“I don’t think that’s how my memory issue works. I just can’t remember everything that happened before.” Dylan wasn’t liking this guy. He didn’t like that he knows who Dylan himself is. And he especially doesn’t like that he knows who Ghost is. Granted he is in Ghost’s house. BUT STILL.
He tensed a bit at the machete being pressed against his shoulder, about to shove it away– wait. “Plan? What plan?” Was that something he forgot? he knew he felt he forgot something important, but did he have a plan? “If you’re going to act all mysteriously. Can you at least tell me what your talking about? What plan did I have???”
“Okay, maybe you are stupid.. Holy fuck.” HABIT rubbed at his face with his other hand, keeping the machete’s point still pressed against Dylan’s arm, threatening to tear into his hoodie. “No - I know that’s not how your fuckin’ issue works you dumbass. I’m just sayin’ you won’t remember shit-- why am I even explaining this to you..” Grumbling, the entity shook his head and gave a snarl at the end.
Dylan wanted to know what his original plan was? That’s fucking hilarious. HABIT eyed Dylan with a quirked brow, taking the weapon off of him finally. “I mean, y’know. I ain’t supposed to tell you, you lil’ shit. You gotta figure that one out for yourself.”
Yet another pause and HABIT eyed at his bare wrist, “Well, I gotta jet.” he spoke, looking back up at Dylan with a smile. Yes, he had no watch to tell the time.
“I just wanted to fuck with you a lil’ bit. Like I said, you ain’t gonna remember shit anyway and once you get all your memories back, after I get bored with mister chainsaw man, I’ll̴ ͟co̢me͏ get͜ yóú.” Distortion weighed heavy in his voice once again and the shadows seemed to get darker, darker, ever darker, vibrating with intensity as HABIT suddenly disappeared.
The sudden absence of the entity would be startling. He was no where to be found. The room would be back to normal, aside from the static-flickering screen of the computer. Everything would be well, right? He was gone for good?
Dylan would feel an agonizing pain in his head - like someone was shoving a large needle through his skull, twisting around brain matter and making it into mush. A loud ringing noise would become apparent, and Dylan’s vision would go white as he’d begin to feel faint.
When he’d wake up? He would remember nothing about HABIT, nothing about any of this. His nose and his ears would be bleeding, and he’d have a slight headache, but nothing more.
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