We All Come Back
Suicide tw
He was broken.
True, he had always been broken, but not like this. The smiles turned to tears, the carefree attitude replaced by scowls and sulking. He spent most of his time holed up in his room. This wasn't like him, and Dark hated it.
Celine and Damien hated it.
They were louder than ever, screaming and yelling that something was wrong with Wil. They wanted him to find out what happened, but why should he? William - Wilford, now - was not the same man as he was before. This wasn't the man that had been invited to that poker night. He deserved no attention from Dark.
Then, he missed a meeting.
Wil had never missed a meeting before. He was always there with a new idea, a new plan to take over the channel, but now he was absent. Celine and Damien were alarms in Dark's head, reverting to full panic mode. There was no resisting them now, not when they were like this.
Time to run.
Up the stairs I hope he's alright he'll be alright down the hall he'll be okay this is a false alarm open the door the sadness was temporary-
Blood on the floor
A cold body
And a note.
With trembling hands, Dark picked up the scrap of paper that Wilford had left on his bed.
Dark,
I know where Celine and Damien are. They've gone to the other side, and I'm going to find them. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. We all come back eventually, right?
-Wilford Warfstache
* * *
The next day, Dark didn't attend the meeting. There were, however, two new members. One was a man with a soft blue aura and a suit, the other was a young woman in a black dress and a violent red aura.
They introduced themselves as Damien and Celine.
