Hello there. I am Might! How was the previous chapter? I bet you didn't expect that to happen. Remember when I told you that I am always several steps ahead of you all? Now we have a mystery to solve. I know deep inside that Blondie is NOT my child and I will go to any lengths to prove it. Regardless of what the trio and Timothy believe, that child is not mine. Why, she looks nothing like me! Weirdly enough, she looks exactly like Fallon if she was a baby. I have interviewed her in depth, drunk, sober and under a trance and still, she has no memory of conceiving this child. There are no marks, nothing implanted behind her ears. However, this child matches our genetics. Also, Timothy's story of the portal makes very little sense. Who was that other man that he spoke of? How did his hair colour change? Oh well. Timothy, Fallon and Blondie are staying at my house in the middle of nowhere. It's for their own safety. Timothy is a wanted man now. Him and Z, but Timothy hasn't contacted or met Z since their time together in X.
Exactly how did he become a wanted man, you may be thinking. Something terrible happened in X. Something so awful that even Timothy had suppressed memories of the event even though he was one of the main perpetrators. He had four victims, three of them were young men and one of the victims was a young woman his own age. Nothing is more wicked than the punishment that befell her and it was Timothy who did this to her.
All will be revealed in time.
This man is completely calculative! He is self-aware and has the strong will required for exploration. May I remind you again, my fellow readers? This man is a product of the country that he lives in. The product of the emperor. I won't be explaining anything related to Timothy but let his own words and actions speak for itself! I have no need to speak for another man. I believe that everyone in this world deserves to be heard every once in a while. If the voices of the people are silenced, how will we ever get to the truth?
This is what Timothy said to me, "They claim that I kidnapped and tortured 4 victims and used a time patch on them. These victims haven't been found yet. I don't remember what really happened! I don't know what I did and it's been keeping me up all night. You have to help me, Might! I-I can feel it at the back of my mind but I can't describe it."
"Take a seat. I'll see what I can do." I replied
Timothy took a seat and then I noticed that his face and neck were glistening with sweat. His hands were trembling very slightly.
"Do you feel hot? I can open the window-"
"Don't. It's too loud." Timothy replied
I opened the notebook I had nearby and jotted a few things down.
'Symptoms: sensitive to loud noises, sweating, slight trembling, repressed memories? Unknown time frame.'
"Why are you making notes?" Timothy asked me
"The truth is that I have the memory of a goldfish. I depend on my writings. Does that bother you?"
"Nope. Just curious."
"So I have your permission?" I asked him
"Yes. I already told you. I need your help. I'll share everything with you if you need to know." Timothy replied
"So. You need something to help you relax. I have a few things in mind. Try to close your eyes and think about something calming and relaxing."
Timothy closed his eyes and leaned back against the chair. He was breathing slowly and deeply. "I'm thinking about food." Timothy smiled
Then he became quiet again but this time, the trembling became more noticeable and his breaths became more shallow and frequent. He was hyperventilating and his eyes were still tightly shut. He was mumbling incoherently and had lunged himself into my arms! His chin was resting on my right shoulder. I didn't push him off. It was very clear that something was wrong. Was he really so scared as to lose his senses?
"Shhh. You are here, sitting in a chair and in my arms. You are safe in reality. You are here." I spoke
"I am here." Timothy repeated softly, slowly opening his eyes
"What happened?" I asked him, letting go of him
"I don't know exactly but I saw something so weird. I-I can't explain it. Like a memory." Timothy explained
"I have an idea. What if you try to draw it? I-Is it really that shocking?"
"I'll draw it."
"Don't worry about making it good. You can draw stick figures if it's easier. Sorry I am getting too ahead of myself. I forgot to ask you if this memory involves a person."
"It does." Timothy replied
Timothy drew away and a few minutes later, he showed it to me.
"Oh, it's a woman. And what's coming out of her mouth? Some kind of venom?" I guessed
"I don't know what it is." Timothy replied
"Oh wait!" I spoke, almost jumping out of my seat
Timothy gave me a blank stare.
"You said something to me in X. You were worried about what I'd think of you if I knew the truth about what you did. That means that for a short time, YOU KNEW what you did!" I pointed at him
"I really don't remember it now. That's the issue."
"That's so strange. Oh well, memory loss can be one of the side effects of X as well as restlessness. You're too sensitive to X. Try to avoid taking it again."
"Why do you take X, Might?" Timothy asked
"For therapeutic purposes and to gather more data. It's a responsibility that I still haven't abandoned. I've noticed that Y does the same thing. Do you remember Y?" I asked him
"Of course I do. He's the man who Fallon seduced a long time ago in order to get classified information from him. He got attached but all she cared about at the time was her own survival." Timothy replied casually
"That reminds me..how are things between the two of you? Do you like the room that I've given you?" I asked him
"I do. Thanks. She's alright, just slightly more quiet than she used to be." Timothy replied, starting to feel awkward
"I want to speed this up. Join me on the sofa." I spoke after locking my door.
Timothy joined me on the sofa.
"Now rest your head onto my lap." I asked him
Timothy paused until he realised that I was being serious and then he lay down comfortably on the sofa with the back of his head resting on a small pillow that I placed on my lap.
Within a few seconds, Timothy sat back up.
"What's wrong?" I huffed, getting annoyed
"You're too warm. I don't like it." Timothy commented
"Very well, I'll turn on the fan, your majesty." I replied, rolling my eyes
Timothy ignored me and decided to rest his head on the pillow.
"I like your perfume." Timothy spoke
"Thank you. I am not gonna tell you what it is.
I wouldn't want you copying me." I responded
"Who said I'd even copy your crappy perfume?" Timothy retorted
"Ha, you said that you liked it a second ago. You can't take it back." I grinned
I focused again and played my bell that was next to me.
Timothy had his eyes closed and asked me, "Hey, what's that bell sound?"
"Keep your eyes closed and relax. I'll play it a few more times. You should be feeling more and more sleepy but don't fall asleep."
"Oh it's working. This is incredible!" Timothy said
"Stop talking." I told him, making him tut in annoyance
When he was in a trance-like state, I made him drink a harmless potion. The boy didn't even question it and gulped it down.
"Let's start with the young woman. 19 years old. Her name is Emily. Describe her to me."
"Short strawberry blonde hair. It was curly and in a bob. Average height, skinny, there were barely any curves on her. Also, I remember how she used to smell citrusy like she was addicted to oranges or something. I feel like we knew each other before. Years ago. Feels like it." Timothy answered
I noticed something about him. It was quite hilarious, looking back.
"Did you..like her?" I asked him
"Why do you say that? Oh wait, you son of a bitch. It's not what it looks like!" Timothy said sleepily
I let out a chuckle.
"I swear I am going to leave!" Timothy blushed in embarrassment, crossing his arms.
"Don't be so silly. It's perfectly natural!" I told him sincerely to make him feel less embarrassed
"Don't mention it. Ever." Timothy hissed, glaring at me before turning the other way
"Besides from the girl's scent and appearance, do you recall anything else? Close your eyes and dig a little deeper."
