Moon was in his lab, writing all kinds of different plans on a chalkboard. As the chalk screeched against the black slate, he wrote out different things like how to catch Bloodmoon, how exactly he would rewrite Bloodmoon’s dimensional matter, how he would kill Bloodmoon all while he tried to ignore the thoughts of his family’s hatred.

He had lost it, and he knew it. He had given into insanity. He was worse than the one thing he never wanted to become; his old self.