Tinker's Nightmare

>Tinker wakes up, alerted by the noise she heard from outside of her bedroom. She checks the clock. It's 12:37 AM. She slept in roughly an hour earlier, and she hopes this is not some weird stuff again.

>The woman opens her bedroom door and walks to the source of the noise - the living room. What she found there was much, much worse than she thought. If Tinker was sleepy a minute earlier, she's now wide awake with adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her eyes are staring at the two figures in front of her, a few feet away.
"No...No, this is all wrong... Nononononononononooo..."

>Tinker can see Gestalt, kneeling, sobbing. His head is facing upwards, and a knife can be seen touching his neck. His hands and feet are tied up, so he can't move at all. The one holding the blade is no other than her 'dad'. The blue eyes are staring at her, right into her heart and mind. Her 'dad' is smiling at Tinker.
"Well, sorry to interrupt your sleep, but this, 'Nephew' of yours suddenly broke into my house and starts to attack me~ I had to spent all my current creations to fight this delinquent~"

>Gestalt replies, multiple voices but all are cracked.
"He...He's a threat to you, Aunt T... And I'm just trying to protect you.. We.. We tried..."

>Tears are flowing from both Gestalt and Tinker, both are getting increasingly desperate. Tinker is frozen, unable to move, until her left arm rises and points at Gestalt. The arm then begins to change - into a Dominator - Set in Decomposer mode. The same one that killed her dad in reality.
"God please stop stop STOP NO I CAN'T NOT ANYMORE, NO PLEASE... NO.."

>Tinker is unable to control the change no matter how hard she tries. The Machinist only scoffs.
"Well, Becca, I made it easy for you~ Kill this scum and I'll let you live. Try to do anything than that, though, and you'll suffer the consequences~ I'm not controlling you for now as well, so you can just shoot yourself and make your nephew insane~"

>She tries to move her arm a little - He didn't lied. And now she's in a dilemma. Of course, she can just shot her dad, but she can't bear to see his death anymore.. And killing Gestalt would be impossible. Killing herself, of course, is going to make Gestalt traumatized again - for life - and nobody can help him anymore.

>The silence lasts for several minutes, with Gestalt's begs to be released as the background noise. Her father is still looking at Tinker, his eyes glowing bright, waiting.
"C'mon, Becca~ I don't have all the time in the world waiting for you~!"

>He makes a quick but swift move - making an open wound on Gest's neck - deep enough to draw blood. The screams from Gestalt and The Machinist's laugh snaps Tinker from her frozen state. She aims her gun at her 'dad' and charges it.
"I CAN'T LET YOU HAVE MY ONLY FAMILY. EVER."

>She shot, but...
"Whoops, wrong move~!"

>Just before Tink can release her shot, The Machinist forces Gestalt to stand up, making him a human shield - and he took Tinker's shot. Right at his head.

>Tinker cannot react to the events following her shot - how her nephew turned into a group of blobs, expanding until he explodes - splattering Tinker and The Machinist with his blood. He didn't even had a chance to say goodbye.
"....No...."

>She lose her footing - and now she's kneeling in front of her nephew's remains. Her left arm is deformed back to normal. She cries, as loud as she can. Hoping that he will somehow rise from the blood and says that it's all a play.

>The Machinist, on the other hand, laughs out loud, despite him being drenched in blood. He wipes the blood out of his glasses and looks down to the mess that is Tinker.
"Murderer~ That's what you are now~ You had the guts to kill your nephew. That's amazing~!"

>The word 'murderer' is ringing in Tinker's head, replacing all other thoughts. She did released the shot. She saw her nephew died in front of her. She just killed the only person who matter for her.

>The Machinist fades away, muttering the word "murderer" before he completely vanish, leaving Tinker alone.

>Tinker wakes up. 12:37 AM. Gestalt is sleeping next to her, snoring a little, but safe (She asked him to sleep there since her ordeal with her dad). She checks her surroundings to ensure this is not a dream - even going out to make sure nobody is there. She returns to her bed, hugging Gestalt. Tears are flowing freely, but she doesn't care - All she cares now is that her only family is alive and well.