"I don't know why but I see a park. Some type of field."
"It must be some kind of trip, don't you think? Visualise this field again. Do you see anything else?"
"It's too unclear. Oh wait, I don't feel so good. I want to take a break."
"Be brave. Keep your eyes closed." I told him, lightly patting him on his chest
"What's happening?" Timothy asked
"Why are you asking me? You're the one seeing the memories." I mumbled
"That park. I remember it now. It happened during middle school. That unfortunate day. Everything turned upside down."
"And the girl?"
"She is nearby, sitting on a bench. Her hair is blowing against the wind. The grass is wet from the rain and quite muddy too. Oh I see. So that was my motive. I wonder what I did to her in X."
"What do you mean?"
Timothy was hesitating to give me any details. I could tell that he remembered something significant but why would he hide it from me? Time to dig a little deeper.
"You remember your motive huh? Whatever you did to her, do you feel that it was justified? No matter what?"
"I don't care how this comes across but.." He paused
I stayed silent, waiting for him to answer.
"She deserved it for what she did to me back then!" He pouted
"B-But that must've been years ago, Timothy."
"I don't care. She ruined my whole life." Timothy replied, sulking
"Well that's not good. How on earth are we gonna get the public to be on your side when you are found out eventually? You can't say you don't care. You'll be lucky not to get arrested. Also, I think that you do care, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to help you find out the truth." I told him
Timothy sighed.
"You know..I wasn't always like this." Timothy started
"What do you mean?" I asked him
"I used to be a popular kid. Well..until that day. The weirdo kid was chasing me around the park with a stick that was wet and muddy and what's more, it had a couple of wriggling earthworms on the end of it. It was disgusting. So I ran for my life to get away from him and then I saw her. She was with her friends, watching the football game. Then, my skull felt like it was going to burst right out of my skin. I was hit by the ball and fell over on the grass. My vision had gotten blurry but I could tell that Emily was approaching me. She helped me up and it genuinely looked like she was concerned about me, but something felt wrong. Before I could thank her, she pointed at my trousers and called me 'shitty Timmy' out loud. You know what happened next. Word spreads fast. She even took a photo secretly and posted it. She ruined my entire image. Imagine that! All the suffering that I went through over a single event? An accident? I didn't even shit myself! The field was muddy!" Timothy confessed
I sighed, holding his left arm as he was lying down, staring up at the ceiling.
"This is a lot to take in. Do you know why she did this to you?" I told him
"I have no idea but all I know is that she's hated me since we were children. And all I've ever been to her was nice. There is no logical explanation for her hatred of me."
"Oh I see. Let's hope she's still alive. I want to interview her." I replied
"I am tired. I want to go now." Timothy said
I let him go and thanked him for sharing this information with me.
Timothy went to see Fallon again. Blondie was already asleep. Fallon was still awake. He was too hot to wear his shirt so he took it off immediately. He then opened the window, turned on the lights to a dim level and hopped onto the bed with her. He put his right arm over her shoulders and pulled her in closer. She couldn't help but to stay alert because she didn't know if she could trust him anymore.
"Fallon." Timothy called out softly, turning his face to kiss the top of her head
"It's so cold in here. At least close the window." She told him
Timothy got up to close the window even though he preferred to leave it open. He joined her in the bed. He started off gently rubbing her arm and then slowly, his hands trailed its way up to her breasts and then he kissed her on the lips.
"Don't." Fallon spoke softly with a shaky voice
"Why not?" Timothy asked her
"What did you do to those people?" Fallon asked
"Fallon please. I don't remember." Timothy sighed
"Bullshit. You're just blocking it out. How can I trust you?!" She asked
"I will never hurt you, Fallon. Do you know why? I love you! Y-You bring out the best in me, make me less afraid of the future and ease my worries. You make everything more colourful and the world feels a little brighter. I-I need you, I want you. I want you more than I can ever put into words. That hasn't changed. It's how I've felt from the beginning. Whatever you're going through right now, I promise I'll be there to support you and to be by your side for as long as you want me to be. Oh Fallon-"
Fallon was overcome by his confession, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him, their hot tongues moving together in their erotic dance. After that, he realised the tears forming in her eyes and wiped it away for her with his fingers.
"I've been waiting to hear that from you. Thanks Timmy." Fallon said
"I want you." Timothy whispered softly against her ear
"How much do you want me?" She teased him
"Very very much." He whined
"Ah, there there. You're so adorable." She replied, caressing the side of his face near his earlobe making him shiver
"Do I have your permission for 'project I'?" Timothy asked her, referring to the contract
"Do you really have to call it that? And yes, go ahead." She giggled
"I hope Might isn't nearby. This could get a little loud. Oh well we'll see. I need to stop thinking but telling myself that is paradoxical." Timothy muttered
Fallon prepared herself and was excited to see what he had in store for her. The only thing he got out was one of his leather belts and his tie. Fallon's heart raced even more after seeing the leather strap. He sat down towards the center of the bed and instructed her to bend over across his lap. She only kept on her black miniskirt to which he slowly hiked up with his hand revealing her buttocks. Fallon waited in anticipation as he tied her wrists with the tie. She felt the cool air against her ass for a brief moment before feeling the strike of the leather strap against her cheeks.
She let out a gasp and then he caressed the struck area gently with his hand, making her squirm in pleasure. Timothy started to breathe a little harder, the eroticism of it all getting to him.
This time he struck her again but harder, making her wince in pain. Timothy let out a quiet moan, hardening against her.
"Timothy." Fallon called out softly
It was such a delicate tone of voice, making him blush.
"Endure it for me please. I'm on fire right now.
I want you to lie down on your stomach against the mattress." Timothy breathed out
"Are you going to whip me again?" Fallon asked him
"Yes." Timothy replied
Fallon did as was instructed by her.
"Each time I strike you, I want you to say 'mercy please!' " Timothy requested
And so, he hit her again with his belt which landed on her upper thighs, this time putting his back into it. She gasped out in a mix of pain and pleasure, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to her nether regions, her eyes starting to tear up. Dazed and out of breath, she whispered out, "Mercy please!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed in embarrassment and if her wrists weren't tied with the tie, she would've covered her face with her hands.
"Louder." Timothy demanded, striking her again
"Mercy please!!!" Fallon replied louder than before
The tears ran down her face and there was a reddish pink mark on her ass. Gripping onto the belt with his hand, he placed kisses on her upper thighs and cheeks, dragging his bottom lip across the reddened skin which was slowly starting to turn back to its normal colour. She moaned and moved across the bed, unable to keep herself still.
Then he let his tongue slither down her back, making her arch and dance against the pleasurable sensations that he was giving her. She let out a soft whimper as he slowly dragged the belt down the back of her neck down to her inner thighs. After noticing the tears on her face, he threw the belt on the floor and instantly embraced her in a hug.
"Why are you crying, my love?" Timothy asked her
"I don't know. I guess I just needed it. I enjoyed it though. So what's next in store for me?" Fallon asked him
"I dunno. I haven't planned that far ahead. I have no need to."
