed. Mal was quiet for a moment, and thought about it. His eyes winded as he remembered. "Wait your real?!" Mal yelled.

"I was until Mike destroyed me. Now I'm a ghost." Dominic said. Mal went back through his memories and remembered back when he chained Vito to a stage, and gave him Dominic, but his plan was foiled because of Mike. After a moment of silence Mal and Dominic stared at each other, until Mal broke the silence with his laughter. Dominic gave a weird look on why Mal was laughing.

"Yeah right, your joking." Mal said wiping a tear from his eye, and continued to laugh some more. Dominic rolled his eyes, and Dominic's chains came by and wrapped around Mal. "Listen, Mal. This isn't a joke! I'm like this because I didn't care about Christmas! I was a horrible, ruthless puppet who only cared to destroy. Now look at me." Dominic said showing his ghostly self, and his arm was almost coming off. Mal's eyes widen with fear from the horrid sight. "Mal, I'm here to warn you. You have a chance to escape my fate. You will be haunted by three spirits. They will show you the true meaning of Christmas."Dominic explained. "You're cursed, and these spirits are here to give you hope, if you don't..." Dominic stopped and in one single motion, he slip his throat with his thumb. "Listen to them, Mal." Dominic wailed before he faded away.

"OK. That was weird." Mal said to himself, as he fell back to asleep.

A little later, Mal was fully asleep. There was a sudden creak as the door opened and closed. The sound of footsteps that led to Mal's bedside, woke him. Mal looked up, but saw no one there. Mal had the feeling someone was in his room. He smirked, thinking someone was pulling a prank on him, so he pulled the sheets off his body and got out of bed. "OK Mike. If that ghost trick you showed me a few hours ago was you and the others, then you got me." Mal said, laughing it off. There was no response. "I know someone's in here. You better show yourself!" There was still a science that crept through his room. Mal wasn't giving up on finding who was pulling these pranks, so he devised a plan. "Ok! I guess no one is in here. I'll just go back to sleep!" Mal said backing slowly to his bed, until he bumped into something behind him. Mal swiftly turned around expecting Mike or one of the other personalities, only to find a ghost that looked like Svetlana.

"Hi Mal! I'm ze Ghost of Christmas Past." The Ghost said. Mal's eyes winded, and then smirked. "Nice try Svetlana! I know you and the other personalities are just doing this to trick me." Mal said cockily. The Ghost of Christmas Past just glared at Mal confused. "I have no idea vhat you are talking about." Mal just rolled his eyes. "Come vith me Mal." The ghost said. Mal knew they were playing a prank on him, so he decided to go along with it. "OK. Are you going to show me my past and make me feel bad about how I've changed?" He asked. "Uh.. Yes. Actually." The ghost of Christmas Past said.

Mal just rolled his eyes, and went back to bed. "Look. As much as I REALLY want to see my past, no. I'm just going to go back to sleep to wake up from this dream." Mal said as he pulled his sheets over his head and began to fake snore, so the ghost could leave. The Ghost of Christmas Past wouldn't take this. She just rolled her eyes, and grabbed Mal's arm, and snapped her fingers.

Mal screamed as the Ghost of Christmas Past pulled him through time. The two ended up in the middle of the subconscious. Mal, now on the floor, stood up, rubbing his head. "Could have had a softer landing?" Mal spat at The Ghost of Christmas Past. "Sorry." she replied. Mal looked around the room, noticing all of the decorations. "Wow. You took me back to the living room. Very festive looking." Mal said as he crossed over to the tree. He looked up at the fully decorated tree and smiled. His smile quickly turned into a smirk. "Now lets bring the house down!" Mal exclaimed, before he went to touch one of the decorations, but right as he went to tear the tree down, his hand went right through it. "What?" Mal said confused, stumbling backwards. "What was that?! My arm went right through the-".

"Mal, zis is a projection of ze past, so anything you touch vill be invisible." The Ghost of Christmas Past said. Mal growled with anger and stopped his foot. Just before he was about yell rated R words, he heard the sound of a little boy giggling. Mal's eyes widen knowing he heard those laughs before. He turned around now facing a hallway on the opposite side of the room. "I- I know that laugh" Mal said.
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That was chapter 2. I'm really liking this story. Let's see what happen's next time.