Not Easy Being Me: part 26
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Bim walked down the hall, heading to his room, two mugs in his hands, one white, the other pink, both filled with hot chocolate. He managed to reach his room, as he gently twisted his doorknob and pushed the door open, looking in to see the Wilford look-alike sitting at the foot of his bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring ahead, bubbles hovering over him indicating that he was crying. The show host gave him a look of sympathy as he walked in, getting his attention. "Hey, Wil... I'm back," he whispered as he walked across the room holding out the pink mug to Dark, who took it into his shaky grasp.
Bim then sat next to him looking at his mug for a second before turning back to Dark who just continued to stare ahead, taking small sips of his hot chocolate, sniffling a bit. He remained quiet before he broke it. "Do you... Want to talk about it?"
Dark remained silent slowly shaking his head no, as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.
Bim cast his eyes back down, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood when an idea formed in his head. He turned to Dark with a smile, setting his mug down, walking over to his desk, getting Dark's attention. The show host went to a shelf pulling out a box, turning to the pink ego. "How about a distraction?" he said holding out a box that read cards against humanity. "Come to think of it, we always use to play this the day before a big show... What do you say?"
Dark didn't know why but his mood started to lighten up upon seeing the box and seeing a smile on Bim's fave just made him feel a little bit happier. He sniffled, setting his mug down as he wiped the tears from his face. "I'd like that," he whispered as he stood up, both heading for Bim's table.
The Colonel stormed through the manor, anger clear in his features, his shooty drawn, his shooting finger itching, waiting to pull the trigger on that prick detective. "DETECTIVE!" he shouted before glaring at the D.A. "Are you hiding him from me?!" He snapped, pushing the D.A. aside rather harshly.
"DETECTIVE!" The Colonel went on, searching for the very man that took his friends from him.
The scene jumped to the Colonel and Abe at gunpoint, the D.A. close behind the angry mustached man.
"You'd better choose your next words carefully, Colonel!" Abe growled, aiming the gun at the Colonel.
"Only my friends get to call me by that name and you, sir, are NO friend of mine!"
"Colonel! Stop this! Abe had nothing to do with-!"
"Well, you're one to talk about friends you MURDERER!" Abe shot back, the crack of thunder following after he said that vary word.
"Abe, please this is not helping-."
"I didn't kill anybody!" The Colonel shook his head. "This is MADNESS!"
"Colonel... Abe, listen to me it's the-."
"Oh, you wanna talk about madness?" Abe began lowering the gun for a second as he spoke before holding it back up. "Madness is stealing your best friend's wife."
"Colonel give me the gun now!" The D.A. tried to take his shooty, but he pushed them back, turning back to Abe as the detective spoke.
"Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick sexual exploits with that very woman-!"
"SHUT UP!" The Colonel snapped, feeling his anger rise, his eyes suddenly becoming pink as his anger continued to grow.
"Madness is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you CAN'T HANDLE THE-."
The D.A. gasped, looking at Abe in horror, as the Colonel shot him right in the heart. "COLONEL!" The D.A. watched as Abe's back hit the wall, slowly sliding down as the life drained from his eyes. They then turned to the Colonel, who stared off, anger in his pink eyes, clutching the gun rather tightly in his hand. They knew that they needed to get that gun away from him. "Colonel give me the gun now!" The D.A. tried to take the gun, but he was resisting, pulling the gun back as he growled, staring at the D.A. with his angered pink eyes. "Colonel please I just want to help-."
The D.A. gasped, staring ahead as a ringing noise buzzed through their ears, sudden pain coursing through their chest as they lifted their hands up, finding that they were covered in blood... their blood. They slowly look up at the Colonel, who features soften as his eyes turn back to brown shaking his head in fear. "W-William?" They whispered in a raspy voice, slowly reaching out, when they leaned back, falling over the railing, watching as the Colonel tried to reach them, but to no avail.
"No. It was an accident!" The Colonel cried, watching as they fell.
The DA felt as if they were falling forever yet at the same time it ended with a quick fast cracking noise as their body hit the hard ground, their vision going black as they hear the Colonel's last words.
The D.A. shivered at the memory, unable to get the look on the colonel's face when they were shot. They remember it like it just happened yesterday. The D.A. never blamed William for this. It wasn't his fault, he was acting out of blind rage. He didn't know right from wrong at the time.
All these years, they thought he was somewhere out there, pushing up daisies in a lonely unmarked grave, yet here he was, the same when they last saw him... Well... Almost the same.
At first, they didn't recognize him at all. The name Wilford and the color pink threw them off but after he said their name, they knew right then and there who he was. But it was like looking at a different person...
'I'm one to talk' they thought as they looked down at their broken glass hand that was beginning to reform once more, still deep in thought.
Deep down, they were glad that William was still alive, glad to see someone from the past, glad that their friend was still here... But why was he so deranged... So lost looking... Why was he-?
Suddenly memories began to flood through the D.A.'s mind, memories of waking up in the upside-down, standing in front of the body of Actor Mark, standing in front of the mayor and the seer both irradiating blue and red.
He took everything from us. He trapped us in here with this broken shell and no way out!
Look I know you have questions and I can answer everything right now.
But death does not mean the same thing here... This doesn't have to be the end.
Your body... Broken as it may be, it's still out there.
The same way that I brought you here, is the same way that I can send you back.
I know I can trust Celine. And if you trust us just... Let me in. We can fix this... Together.
I won't force this on you. You have a choice here. Just know this is the only way you can escape.
"... Okay... I trust you".
Suddenly the D.A.'s vision began to fade as they pushed further and further away from Celine and Damien, the mayor looking at the D.A. with determination in his eyes.