Timothy lifted her up so that they were kneeling on the bed. Fallon's hands rested on the bed frame near the wall and Timothy was right behind her. Placing his hands on her hips, he kissed the place between her neck and shoulders, each peck so lovingly gentle. His hands reached upwards from underneath her skirt. Her innermost thighs were caressed by his fingers but still, she moved against him in the hopes of feeling even more good but everytime she did that, Timothy teasingly moved his hand away.
"Come on..just give it to me." She sighed softly
His hand grasped onto her wavy blonde hair and he pulled it back, making her lean against him as she tried to regain her balance as her wrists were still tied with his tie.
"Do you want this?" Timothy asked her
"Yes I do." Fallon replied
"What makes you think that you deserve it?" Timothy asked
She faced him and replied, "Of course I deserve it. I am all yours."
"Excellent." He chuckled
Fallon was immediately flipped around so that she landed on the mattress on her back, holding her tied wrists out. Timothy moved her arms over her head and told her to keep it there, slipping her skirt off of her. He removed his pants. Brushing his tip against her warmth, Fallon felt the heat and tingles spreading like the ripples of a puddle on a windy day. With a thrust of his hips, he entered her then put her tied wrists over his shoulders and leaned into her. Fallon's legs wrapped around his waist. The pleasure was building more and more from his upward thrusts. Upon hearing her sweet moans, he couldn't help but hold her even closer to him and bang her even faster and harder. He kissed her lips, chin, collarbone and boobs. He massaged her petite breasts with his lips and tongue and placed tiny nibbles near her nipples, neck and shoulders.
"Timothy, it feels so good. I can't..."
"You feel good too. S-So hot..Fallon." Timothy breathed out, descending upon her neck to shower her with kisses
"Nnh..more please." Fallon whined, writhing and twisting against him, making him groan softly
Timothy carried on and didn't even miss a beat!
He made love to her even more passionately as if it was their last day together and with each thrust, he held her close and kissed her on the lips and also her forehead.
Timothy was close but he didn't want to slow down. He groaned out her name, his muscles twitching and trembling with each of her movements against him. It was the right kind of pressure, friction and heat. He felt her walls squeezing against him about to squeeze him dry. Fallon noticed him slowing down and decided to seek out more friction by lightly grinding herself against him.
"Oh.." Timothy gasped
Fallon continued her movements, causing him to shut his eyes and bite his lip momentarily.
"Oh Fallon, you're gonna make me come.." He sighed out breathily
Fallon blushed in response to his lewd comment.
A minute later, Timothy groaned as he felt her climax, her walls gripping and tightening around him. He pulled out quickly and moaned as he spilled all over her chest.
Soon after, Timothy noticed that he was shaking and sweating profusely.
"Timothy. Are you alright?" She asked him after seeing him stumble about
Timothy didn't answer but he wrapped a towel around his waist and stumbled himself into the closest bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and freaked out! For a moment, he couldn't recognise himself! One moment, his hair colour was brunette and the next it was as black as an oil spill.
He ran himself an ice cold bath and immediately soaked his body into the bath. Then he began to feel sleepy. He then saw the silhouette of a man who wasn't Might. He rubbed his eyes but it was still there behind the curtain. He opened it quickly but it had vanished.
He dried himself with his towel then wrapped it around his waist again, walking out. He preferred it like this. I bumped into him coincidentally in the corridor.
"Hey. Why are you walking around with a towel? It could fall off, you never know." I asked him
"It won't fall off." Timothy told me
"Something's different about you. What's bothering you?" I asked him
"I feel hot and heavy. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't want to sleep." Timothy complained
I put my hand on his forehead.
"Wait. You're so cold! How is that possible?"
"Cold? It feels like I am burning up here."
"Come with me. There's something I wanted to talk to you about." I told him
We went to the kitchen and then he opened the fridge.
"Guess." I said
"Guess what?" He replied
"When did I last go grocery shopping?" I asked him
"I-I dunno. Yesterday. Why-"
"My fridge is almost empty! It was filled to the brim with food." I told him
"Yeah I guess you're right."
"Are you eating for two? You pregnant or something?"
Timothy burst out laughing.
"I-It's not funny. How is it possible for someone like you to eat that much?"
"Are you fat shaming me? Let me eat what I want!" Timothy huffed
"Oh the audacity! Like this is your fucking house! Guess what? It's my house and my food." I replied
Suddenly, we saw Fallon walking with Blondie in her arms.
"You imbeciles. Keep it down!" She hissed
"Oh, so now she decides to get up out of all the times that she could've gotten up. That's hilarious."
Fallon glared at him and then Blondie wanted to walk around so Fallon put her back down on the floor.
"Fallon. Timothy is eating me out of house and home! Just look at my fridge. Now I am forced to go outside tomorrow."
"Ok. You're going outside. Don't be so dramatic."
"Don't be so rude to the man who's keeping us safe right now!"
"Exactly. Where are your manners?" I asked him
"They're right up your ass!" Timothy replied
"Oh yeah, that's really mature of you." I said sarcastically
"Oh shit, Blondie. Why'd you do that you idiot?" Timothy squeaked
She yanked off the towel from his waist and now he was fully exposed to Fallon, Blondie and Might! She waddled off with his towel.
"Come back here you weirdo brat." Timothy said
He raced towards her and snatched it back from her.
Blondie started laughing and Fallon and I laughed at how absurd the situation was.
After that, Timothy put on dark blue shorts.
Fast forward to tomorrow morning, after I carried out my normal work and we were all free to lounge around, we noticed that Blondie had turned on the TV.
"Wow! How did you learn to do that, Blondie?" I asked her
Blondie shrugged her shoulders and gave me the remote. She was a child of very few words.
It was on the news channel. They were talking about Timothy.
"That's bullshit!" I said
"What's bullshit?" Timothy asked me, sitting down on the sofa
"They think that you abducted Fallon. Something about err, not buying the fact that she was on leave or something..I dunno. Whatever. Most importantly, you've got some fans! I can't believe it! You're getting famous."
Timothy rushed to turn the volume up in disbelief, grabbing the remote from me.
'We support you Timothy. I feel like you weren't in the wrong. You're so special a-and hot!' They giggled
'Thank you so much. Now we all hope that for the sake of this young man's future, he stands up and confesses to what he has done..'
"Spare me! They're such idiots. They don't even know me!" Timothy said, rolling his eyes at the two teenagers that were on the screen
I searched up more information about the news on Timothy.
This was concerning as he had amassed quite the following.
The news continued.
'If Timothy confesses soon, he will have a better chance. As you all know, the virtual world of X is the perfect place for a release, however, abducting unwilling individuals and using a time patch on them to prolong the time that they stay there might get one into trouble with the law.'
'This is ridiculous. We have not heard one word out of the boy and already many people are insisting that he is innocent and that he 'doesn't look like a bad guy'. Well a lot of bad guys..they hide in plain sight!'
'Who are you, Might or something?'
'Oh wait. I thought we weren't allowed to say his name.'
