Will Wood I Guess

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Triggers

Self harm

Prosopagnosia

pareidolia

Capgras delusion

I know this is mostly based off mostly Mr Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tupulmancers Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (as a Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)

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Will was in the midst of recording an episode with Chris as they often did on Wednesdays. Will started the episode very calm and ready to answer questions about the apocalypse.

Chris asked Will to do a character. He was used to doing characters. He'd often do characters like Beans McSprout and Salt n Pepper. He began doing one of his infamous characters when he got this uncomfortable gut feeling. Like something was off.

Will's eyes wondered around his room that they were recording in. It was his living room, the room had popcorn ceilings. He began to stare at the awfully textured ceiling. Faces began to form. They were talking. Not loudly or with any sound at all but words were still being spoken.

Will forced his eyes back to move to the mic In front of his as he continued to ramble about the character.

As he talked he looked at Chris. He looked so different. Like nothing like Will was used too. Chris wasn't Chris. Or that's at least what Will was thinking. He was then filled with fear and terror as he spoke.

"Hey man, you okay, you look scared," Chris spoke with fear.

"Y-yeah no I'm fine. Just g-getting into character," Will said with fear lacing his words.

Chris nodded just wanting to continue.

Will watched Chris like a hawk, fearing that if he didn't, Chris would strike and stab him right there while recording.

His hands were getting sweaty and his voice was becoming unstable as he talked.

That isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris. That isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris. That isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris. That isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris. That isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris that isn't Chris

Will's mind kept repeating without end. His hands were gripping his jeans as he tried no to show his fear.

"I feel sick, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Will blurted out as he almost sprinted to the bathroom.

Will walked in and closed the door, locking it. He was so filled with fear that this Chris clone would break down the door and barge in.

Will stared at his reflection within the mirror. He looked off. That wasn't him. He didn't look like that. Maybe he was insane. Maybe he's just being silly.

He stared. The person in the mirror was talking. Will's mouth wasn't moving but his reflection was. He stumbled back into a wall and sunk down it looking at the floor. The bathroom rug he had bought had paisleys on it since he thought they were pretty and match the tiles on the shower walls. The paisleys began to move in front of Will's eyes. He hadn't had any psychedelics recently, why was this happening?

When you have no idea why something is happening, its scary. 

Will closed his eyes, his mind racing. All he could hear was his heart beat loudly. It sounded like a drum in his head that wouldn't stop no matter what he did. The drum slowed but then there was a voice the crept into his head. You need die. Dying will stop this. If you don't do it, Chris will. The voice didn't sound like it was coming from his head. It sounded like it was coming from the mirror. 

Will stood up and looked at his reflection. The unrecognisable man that was staring back at him was talking. It was seemingly gibberish but somehow Will understood what was being said. 

Will began to feel as though he was fading away. He had lose control of his body. Nothing he could was going to stop what was going to happen. All he could do was watch.

Will watched as his body went rummaging through his bathroom cupboard. Will knew what his body was looking for. He didn't want this to happen. He found it. His old razor blade. Will was wearing a think t-shirt. He dragged the bald along his arms. There was blood everywhere. The poor paisley bath mat was being covered in blood. 

He didn't stop. It felt weirdly good and all he could do was watch as the blood poured down his arms and onto the floor. 

Will came back to his body when all the fumes came rushing to his head. He felt sick and dizzy. He looked at the damage, then back at the mirror, all Will saw was himself. He was covered in blood and his face was teared stained. 

Will heard a knock at the door. It was Chris. He feared what would happen if he opened the door. 

"Hey, you okay in there, you've been in there a while. Just checking if you're okay," Chris spoke with worry. 

Will panicked and went rummaging through his draws again, this time for bandages. He found some but his arms still were pouring with blood. Fuck he cut deep. The bandages were being immediately bled through. Chris was still knocking and worried. 

Will just gave up and quietly unlocked the door and slumped on the floor as he hid his face with his hands. He was so ashamed. Chris was going to think he's insane. He cried softly why covering himself and his clothes in blood. He felt so guilty for Chris. 

Chris tried the door knob again and, to his surprise, it was unlocked. He opened the door and was horrified by the sight in front of him. Will was basically in the fetal position covered in his own blood with a discarded razor blade near by. 

Chris quickly crouched down and spoke to Will. He needed to get him to calm down. 

"Will, buddy, can I please have your arms for a sec," Chris spoke softly. 

Will gave him his arm as Chris disinfected Will's arms with some wipes he found in Will's medicine cabinet. He then wrapped Will's arms with clean bandages.

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sorry for being away but here, take this.