My chains Clatter against the floor as I paced the room, my anxiety growing.
"Hey kid, we're back!" A glitched voice makes it cease.
"I'm sorry, We brought Wilford, Mark's recording right now so hey, something new right?"
A second voice made me look over.
"Thank you for coming," I say blandly.
"Oh of course! Why leave a-" Wilford began.
"I hear one more word from you I'll-," Antisepticeye Growls.
"What will you do? HMMM?~" Wilford teased back.
"WiLl yOu TwO kNoCk iT oFF?!" Dark yelled making my ears bleed.
"Glad to see your banter will be a constant still," I joke as we sat down on the floor.
"They're pretty far y'know," Dark began.
"So, this world isn't real, but goddamn it is to you ain't it? A wish to be with them? So why not?" Anti asks.
"I will only drag them down, your turn will arise soon though. So you won't have to deal with me," I sigh.
"Leave me," I growl as a sudden rage fills me.
The three turn to leave, but Wilford turned back.
"WILFORD NO-" Dark yells but it was too late.
"But we just got here!" Wilford grabs a chain.
The chain becomes flaming hot as I begin to choke him with it.
I was tackled by the other two, their voices pleading me to stop.
"KID LOOK AT ME!!!" A slight shock of electricity made me drop Wilford and come to my senses.
"Are you ok-"
"Go away, before I hurt you too, I don't know how long I can control it-"
A flame was lit on my chest making it sear with pain.
I cried out in pain.
"GO!"
I grip my head as voices insult and command me to do things I don't want to do.
Go kill- Hate you- Your Nothing- No Hope- So Dark-
Must Hurt them- Go kill- Insane- Killer- Phyco-
"I promise I'll come back for you," A voice cuts through the rest as the room rumbles like a meteor had struck the earth.
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