'He-who-shall-not-be-named. Who is this? Some kind of monster? Of course we can say his name!'
'Our emperor doesn't like him.'
'Yes he doesn't like him at all. He, out of the kindness of his own heart, personally asked the man to stop publishing such morbid tales. Why can't we get at least one happy chapter huh? One good ending?'
I laughed at this, finding it amusing how off-topic they've gotten when they were supposed to be talking about Timothy.
'...The news has blown up ever since we got a hold of Timothy's photographs. And that's not the only thing that has blown up. The man's popularity also!''
And that's what it has come down to. How depressing. All because he's a good looking young man, they are becoming blind to the reality of his actions. The actions that I am trying to investigate and understand before he is affected by what is mostly unjust and nonsensical aka. The so-called justice system.
Eventually, Timothy asked me whether he should tell the truth about not remembering anything after X but I told him that it was unwise and that it would complicate things further. I assured him that I would help him get closure in helping him find out the truth for himself. Only then will he be able to speak and defend himself properly.
CHAPTER 7 - WHAT IS WRONG WITH TIMOTHY?
Oh I know I know. It's a chapter within a chapter. Yet another one of my surprises. As time went on, we quickly realized that there was something seriously wrong with Timothy. I will start from the beginning where Fallon decided to talk to me alone. She was worried about Timothy and I must admit that she was beginning to be afraid of him.
"Ever since that day in X. Ever since the portal, something about him was off. I could sense it and at the time it was only on the back of my mind. Now it's becoming more clear. His needs for violence. It is a need that I am no longer able to satisfy. I know that I could've told you this before but I thought I was being paranoid." Fallon confessed
"Fallon. Thanks for telling me. H-He hasn't tried to hurt you yet, has he? Remember that you can confide in me as a friend."
"No. Luckily he hasn't hurt me yet. For God's sake it's like, there are just so many sides to him. Like remember when he noticed that cactus you had brought into the kitchen. How he went ballistic and tried to smash it up with a bat. Remember that? I've never seen him get that mad before." Fallon told me
"Yeah that was hilarious! That gives me an idea. It's a wicked one. I should buy him a cactus as a present and see how he reacts." I replied, chuckling
"Might! I am being serious! I don't feel safe around him anymore! What will you do about it?" Fallon hissed
"I am trying." I told her
"Well try harder!" She replied
I sighed then attempted to clear my mind again. I don't like being pushed like this in such a hurry.
"Tell me what else you've noticed about Timothy. Anything unusual." I asked her
"Sometimes he just stares off into space and he looks frozen. Then when he's back to normal, he doesn't remember doing that. Sometimes, the old Timothy comes out and sometimes he just switches up."
"Sounds similar to what some trauma survivors go through. It's not so far-fetched of a conclusion to make. Think of everything he went through in X. He was choked, repeatedly beaten, emotionally manipulated, repeatedly assaulted and almost killed. How much psychological damage has he obtained from all this abuse, I wonder? But something is weird. Would an abuse survivor feel hot all the time and eat twice the amount of food they used to eat? Reminds me. Where is he right now?"
"He's in the gym room right now." Fallon replied
"What the hell? He's actually working out? How weird. Let's observe him." I said
When we entered the room, what we saw shocked us completely!
Timothy was lifting weights!
Not just ordinary weights but heavy ones.
"I-Impossible! That's more than double my one rep max. W-What the fuck?!"
"Translate please. I don't lift." Fallon said
"That's 420lbs and it's a shoulder press. That should be impossible for a man of his physique! Trauma doesn't have this effect. Something else is wrong with him."
I was unsure whether or not Timothy heard us or was just ignoring us. He lifted the barbell up to 6 times before putting it back.
"Oh my god, wait." Fallon gasped
"What is it Fallon?"
"I've never seen anyone with split colours before. His right side radiated blue as I watched him exercise but his left side was a crimson colour."
"W-Wait. You can actually see people's auras? That's incredible!"
"I don't know if it's an aura exactly. It has something to do with a person's energy though. Whether it's an aura I am seeing or an illusion, I still see something."
"Fallon. Please don't doubt it. You see something then you see it and that's alright no matter what anyone else tells you. There's no such thing as an illusion."
"Fallon. What are you doing here?" Timothy asked her, slightly out of breath
"I wanted to watch you work out." Fallon replied
"Really? Keep quiet and I'll let you watch. Might. You want to watch me too? Take a seat."
"Actually I have much better things to be doing." I replied
"Sit." Timothy demanded
"I am not your dog. You'll have to ask me nicely." I retorted
Timothy grabbed onto my wrists and it wasn't just an ordinary touch. He was squeezing my wrist harder with every second.
"You want us to fight again? We're not in X anymore so you no longer have the strength of your dream body to fight."
"If we fight again, I won't be able to stop myself from killing you. If you don't want to die, wear your helmet."
"Fallon." I made a signal, hoping that she'd get the hint
"Crimson. It's a majority." Fallon told me, getting the hint
"Hey Timothy. How would you like a cactus for your birthday present?" I joked
"You wanna die?" Timothy answered
"Why do you hate cacti so much? Why? Does it remind you of something else?" I tried to hold in my laughter
Timothy burst out laughing.
"50/50. He's shining blue and crimson." Fallon spoke
"Shut up Fallon. What are you talking about? It's confusing." Timothy said
"Crimson again. It's rising. Be careful Might. Hit him now!"
"Shut up you fucking bitch or I'll fucking gut you! Stop talking to him!" He roared, charging towards her
She squeaked and froze, seeing her life flash back before her eyes.
WHACK! I managed to hit him as hard as I could with my bat. He stumbled about and he looked at me, revealing a face that felt betrayed.
"M-Might? Why?" He spoke uncharacteristically softly before falling to the ground, knocked out.
"Now what?" Fallon asked me
"Unfortunately, my theory was correct. He is of two different minds! We'll restrain him and take him to the living room." I said
She nodded and we put him to sleep via injection, carried him to the living room and restrained him completely to a chair. This was an emergency. Timothy in his condition was a major threat so we had no choice but to do this to try and help him.
"I never thought it would come down to this, Fallon." I told her
"What do you mean?" Fallon asked me
"I am going to have to make a very important call. This person is the only person who is able to help us."
"Who is he? A friend of yours?"
"She, you mean? The one and only. Sky. She's my sister. My adoptive sister. I warn you she's a little eccentric but she's a lovely person to be around." I replied
"Oh. Ok." Fallon replied
******
"There are a few people out there in this world whose presence are felt in the room even before you see them, hear them or speak to them. Lightning is the first word which comes to mind. They are like lightning. You feel stuck as if you're in slow motion in their presence, your heart sinks and you get chills running through you. Your heart begins to race as you are forced to soak in their intense energies. Red and vibrant, a cloak of lust and anger can be felt by those sensitive enough. Yet, one is never repulsed by their presence. Quite the opposite. One cannot help but to be drawn to them, like an ant stuck inside a whirlpool so helpless that all attempts at escape are pointless. This person is dangerous, your mind warns you as their presence so easily engulfs your own. So much lust! So much power! It is both terrifying yet electrifying!" - Sky
******
Sky arrived at my house and Timothy was still asleep. Her presence was as soothing as always. She wore a floral dress with a white silky bow tied to her hair that was in a ponytail. She also had a handbag. Her style was simple yet elegant.
