Demo Reel 2: The Backlash

After the events of the supposed lost episode of Demo Reel surfacing, Doug Walker has declined all knowledge of the episode and refuses to speak about the events of the filming. Every con he has been to, he has shot down the topic altogether, whether it's subtly or he just straight-up, "I don't want to talk about it. Please, try to refrain from bringing it up."
Either way, it has been eating the fans up. Wondering if THAT was the real reason why he canceled Demo Reel and brought back his beloved character that the fans missed after his absence. I think I have the answer.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love Doug Walker and the Nostalgia Critic as much as the next guy.....at least, I did. In fact, he was probably the only good content creator on the entire TGWTG site. This is just a retelling of the events I overcame after the viewing of the lost episode. You may ask, did I get a copy of the lost episode, too? No. I was the person who posted the first "story" on this very Wiki. It has been haunting me ever since that day. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw Doug Walker. Doug Walker in Donnie's costume, sitting where the Nostalgia Critic is supposed to be....Staring. Blankly into my eyes. This leads into the nightmare I had, just last night....In fact, I'm feeling a strange sense of deja vu as I'm typing this. Anyway, the nightmare....It began just as I was walking down a street.
In fact, it was the street I walked down everyday to get to work. I was cold, shivering, and I saw nothing.
I had a sense of dread overtaking me, as I kept seeing stuff that would normally be in my nightmares. (i.e strange, grotesque monsters, a lurking zombie)...It sounds cliche, I know, but here's where shit gets really fucked up. I stopped and gasped at the sight of a tie. The tie was black, which most likely scared me. I guess the sight of the tie brought me back to the realization that I just saw a video that will haunt me for the rest of my life, reminding me of the person who was responsible for my possible suicide. The Nostalgia Critic.
I screamed at the sight of it, and began walking back. I fell. I fell into an open door, which led me into a blue-lit room. I had no idea where the fuck the blue was coming from. I screamed at how bright the room was, and the figure's shadow it was reflecting off of.
"Sit down."
That voice was incredibly deep and sophisticated. What really scared me, was the figure. Lingering.
The figure wasn't talking.
For the voice was coming from the blue light, a familiar blue light.
The plot hole. Now, I realize how silly and over the top that sounds, but, like I said, this is a retelling of what happened in my dream. I don't want any comments complaining about the "lack of realism".
Anyway, the plot hole lured me into it's gaze. As I walked in, a booming voice shouted, "no more walking." I stopped at it's command. The next thing I remember is....walking into a strange room.
The room...it looked like a kitchen, for some reason. I noticed a figure standing in the corner of
the..."kitchen"
"Come, Donnie."
The voice was somehow comforting. The voice came from, what I could make out, a woman. The woman seemed very supportive, as I was wearing the black tie that I had seen....hanging.
"You have a very big day, Donnie. Let's go."
I was taken by the hand, I felt a strange sense of security as I was holding her hand....like nothing wrong would ever happen...every problem had just...evaporated. A flash of light violently filled up my eyes. I saw nothing but the womanly figure...dying. Laying dead. On a floor. I heard crying. A child crying. I lifted my arms to find that....I was Donnie.
I woke up, in a cold sweat, forgetting everything that had happened in my dream. For some reason, I was still scared. I didn't know what it was. I kept sensing someone gazing at me through my window, I kept getting chills. So much so that I finally had the need to go outside with a crowbar, 4 in the morning, mind you. Again, that blue light was blaring from an elongated distance....I felt scared. I screamed, my jaw was hanging as low as it could possibly go. I...I was still in the dream.
I finally woke up, at a table.
The table....The table was splattered with blood. I quickly sprinted to my bathroom.
As I was washing my face, crying, as well....The person responsible for the blood on the table was behind me.
The Nostalgia Critic.
"It's only a matter of time, Donnie."
I stared into the mirror, my frightened face turned into a blank, sad frown. I immediately changed into my costume. I sat down. I felt my lips say the words...
"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it, so YOU don't have to!"
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