Pretending

12: Phase Two

It's been a few hours since I did that. I've still been sitting on this log, crying. I didn't care if anyone heard or found me. I just had to let it out. By now, I've killed probably 4 objects, all because Taco said I had to. What have I become? I just want to go back to the hotel and forget this ever happened. Hell, I would rather go back to pretending I was a jock, just so I didn't have to keep doing this. But I couldn't. It was never that easy. If they find out, I'll end up worse than Taco. At best, I would have to go through an entire season of redemption like Balloon, with everyone hating me. He already had it bad enough. If that very unlikely scenario does happen, I'll have it worse than he could ever imagine. No one would want to be in a mile's radius of me. Not like they already did though...

As I kept mentally killing myself and bawling my eyes out, I could hear the crunching of leaves behind me. I quickly turned around to see Taco...

With a knife in her hand.

Faster than light, She plunged it directly into my right eye. I felt and heard blood go everywhere, as my screams did too. Just as quickly, she pulled the knife out and sent it through my other eye. In an instant, everything went black. I felt myself float up, leaving my body behind. I left my metal body behind as I ascended to a bright light, becoming bigger by the second. I reached out to touch the source, and I went unconscious.

"Well well well, look who decided to show up!"

I jolted awake, surprised that I would ever hear that voice again. My ghostly body still remained as my own, my eyes shut tight. I slowly opened them, and saw him.

"...OJ?"

"Woah! Heh heh, told you that you can't trust that traitor. Looks like she did quite a number on those eyes of yours."

I looked in the surprisingly good reflection of myself in OJ's spiritual glass, to see my eyes completely gone, bleeding blood like tears. I jumped back in surprise, bumping into someone else. I could recognize that gassy smell from anywhere.

"Oh...looks like we won't come back after all..." Fan said in a quiet, somber tone.

"I...Fan...I'm sorry...I..."

"GRAAAAAHH!"

I turned towards the direction the scream came from in this weird, dark void, and saw Marshmallow's flaming ghost charge towards me, arms outstretched. I held my hands in front of me to brace for the impact as she drew nearer. Just as she was about to ram me, I shut my no longer existent eyes and hoped for the best. I felt a cold chill go through me and Marsh went straight through me and Fan.

"M...Marshmallow?"

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!"

"Marsh...please...calm down..."

"HOW CAN I?! THAT NUMBSKULL KILLED ALL OF US!"

"Easy now Marsh, we can get our revenge later. For now, we can still mentally abuse him."

Damn, OJ was worse than I thought.

"Please...can we not?"

Didn't think Fan would take my side either.

"Since we're probably gonna be here forever, can we at least tolerate each other?"

"NO! HOE CSN YOU EXPECT US TO HET ALONG WITH THE GUY THAT KILLED US?!"

I'm really tired of Marshmallow's yelling.

Marsh, OJ and Fan(kinda) kept arguing as I tried to hide myself from them. There wasn't anywhere to go, though. The only escape from this place is revival, as far as anyone knows. It felt like they were bickering for hours on end, never even stopping to take a breath. Guess that makes sense, since ghosts don't need to breathe. It also felt impossible to keep track of time here, as if that didn't even exist in this place. I wanted to cry so much, just let them hurt me while I bawled. But, you can't cry without eyes. The only thing I could do was sit there and let blood run down my face and hope they stopped.

As they kept going, I felt myself being pulled down into the inky floor of this endless abyss. Fan was the only one who noticed, as Marsh and OJ were still arguing. As I was about to fully recede into the darkness, Fan looked at me. A look that could only say "Good luck." Then everything was complete black. Then a blinding light shown in my eyes. Then, a voice.

"Welcome back, assistant."