"Wow you're so pretty." Fallon told her
"T-Thanks. You too." She stuttered then gave her a smile
"So, can you help him?" Fallon asked
She cleared her throat then shifted awkwardly from side to side.
"Well I'll try. Can I see him?" She asked
Her voice was soft and soothing. It's been a while since I've heard her voice.
"Yes you can. He's right near the other side of the living room tied up and asleep." I told her
She began to walk rather slowly towards him.
"Be careful." I added
"Ok." She replied
She gently shook him awake but he was still asleep.
"He's not gonna break. Shake him harder." I said
"Wakey-wakey." She spoke, shaking him until he woke up
"H-Hey. Where am I? Who are you?" Timothy spoke softly, looking up at her
"Timothy, I-"
"How do you know my name? W-Why am I tied up? What's going on? Why am I here?" Timothy spoke fearfully
It was so strange! It was as if he'd lost a significant amount of his memories.
"My name is Sky. I am Might's sister. Don't be alarmed. I want to help you."
"I am fine!" He huffed
"You look so tired and restless. Do you want to feel better? I've got something that will make you feel at ease." She reassured him
"Very well but before you do anything to me, I want you to untie me." He demanded
She looked over to me and Fallon and we all exchanged looks.
She then sighed and held both of Timothy's shoulders.
A few seconds later, she let go of him.
"I'll untie you." She said, untying him.
I got ready and prepared in case he attempted to escape but he didn't escape.
This was strange. Perhaps he felt comfortable in her presence.
"Now I need complete and total silence. No interruptions. I will figure out what's going on." Sky told us
We nodded and then she got a chair and sat close and opposite to him.
"What are we doing?" Timothy asked
"Shh." She said, putting her index finger to his lips
Timothy slowly tilted his head back and looked at her with suspicion.
She sat down again and closed her eyes. She also held both of his hands. Fallon signalled to me and pulled onto the back of my shirt. I looked at her and then she pointed towards the door and then I understood and followed her out of the room.
"What is she doing?" Fallon asked me
"It's an ability of hers. She can get inside of his head and look into what is happening. She studies people's presence and energies to get an idea of their underlying conditions. She's accurate up to 60% of the time but I think that it's worth a try. I have no idea how it works but I guess that she's sensitive that way." I answered
"I don't understand. Is such a thing possible? Why does she need to hold his hands and close her eyes?" Fallon asked
"Physical contact is not required but it enhances what she picks up from him and makes her readings more accurate. By closing her eyes she is able to see a story. A story which gives her the information she needs. However, this requires immense focus which is why she doesn't want interruptions." I explained
"How do we know what she's seeing?"
"We don't unless either we read her body language or wait until she tells us. Now let's go back silently." I said
We walked back into the room but Timothy didn't even take note of us.
He was just staring back at Sky in confusion and anticipation of her actions.
His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy and there were times that he closed his eyes and was relaxing back in his chair and other times he looked around the room and at her.
After 2 minutes, she was starting to tremble a little and breathe a bit harder.
It was as if she was trying to calm herself down. Her eyelids were fluttering continuously at such a rapid pace although her eyes were closed. We weren't allowed to interrupt her.
Timothy could feel himself drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly, she began to shake, her head twitching which was really concerning.
She then opened her eyes, gasping as if she had woken up from a nightmare.
"Oh my god." She whispered out
"What is it?" Me and Fallon asked her at the same time
"I-I saw some of what he did. B-But why would he do that? I felt what it felt like to him. One word could describe what Timothy felt at the time."
"What's that?"
"Justice." She replied, hugging herself
"So what did he do to his victims? Did you find out?" I asked her
"What do you mean? I am right here. I didn't do anything." Timothy said sleepily, the drug still taking its effect
"It's just a story, sweetheart." Fallon lied to him with a smile
"Oh..I see." He replied, yawning
"Maybe but it all seems too-" She spoke hesitantly
"I don't care. Tell us everything you know." I said
"First I saw the image of a bridge. Timothy was on one side and there was another man on the other side. I-I couldn't tell what he looked like. Then I saw a golden cup. I heard a sound. Something hit the cup. Something sharp. The cup crashed onto the ground." She started
"You mean that the cup was floating in the air?" Fallon asked her
"Yes." She replied
"Continue." I told her
"I saw a skinny looking girl who was sitting on the ground in a dark place. She was crying. She just kept crying. I didn't know what happened to make her cry so much. I turned around and heard the footsteps of someone approaching me. It looked and felt like 'him'. 'He' was holding this cup and forcing me to look at it. I didn't want to but he kept chasing me, slammed me against the wall, held my chin and was making me look at the contents of this cup. Look! He yelled out to me and I just kept on shaking my head."
"That girl. Did she have strawberry blonde hair?"
"Y-Yes."
"And he? Do you mean-?" I spoke, quickly pointing towards Timothy
"Yes." She replied, confirming that she was referring to Timothy
"What was in that cup?"
"It was a thick black liquid with what looked like a severed finger floating at the top."
"Oh god, please tell me this is as bad as it gets." Fallon pleaded
"I am sorry Fallon, but this is only the beginning." Sky replied
"Damn that boy! How are we going to help him out? Continue even though I know that we'll discover all kinds of wrongs here now." I said, getting annoyed
"He had an accomplice. A handsome older man even though his actions were anything but that."
"Fucking Z!" I declared in anger
Timothy burst out laughing, startling us all.
"What?" Fallon asked him
"He said 'fucking Z'." Timothy giggled
"Ugh, just grow up!" Fallon tutted in annoyance at her boyfriend
"Ooh someone got up on the wrong side of the bed." Timothy said, chuckling
Fallon wanted to say something back to him but she held her tongue because there was something very important to focus on.
"What else did you see?"
"Brace yourselves. I-I saw three young men. Two of them were lying on the ground with nothing on except their boxer shorts. They looked like they were unconscious. I'll get to the point. 'Him' and the older man were behind another man on either side. There were two wooden poles attached to the ground on either side and the man was tied up by his wrists and ankles. He also had pants on and nothing else. They took turns whipping the man no matter how much he cried out and begged and prayed for mercy. 'He' then punched him in the nose, making him bleed and 'he' smeared the blood on 'his' own forehead. You are nothing. You are nothing but a fake piece of plastic. You hurt my friend. Now you will pay. Where is the girl? I am going to punish her next, 'he' said to his victim. Be patient and enjoy the power that you hold. That heat. You feel it too don't you boy? The act of violence is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it comes from vengeance. Savour the taste, Z replied. I will but these men aren't my main targets, they're yours so what pleasure can I even feel, he asked Z. 'He' was ignored by the older man who decided to thrust the handle of the whip into his victim. The victim gasped and mumbled out in pain and was in too much pain to really yell out anymore. Then the scenery changed to the woman."
