We suffered without Nuke for a few months but we were able to survive. The Brotherhood needed a new supplier, and we found one in the form of a criminal organization known as the New World of the Mind. They supplied us with a new drug, Streak, which they said was just as good as Nuke if not better. The New World of the Mind charged us a lot for the stuff, but it was more than worth it. As it turned out, the sale of Streak was incredibly profitable for us. It was much more potent than Nuke and the drug's high cost meant we made much more off of every transaction. Streak quickly became known as the Brotherhood’s signature drug.

The Animals redistributed Streak everywhere in the Pit and made a killing. We used the profits to rebuild our empire. With the Devil Skins dying and our enemies, the Psy Nation, living in a different part of town, we had more territory and influence than ever. Soon, nobody was able to challenge us. The Psy Nation raided us several times, but we drove them back and took no prisoners. We plastered the streets with their corpses, a warning to everyone in the Pit that nobody fought the Animal Brotherhood and won.

Our constant use of Streak led us to become dependent upon it. Before long, we were hooked, every one of us. Some of us were more addicted than others. Worm and Soulmask used it the most, but I smoked almost as much as they did. I smoked more than ten strips of it every single day. The drug was incredible. It enhanced all of my psychic abilities to new heights. With my incredible powers, I rose to prominence within the Brotherhood and took charge of more and more of its operations.

A year and a half went by in a blurry Streak. During the day, I smoked Streak and took care of business for the Brotherhood. At night I smoked Streak and developed my mind through meditation, exploring the limits of my psychic powers. Whenever there was a free moment, I smoked Streak and lost myself in blissful emptiness. Days blended together in an endless haze. I lived in a state of constant numbness, my mind empty, my consciousness at rest. I was a leaf drifting along in the wind, calmly being blown from one place to another.

I basked in silence and stillness. Nothing could disturb my perfect tranquility. My mind expanded to fill the emptiness, stretching out to infinity. My psychic powers grew with no end in sight. I could fire black beams of energy from my fingers. I could sense the presence of any living thing within half a mile. I could make people go insane just by looking into their eyes. I could project an invisible psychic shell around my body, protecting me from all harm. I was invincible, flawless, perfect...

I grew numb to the world around me, barely noticing the passage of time. I ate when I was hungry, slept when I was tired, and smoked drugs when I had the spare energy. My life became a living death. I was a walking corpse, incapable of feeling or caring about anything. The passage of day and night no longer held any meaning. Every second that passed was exactly the same as any other. All of my problems and worries melted away. All of my emotions and feelings dissolved into nothingness. And then, one night, I lost all physical sensation. I could no longer feel the bed beneath me, the clothes against my skin, or anything at all. I was a psychic spirit trapped within the confines of my own lifeless body.

I screamed and shouted, but no sound escaped my lips. I yelled and cried, but no tears fell from my eyes. I was certain that I was dead. I was dead, helpless, numb, and unfeeling. I had died a long time ago. I was dead, but my mind continued to live on. Would I remain like this until the day that my brain rotted away into nothing? Would I remain like this forever, trapped until the end of time itself?

My mind was beginning to fade away. I stretched out my psychic senses, desperate for any kind of feeling.

I felt something: a tiny, barely perceptible vibration. It was so distant and weak that I nearly missed it. Had something changed? Was there a sound when before there was silence? I focused on the source of the vibration. It came again from somewhere else, stronger than before. There was definitely something out there. I could feel it coming back, stronger and stronger with each passing second.

I heard the sound of crashing waves. It was getting louder and louder, more and more violent, like a storm roaring towards me. I felt wind blowing against my skin. I saw the scene before me shift and change. I broke through into a new reality.

Sparkling purple waves swept over me in an endless ocean. Countless currents swirled about and carried me through a restless sea of psychic power. Glittering flecks of golden light danced in the depths below. The sky was a dark and ever-changing mixture of colors that cast a shimmering reflection upon the waves. I drifted and tumbled over the rolling sea. Then the waves grew more intense, pulling me under their current. I screamed and struggled to swim to the surface, but it was no use. I was dragged under the waves, down into the darkness below. The surface was getting further and further away...

I felt a painful surge of energy in my brain and muscles. I convulsed and fell out of bed with a jolt. Fresh droplets of sweat ran down my back as I trembled with fear. I was heaving and gasping for air. I could've sworn I was actually drowning. The sound of the crashing waves still rang in my ears. My body was coated in sticky sweat. It had all seemed so real. I laid on the ground in a daze, feeling very dizzy and confused. What had just happened?

My psychic awareness encompassed the entirety of the Animal Mansion. For the first time in over a year, I was fully aware of my surroundings. I took a moment to examine myself, flexing different muscles, moving different body parts, proving to myself that I was physically real. I was alive. There was no denying it.

I got up and looked at my hands. There were calluses and scars from years of abuse. I felt my face. It was gaunt and emaciated. I felt my ribcage. It was slightly visible, proof of how long it had been since I had eaten a decent meal. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Here I was, back in the real world. I sat up on the cold wooden floor to gather my thoughts.

I suppressed my impulse to roll another hit of Streak. It had long since lost its power to strengthen my abilities and I felt no pleasure from the drug anymore. All it brought me now was a sense of  deadening listlessness. I crushed my rolling paper into a ball and tossed it at the corner of the room in a hazy fit of rage. I made a promise to myself that I would never smoke Streak ever again.