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À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠ Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 7, Set Aflame.
It was after he had woken up. He remembers what he taught him in times like these. He had taught him, when panic invades his mind, tearing him from within. Count down from five, and breathe.
Five things you See. Red. Red was all. Pink is what he was used to seeing, but after blinking away some of that dreadful red.
Breath.
He saw the black metal floor,
Blink,
A flashing blue and red light,
Blink,
A small figure in the distance, and something seemingly waving behind her. Her? Wha- No, his breathing sped up and he knew he had to focus, something he wasn’t exactly known for. That’s for sure.
Breath.
He saw wires scattered around him as if they had been torn apart in a fight.
Four things he can feel, What can he feel? Pain. His chest was set aflame as his life force flooded out of him. Drain his very existence. Speaking of it,
There was a wet feeling on his fingers and left the side of his chest. And as his body went cold,
Warmth came with the blood. Ah, that’s what the red meant.
Breath.
His head was stuffed with cotton, and all his thoughts were on him.
Breath.
Why?
Breath.
He felt guilt claw its way through what was left of his chest and up to his throat, leaving his lips as a sob. He almost heard his voice in his ears confronting his thoughts and chaos that was his soul. He had to focus.
Three things he could hear.
Approaching steps,
A terrible ringing,
Why?
His heartbeat.
Why?
Two things he could smell.
Nothing. the warmth of the earth slipped away to absolutely nothing, no, less than nothing.
Less than nothing is what his existence had become. He was worthless for not being able t…
His world became red,
WHY?
He was his fucking friend,m, he had done everything he could, it was not his fault for what happened! He did what he had too, It wasn’t his fault Host was a fucking unstable mess. It wasn’t his fault, iT WASNT HIS DAMN FAULT.
HOW. HOW COULD HE?!
His world flooded back in red as the fire in his chest changed to a different kind of destruction. Instead of it destroying him. It wanted to destroy the world around him. To tear it all apart and dance on the ashes and traitor who dared to say he didn’t have their best interest in mind. Wilford knows whats best.
How dare he?!
He felt his powers surged around him as reality was suddenly bending to him once more and ecstasy flooded through his veins. Finally. Finally. He was in control again. Finally. The world was his again. He took the strings of reality and bent everything around him to chaos. Not the pink chaos he was known for. But a strange monochrome that was familiar to another ego. He screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, in rage and agony and the disappearing guilt. And in the chaos and madness, he could almost hear Amy screams.