"So what happened next?" Timothy asked, getting himself invested in the story not realising that they were talking about him
Fallon glared at him in response.
"Ugh I hate Z." I said
"I-I am sorry but I need a drink. Then I'll continue." She replied
"Of course." I replied
After she drank a glass of mango juice, she continued to give us more details.
"I-I can't." Sky sighed
"What's wrong? Is it that bad?" I asked her
"I am beginning to have doubts. What I saw 'him' do to her, it can't be real. He doesn't feel like someone who would do these things. I must be wrong. If he ever remembers then it's up to him to tell us. It's the only way that we'll know the truth."
"Fine then for the sake of your comfort, I'll spare you from giving us the details. Just give us a vague idea of the things that he did to her. How did he punish her? And don't worry. I've heard it all before so there is nothing that can really shock me." I suggested
"F-Fallon, what about you?" Sky asked her
"Tell us. I need to know the truth. I don't care what it is." Fallon replied
"I-It is inhuman and twisted. A twisted perversion. That's the only way to explain it. But strangely enough, I understand. I understand, because I felt his energies."
"What do you understand?"
"It was an act of retaliation gone too far. She damaged 'him' immensely. I am tempted to say that she deserved it from 'his' point of view. Anyway, I'll describe some of the things I saw. I suddenly couldn't hear anything. He looked furious and elated. Like he was screaming at her. She was crying and clutching onto his ankles. He was dragging her across the floor and she was kicking, yelling and crying as her body scraped against the floor. Then I saw her crawling against the ground which was filled with small pins. He was on top of her back, forcing her to crawl, slapping her hard on the cheek whenever she slowed down or yelped out in pain, bleeding out from all the pins on her skin. He was barking out orders and then he got off her back, unzipping his jeans. The pins pierced his boots and then he quickly ejaculated on her back." Sky explained
"Ok stop. Let's pause for a bit before we continue." I said
"I've heard enough." Fallon said
"I am dumping his ass." Fallon whispered near my ear.
"T-There's more." Sky stuttered
"What?" Fallon asked
"I am sorry but it gets worse." Sky replied
"Oh my god." We said simultaneously
After our very short break, she continued.
"After that the scenery changed. Z gave her a white frilly dress, forcing her to wear it. Not wanting to be subject to more torture, she desperately began to beat her chest to take her back to reality. She panicked when it didn't work. Ha, you stupid girl. I used a time patch on you so you can't escape, he said."
"Time patch? Hey, what the fuck are you saying? You bitch! You got inside my head didn't you? I fucking trusted you!" Timothy yelled out
"Timmy, please calm down." Fallon pleaded
Timothy breathed out, attempting to relax but it didn't work.
We yelled out after Timothy grabbed hold of Sky, tackling her onto the ground.
"Might, do something now!" Fallon squeaked
"Back off! I am not gonna hurt her!" Timothy hissed
"Liar! Don't you dare touch my sister!" I yelled out, dragging him off her
My heart sank after realising that I couldn't move him at all!
It was like he was a brick wall! Unmovable!
"Do not finish that story! You don't understand anything! You'll ruin everything!" Timothy pleaded desperately
Sky nodded, too terrified to speak as she felt his voice against her ears
"Timothy! You have to tell us the truth. It's the only way you can end up with the best outcome. Please!" Fallon pleaded
Timothy slowly turned towards us, his chest heaving, almost as if he felt stuck on what to do.
"Come here, Timmy. Come here." Fallon spoke softly, beckoning him over with her finger
His breath hitched in response as he let Sky go and crawled towards her on all fours. I smirked but kept quiet. She slowly got down on all fours and embraced him in a hug, running her hands through his hair. Timothy shivered and rubbed his face against her neck so lovingly.
"Please. You have to help me. I-I didn't want to do it!" He sobbed
Fallon continued to soothe him.
"He made me do it! He seduced me. Took advantage of me but I was too blind to see it. I wanted optimal pleasure by any means. I dunno why I was so obsessed with it. I wanted power but I got saddled with a huge burden. I was beaten down and forced down upon, not just Z but something 'other'."
"Something other?"
"I-I am not allowed to speak. He'll be furious with me. I've been honest with you all. Please keep holding me, Fallon. Please don't move." He pleaded
I noticed that Timothy was caressing her back with his fingers. Well, that's what I thought at first until I noticed that he was making the same movements. It's a secret code, I thought!
"Hey Timmy, you'll be ok. Were you feeling this distressed the whole time? Oh I am so sorry." She sighed, continuing to hold him in her arms
I got out a piece of paper and started scribbling.
Then he stopped.
I held up the note to Fallon and Sky.
It said, "He is inside of me. Other Timothy."
Then he stopped hugging her and decided to go to the fridge and make himself a cheese, tuna, mayo sandwich."
"Ugh, let's call it a day. I am exhausted." I replied
The next day, I had some new data to consider in my investigation but it would be up to either Timothy or his victims to confirm the truth about what happened.
I made note of his past and tried to find any connections to his actions described by Sky.
I also considered the existence of a supernatural entity inside Timothy and took everything else into account. This was combined with surfing the web and finally, I managed to make sense of things but all of this is just a prediction. Like I said, it would be up to either Timothy or his victims to confirm the truth about what happened.
I held an initial meeting with Fallon and Sky whilst Timothy was taking a nap. It sounds like I had everything sorted out already didn't I? Well you'd be wrong. I just couldn't get that feeling out of me that something was missing. There was a blockage in my thinking. Something which I was distracting myself from. As exhausted as I was, I just couldn't sleep being held prisoner in my own mind. My mind which wouldn't let me rest. I have to solve this problem. I must help my friend!
"Might stop this!" Fallon told me
"What?" I asked her, turning away from my screen
"Nonstop. It's constant. You've just sat there collecting info after info. All your energy is being wasted away by these distractions."
"You don't understand. I need to know more things to help me solve this. I must do my research!"
"And then what?"
"Then I'll get the answer that I am looking for. I'm sure of it! It'll take a while but-."
"Might! I'm sorry but we don't have the time for that. We're already getting immense pressure for Timothy to go to court with serious consequences if he is absent."
"What do you suggest that I do?! I'm trying my best, ok. I really am! I'm feeling too rushed and I don't like it! I don't like it! Also if Timothy really is possessed, how do we know that we'll be believed? How do we prove that someone is possessed? Will they throw him in a mental asylum and throw away the key? Will they make his sentence more severe if they don't like what they're hearing? Oh my god, wait! W-What if he's not even possessed? What if I don't figure out how to help him? What if I'm too late? What if I get it all wrong? I really want him to have a fair trial. Once we know the truth, only then will there be justice! We must prevent any misinformation. Any mistake can have detrimental effects on his life! No! We cannot let that happen to my friend! He can't survive in prison. He won't even last a day in there! Surely there's a solution, a way out and I'm trying to find it so please Fallon, please wait a little longer. Oh wait, there's also the possibility that t-"
The words. It all came out like vomit and I couldn't stop it or hold back any longer. I'm so lucky that I didn't embarrass myself by tearing up. I then found myself being hugged from behind the chair by Fallon.
