The Skibidi Invasion

Chapter 15: The Beginning of the End

Now that my brother is dead, I have lost all hope for peace. I lost the most important person in my life, one of my best friends is infected, and I have officially lost my mind. That's it. No more Mr. nice guy. I've had it!

"Darrius? Are you okay? You're mumbling to yourself." I turned around to see Dasher looking at me. In the midst of my inner monologuing, I nearly forgot that I'm back at the base. "Honestly, Dasher, I'm not. For all the shit that's been happening, I'd be lying if I said everything was alright. You and I know damn well that everything's not alright!" I raised my voice. Dasher raised up his hands nervously.

He never seen me like this before, I don't think anyone has, to be frank. "I'm only asking because it makes me nervous seeing you like this. You know I don't like it when you're angry or sad." Dasher whirred with empathy. I looked down to the ground, feeling devastated. If it weren't for Big Dave, I wouldn't have made it out alive.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "For a chill dude like you, I'd say that it is pretty surprising that someone like you is feeling this.. How do I describe you without being disrespectful? I dunno, hysterical?" Dasher inquired. I felt burning anger rush through my wires once again. I turned around and brushed my friend's hand off my shoulder aggressively.

"If someone killed your sibling right in front of you, would you feel calm about it?! No! I bet you wouldn't! My brother was the only guy holding me together! Without him, what do I got to live for? Huh? Tell me, Dasher! Who else would keep me from going insane?! WHO!?" I screamed at Dasher. He backed up nervously.

He kept silent, feeling hurt from my harsh words. Suddenly, I realized how cruel my attitude was. Dasher was with me since the beginning, too. Being around him made me feel a certain way, but now I lost him as well because I can't get a hold of my emotions.

"D-Dasher, I-uh. I'm-" I was trying to apologize, but I don't think Dasher wants to hear it. "Save it, Darrius. You said enough." He walked away with his head down. Now I feel really bad, he was the only one left who cared about me. And now I made him feel bad about himself. I sat there wondering what type of man I'm turning into.

You know what, this isn't the time to get all mushy right now. It's time to toughen up and do exactly what I'm created to do. It's time to fight... I thought to myself as I sat up straight. "Darrius, your armor is ready!" One of the scientists called out to me. I got up to receive my armor. Finally, I can go back out there and save Liana! It's time to be a hero...

~Liana's POV~

We finally made it back to the skibidi toilets' base, but I was full of dread and guilt. Donovan tried to make me kill Darrius, but I killed his brother instead and that's even worse. If I could cry right now, I would. Would Darrius forgive me after this? Probably not because Big Dave was more important than what I'll ever be. What have I done? I thought to myself.

"You did what anyone would've done. You got rid of the big obstacle that twerp calls a brother. That should put an end to that weakling's attempt to 'save' you." The parasite responded to my thoughts. I didn't know it could read its victim's mind. That's totally not creepy at all...

That's a horrible thing to say. Darrius is NOT a weakling! Just because he doesn't show violence often doesn't mean he's defenseless. I've seen him fight before. Darrius saved me when he and his species were first introduced. True strength comes from the heart, not from the fists. Suck on that, you dumbass bug! I mentally argued.

"God, you sound so pathetic talking about all this heroic bullshit. Idiots such as yourself think they're so mighty. They think they're doing the whole world a favor by spreading their so called 'positivity' and 'love', but they only save the most insignificant souls and ignore the ones who have potential." The parasite argued back. What 'potential ones' is it talking about?