The Chronicles Of The Finalists

Childish War

Tanqr hasn't left the room that Kreek's been put in. He just wants to make sure he actually wakes up. After all, he's still not sure. Despite the others' encouragement, he's still not sure.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Kreek stirs on his bed and mumbles out something.

"Ugh..where..am I?"
Tanqr exhales a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank you, you woke up. I thought you were dead." Tanqr rambles out.
"Hi, Tanqr. Answer my question." Kreek groans, opening his eyes. He accidentally punches his glasses, which he then takes off to rub his eyes.
"Hah, even after you've just woken up you're overly curious about everything. You're in our room." Tanqr teases.
"Oh." Kreek takes a moment to look around and adjust. "How did the raid on the Magius go?"
"Totally fine, until you nearly died!" Tanqr shouts, surprised he's so nonchalant. "Dude! Seriously!"
"I'm messing with ya, man, I'm messing with ya. What, did you think I was gonna die just like that? It's not my time yet! The reins of the Grim Reaper won't grab me until I'm ready." Kreek muses, sounding like an overdramatic villain.

"Right." Tanqr just...nods, cringing slightly and backing away. "But still, do you need me to give you an explanation on what occurred or not?"

"Tell me what happened from your perspective." Kreek leans back on his bed.

"Well, you passed out, we couldn't wake you up. Your soul gem had gone completely dark, and you had all this black smoke coming off of you. Soon enough you even had ink dripping out of your head and back as well. You know, your doppel's ink. But we got found by Megan and Sanna, Sanna managed to fix your soul gem somehow and we got told about Doppel Syndrome."

"Doppel...syndrome?" Kreek asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. That's what Megan called it anyways. Basically if you overuse your doppel, you fuse with it. It takes control of you."

"Ohh." Kreek hits a realisation. "That's why I was fighting it internally, then! Because it wanted to control me!"

"I'm so sorry, you were what?!" Tanqr's eyes widen in shock. "You had to fight it?!"

"Yep. Real butt of a fight, let me tell you." Kreek sighs, but he's laughing. "Hated it. Completely destroyed me."

"..And you still kept fighting, because you're KreekCraft, and-"

"And KreekCraft never dies! - " Kreek tries to finish off Tanqr's sentence, but is stopped.

" - You're overly persistent to the point where it's unhealthy."

" - Oh."

"I'm not going along with your little charade, Kreek." Tanqr chuckles, pushing his hair out of his face. Kreek does the same, blowing away the hair that's falling in front of his eye.

"You are such an emo, Kreek. You've got the classic hairstyle for it." Tanqr teases.

"Oh, says you. I'm not the one wearing black all the time, now am I?"

"Now, that's a technical detail-"

The two start chuckling, friendly. Then Kreek suddenly stops.

"Hey, what happened? I thought we hated each other? But here you are, making sure I'm okay? And joking with me?" He asks, confused.

"Hey, yeah." Tanqr thinks back a bit. "I..I'll admit, I was worried for you."

"And that's not normal for either of us. We don't worry about each other, we've been bitter enemies from the start, haven't we? We're just..begrudging allies."

"Yeah...where did this all start, anyways?"

"Hm? Oh, when I tried to call you out."

"Riiight."