"Oh Might, you are so capable. You've got everything you need now, whether you believe it or not. Look at all that's around you. All that you've done so far. You'll find what you were looking for within all this that you've overlooked." She told me calmly
I took a moment to take what she said into consideration and then something clicked.
"Thank you. R-Really I-. That was some good advice." I replied
"No problem. Keep it up. You're doing so well right now."
I placed my hand on my chest, a wave of relief washing over me.
"Fallon. Set me an alarm for 30 minutes. I'm going to sleep." I asked her
"Ok." She replied, setting me the alarm
I was so tired that I drifted off to sleep on my desk.
When I woke up, I felt refreshed and ready to take on anything. Well, almost anything. It's not like I can face a dragon and win.
I called Fallon and told her to round everyone up.
We all sat down at the kitchen table and even Blondie was there. Timothy was there too and he'd promised to be on his best behaviour.
"What's this Fallon? I thought I told you to get everyone here." I said to her
"Are you blind? We're all here." She replied
"You forgot about the two ghosts in the guest room." I told her
"Aww he's so cute." Sky blurted out
"Really? Wow. You made this so awkward. Thank you so much." I joked
"You're welcome, you sarcastic bastard." Sky replied
We started laughing at how unexpected her comment was and then, we became serious.
"Ok. There are several things I have to talk about. What do we do with data? We scan it through and make the connections and BAM!!!"
"Fuckin' hell, you scared me." Timothy said
"The answer just melts into your tongue like butter."
Timothy smiled then covered his face with his hand momentarily before composing himself
"What's happening? Wow, did you drink something or?" Fallon asked
"First point of discussion, what is wrong with Timothy?"
"That's rude." Timothy pouted
"Your face is rude. Anyways I want zero interruptions. I mean it! If I hear one word out of anyone without my permission, I will personally suplex you! You've been warned." I warned them
After making myself a mug of marshmallow double cream hot chocolate with sprinkles (and you typically want the whipped cream to be a centimetre away from spilling over for the most optimal satisfaction and sprinkle a little cappuccino powder over the top to balance out all of the sweetness of your beverage, anyway I just thought that you might like to try this.)
"To figure out what's wrong with my friend, you must consider data that outlines symptoms and phenomena. He feels constantly hot, eats twice as much as he used to and isn't putting on the expected weight from eating me out of house and home. He is hypersensitive to noise, especially when multiple people are talking at the same time. His physical strength increased to impossible heights for a man of his physique. These are his physical symptoms. So, what does this tell us? Are there any connections that come to mind?"
"A question is coming to me. Why does he need to eat that much?"
"Good! Ahh, excellent! I've got it. He needs more energy, more fuel. More food is being processed inside his body which may contribute to the heat. It reminds me of pregnancy."
"What?" They asked, suddenly confused
"When a woman is pregnant, she typically eats a lot of food. Why? Because the baby needs some food too. She's literally eating for two. So why is he doing the same thing? Because Timothy is eating for two except he isn't feeding a baby, he's feeding whatever entity resides in him. But why would a supernatural entity require the energy from food? That is what 3D physical creatures living in the realm of reality require! Humans, animals and even plants have some type of food to derive their energy from. There's this collision! Like nuclear fission!"
"Nuclear what?" Fallon asked
"I just pictured a collision. It must be important. Timothy and other Timothy combined somehow! That explains their strength."
Sky raised up her hand, wanting to speak.
"Is that why I saw that bridge in my vision?
Timothy was on one side and another man was on the other side, but I couldn't see his features." Sky asked
"Wow yes! That explains it and his aura being half half it's definitely true that there's something inside of him. Now we at least have something to turn things around. Now Timothy. Please tell me about your time inside the portal." I said
"W-Well I saw a man who looked exactly like me except his hair was black instead of brunette and then I remember that he told me, 'Do you want this, Timothy?' Then he merged with me. That's how I got my thing."
"Wait, I'm confused. Is that i-in a sexual way or what?" I asked
"What?! No way!" Timothy replied
"Technically it's like having it with yourself isn't it? No big deal." I said
"Shut up. It wasn't like that." Timothy replied
"Looks like someone's getting defensive about this one!"
"Might?! What's wrong with you?" Timothy asked
"Yeah Might. That was a weird thing to say." Fallon added
"Oh come on! Get yourselves a sense of humour. You're depressing me. Anyway, where does Other-Timothy come from?" I said jokingly
***
"I met him inside the portal. That's when I first met him. It's a miracle that we even got out of there because Blondie was the one who guided me out of the portal."
"You see, that's what I don't understand. How is a toddler so familiar with the portal? Blondie, Other-Timothy and the portal. There's definitely a connection that I'm not seeing."
"That portal. I think that Y was saying that it required immense energy just to keep it running and that it would attract light beings of energy. That man who met him inside the portal, was he a prisoner there? But that would be impossible as it was closed for more than 4 months before the trio reopened it again."
"I'll ask the question, where does Other-Timothy come from?" Sky said, closing her eyes again
A few seconds later, she shivered and opened her eyes again.
"What did you see?" I asked her
"I feel like he was being hunted down. Like many people want him gone. Wherever he lived, nobody wanted him. He didn't want them either and would rather feel warmth from society after burning the whole world down. I saw a pile up of his enemies near him, one with his hand clutched to his ankles as he roared out a battle cry. He looked like a warrior or infamous criminal. Tears of blood ran down his cheeks as he rage stomped another man who was on the floor defeated by him."
"That can't be right or else we would've heard about a man so violent in the news or something." I replied
"No but what if he's not from our country or even our world? What if he's from another world? Timothy's evil twin? The portal could be a gateway between our reality and his." Fallon suggested
"What? You mean he's Timothy's doppelgänger? How cliché." I replied
"Well, what is cliché are what's most prevalent in art and art does happen to borrow from reality." Sky said
I noticed that Blondie was drawing sunflowers on a piece of paper that I gave her. Timothy was looking at her drawing but not saying a word. He was just gazing at her doodles with a blank look on his face.
Fallon noticed how quiet Timothy was and then turned her attention towards him. He looked back at her for a moment and then blushed, breaking off eye contact.
"Oh my god guys." Timothy started
"What is it?" Me and Fallon asked him
"I just remembered what I did in detail. My optimal pleasure. Everything. I will confess but you must promise me that no one will yell at me or hate me. Everything will stay the same otherwise, I'm keeping my mouth shut. Also, take Blondie out of the room. I don't want her hearing this."
"Oh shit! I missed an important message from Y. It was 3 days ago too. It says 'confess or else.' The bitch believes that he's able to threaten us huh? Oh wait, there's a video of Timothy on here."
"Don't watch it! I must explain myself first!"
"It's titled optimal p. I'm guessing that he means optimal pleasure."