This'll work... I promise.
Suddenly the D.A. woke up, they're vision blurry and grey before their eyes slowly adjusted to the room, the color coming back. Slowly they got up from the ground, their bones aching and cracking, their neck stiff. They walk around looking around the room before their eyes landed on a figure in front of them causing them to jump, but they eased realizing it was a partly dressed Colonel sitting down in front of them, with Damien's cane cradled in his hands.
"Oh no! No! It's okay." the colonel said with a whisper, holding up his hand as he slowly stood up.
The D.A. let out a sigh of relief. "Colonel," they whispered, glad that he was okay.
The colonel slowly walked forward, his smile only growing but there was something in that smile that was... Off to the D.A. but they didn't know what. "I-I thought you were dead."
The D.A.'s smile wavered as they cast their eyes to the ground. "Colonel... I was dead... But Damien... Celine, they brought me-."
"I-I-I mean, of course, you're not dead!" he shouted in a small fit of excitement before looking confused, walking toward the D.A. who just stared in confusion. "You're not- how could you be dead?" he questioned walking around the table pointing at the D.A. "I mean, I-I wouldn't have killed you. I-I didn't kill you."
The D.A. watched as he walked over to the desk next to them, gently setting the cane down, his crazed smile only growing.
"I mean, of cour-I-I... Of course!" he began, turning from the desk before turning back to it, his smile unwavering but his eyes full of pain and confusion. "I didn't kill anybody!" he began to laugh as he backed away slightly. "I didn't- It was all a joke!" he exclaimed with a laugh, looking to the ceiling.
"... Colonel... It... this isn't a joke." the D.A. tried to explain. "You really did shoot-."
"Of course, it was all a joke!" the colonel said with a smile, pointing to the D.A. "Were you in on this!?"
"Did Damien put you up to this? Of course, he did!" the mad man smiled as he began to back up.
"Colonel... Damien... He didn't put me up to this he... He's not here with-."
"Damien, where are you, you rapscallion?" the colonel shouted heading further into the manor
"WHY ARENT YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" The D.A. shouted, trying to follow him. "CAN YOU NOT HEAR A WORD I AM SAY-."
The D.A. froze, realizing that they were not moving. Their body was not responding to them... In fact... They didn't say a word this whole time.
I... I can't move... It's moving on its own.
"Where are you?" The colonel shouted wondering into the house. "Celine? Ah, it's time to come out now!"
Colonel! Wait come back! I can move I-.
Suddenly their body walked toward the desk, looking down at the cane listening to the colonel yell but that itself was fading.
"It was good, it was good! You almost had me!... Ha, ha, ha... Celine?"
The D.A.'s hand reached for the cane on its own, taking it into their grasp, before their hand began to morph and change into someone else's.
That's... That's not my hand... Who is-?
Slowly the D.A. looked up, causing them to gasp. They looked exactly like-.
Damien?!... What... What's g-going-?
Suddenly Damien twisted his head his neck giving off a loud sickening crack, sending the D.A. into a daze.
Their vision was blurry causing them to lose balance but they caught themselves by holding the wall in front of them that was cold and bumpy. They shook their head looking forward only to freeze in shock seeing that they were face to face with the Damien look alike but standing between them... Was a broken mirror. "What is... Wh-Where am I?" they turned around seeing that they were standing in a black void surrounded by darkness. "N-No... No!" the then turn back to the mirror, beginning to bang in it, watching as the grey figure that was now in their body, straighten his suit, staring at his reflection with a scowl. "Let... Let me out of here! Let me out right now!" they began to bang harder, anger growing within them, watching as he turned and walked away, leaving them alone. "NO! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! LET ME BACK IN! CELINE, I TRUSTED YOU!... DAMIEN YOU PROMISED ME! LET! ME! OUT!" they yelled banging their arms into the glass so hard, the shards broke off into their skin.
They let out a shaky sigh, looking down at the shards before they froze, the shards beginning to spread on their skin. They backed away pain developing as their skin was being eaten away, being replaced by shards of glass. They let out a scream as it spread across their shoulders heading down their back, causing them to fall in their knees large glass like spikes extending out of their back. They whimpered looking down at their hand that was beginning to form into glass claws. "SOMEONE PLEASE! DAMIEN?!... CELINE!..." they then looked up at the mirror in fear, the glass spreading to their neck. "WILLIAM PLEASE HELP ME!" they shouted as the glass formed over their face, their screams becoming monster like screeches as what's left if their humanity began to fade.
The D.A. let out a screech as it slammed its claws into a nearby mirror, trying to push back to horrible memories. It then stood up as it began to pace, its anger only rising.
This was all that damn demon Dark's fault! He was the reason why William is the way he is. He was the one that drove him insane... He was the one that took its body, he was the reason that it became this monster. It let out a growl as it shook its head.
It wasn't gonna let Dark get away with this... It was gonna get the revenge it deserved once and for all... But the question was... How was it gonna do it without hurting William?
The D.A. thought for a moment, knowing that it needed to get to the real Dark who was now in William's body, but how was it gonna get him without the others stopping it? The D.A. knew it couldn't step into their plain without being injured... It needed a vessel.
Suddenly an idea formed in its head, causing it to grin. "Why there are plenty of vessels to choose from." it smiled looking into a mirror, the mirror switching from each ego. "But which one?" they scanned through each ego in the manner before its eyes landed on one ego, a low chuckle escaping its lips. "Perfect." then the image changed to Wilford, who was trapped in Dark's body asleep in his bed. "Don't worry, William... He will pay for what he did to us... I promise."