"Oh. That wasn't too bad. You can watch it." Timothy replied
"Oh my god Timothy, will you tell us what you did to your victims already?" Fallon said, annoyed
"Fine, I will. It's not pretty though so be prepared. And I've already told you all about how that woman ruined my life back in middle school." Timothy replied
"Please-" Fallon started
"Alright." Timothy interrupted then continued to confess
"It's true that me and Z tied up the three male victims, whipped them and humiliated them. Z got the most satisfaction out of that because they had all done something to him personally. One of the victims, the pretty one with the blonde hair, owed Z money. He also seduced Z's partner but enough about him and them. For the woman, I made her put on a beautiful white dress so that she would appear like an elegant swan according to Z's recommendation which I went along with. It didn't matter at all what she wore. We had prepared a gross potion and mixed it with the severed pinky finger of one of the scummiest victims and forced her to drink it. She made the most unpleasant gulping sounds and almost threw up repeatedly trying to consume it. Besides all the noise, it was funny to witness. Holding her and forcing this drink onto her was so much easier than I thought. But it gets worse but understand that all I had on my mind was vengeance and anger for all the hurt that I experienced. She lied on me. She ruined my image and my power. Worse of all, she never gave me a reason for hating me so much. What happened to her next really brought her back down to earth. There she was, utterly humiliated in front of us. She had no time to run for it was too late. 'Oh what's that?' I asked her
She was speechless.
'Hey shitty shitty! You just shat yourself. And in that lovely white dress that was gifted to you!'
'Shitty shitty, that's a good one! Isn't it, shitty? How do you like your new name?'
Still. She stood still. I didn't get the reaction that I hoped for. Z sensed my disappointment and restrained her for me.
"I-I'm so sorry! Please don't." She whimpered as I got closer and closer
I didn't fall for her tricks, that manipulative wench! I lifted up her dress and laughed at her. Now my need for revenge was satisfied. She was grovelling at my feet, begging me to not harm her further. I looked down at my enemy, disappointed in myself. What a shallow victory this was! I don't know what possessed me to say this but I said, "I should've felt satisfied. What is wrong with me?"
I was shocked, appalled but amused at the same time. Timothy was confessing like he was telling a story. But he was being genuine. I can tell from his voice that he wishes he held back from getting too carried away in his emotions.
"T-That's a lot to take in and that's me being reasonable." Fallon replied
"And the way you told it to us is like a story." Sky spoke
"Thanks for being honest. Now, we can move onto the next phase. I'll have a look for more news."
"Wait. Didn't Y send you that threatening email? You'd better check that first. Optimal P."
I remembered. It was a video of Timothy.
There were strange markings appearing on the camera footage and Timothy suddenly appeared, standing up but the floor wasn't visible. It took all the power that I had inside me not to laugh out loud after what I saw. He was humming a strange tune with Blondie and they were both doing the same strange dance. He was slowly wriggling his arms and shaking his hips from side to side.
"What the hell were you doing? What were you seeing? Was that your optimal pleasure?"
"Sort of. It involved the dancing sunflowers."
"The what?" I asked
"That's the sunflower dance. It's the joy that they feel after they are embraced by the loving warmth of the sun!"
'Pretty sunflower. Oh pretty sunny sunflower, oh so bright and happy!' Blondie spoke inside the tape, holding his hands
'When nobody's watchin', chatter away like a singsong. Oh so bright and happy. Laugh awayyy.' Timothy sang sleepily but even so, he didn't sound bad at all
"Wow you actually have a decent voice." Fallon complimented him
"Thanks." Timothy smiled putting his hand against his neck for a brief moment
The conversation that followed was much longer than that but for the sake of wrapping up this story, I will make this brief.
The victim's time patches expired and they immediately put forward their allegations.
This news was all that people were talking about these days. The biggest debate was the fact that the torture inflicted by Timothy and Z were on 'dream bodies' rather than physical ones because the victims were left with no marks on their physical bodies. This case was updated from an abduction to a psychological torture case. Why was it classed as psychological torture? Because it was concluded that, although they physically tortured and humiliated their victims virtually, one must realise that the true crime (in terms of reality) was psychological not physical. In reality, this would be a life sentence depending on the severity but this was carried out in the unregulated virtual realm of X where people commonly become violent towards each other and therefore what they did wouldn't have been considered a crime if it wasn't for that idiotic decision to use a time patch to prolong their victim's suffering.
Skipping forwards, Timothy was facing court. I can't believe that he wanted to attend with his regular black hoodie. We had to let him know that his image was also important and how he presented himself. Long story short, all of us went there with him. The entire thing was just so dull and boring. I kept zoning out and I could've sworn I was hearing the people there say 'blah blah blah.' It was like they weren't even using real words. So no, unfortunately I wasn't blessed with the ability to recall such detailed conversations but I made sure to present it the way that I received it. Detail is my weak point so what my mind does instead is to absorb the overall thing. I prefer to call this an 'impression.' Now you will be spared from all the long excruciating detail and get right to all the best bits!
So what was taken into consideration for Timothy?
During the time that he committed his crimes, evidence was put forward which showed that: 1 - He was under severe stress, coerced and was pushed into doing what he did. He had moments of regret, pulling back, he was taken advantage of whilst his state of mind was unstable. 2 - Significant evidence from Z's recordings proved the existence of the portal and clearly showed Timothy going inside and outside where his height and even his hair colour changed from brunette to black, 3 - There was multiple footage of the toddler 'Blondie' freely activating the portal and going in and out as she wished which proved that she was linked to the portal somehow, 4 - The existence of Other-Timothy wasn't ruled out completely but no surprise it was still met with a lot of scepticism even with the solid proof of the portal.
The evidence of the portal was brought into the mainstream and it would later be studied and reactivated but there was a problem. You see, Z was the only one who was most familiar with the portal and without him, everyone else had no clue. I honestly don't know what happened to Z. It's as if he disappeared from the face of this world!
This might sound strange to you all but I predict that Blondie is actually Fallon from another reality. Other-Fallon just like how there's Other-Timothy. I don't know why or how but it's just a feeling I guess. I'll do more research in the future.
So what was the final decision for Timothy?
After a very long procedure in court, Timothy's verdict was finally given by the Jury.
He was obviously guilty but it is amazing how much they dramatically reduced his sentence. He only got saddled with a 2 year probation and is going to be regularly psyched. Is he lucky or what?! Torturing anyone gets you life on average but all of the above and more was taken into consideration and you know what? It was X! The beautiful virtual realm of X accessed via a drug saved his ass! Inflict injury and pain to a physical body and you're doomed! Inflict injury and pain to a dream body (a virtual body) and the only harm you end up doing is comparable to the harm that is obtained from nightmares. Someone can be tortured or raped in their nightmares and the damage is drastically reduced from how it would be in reality. Just give it a week or more and that nightmare is barely even a bother.
Fallon was beyond relieved that he wasn't going to end up in prison or worse and honestly, such a happy ending for Timothy could be described as nothing short of a miracle.
This tale ends here but who knows how their stories will go? I got to make a friend in X and his name is Timothy.
Will I go back to X soon?
No.
Why? Because I sense danger from that decision.
I won't be taking this crazy drug anytime soon.
THE END...
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