Dimension of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter - 12 - The Revelation Of The Hour

The watch is glistening in the dim light of the room, like a video game collectible waiting to be earned.

The evidence doesn't add up, it doesn't make sense, but, in a weird way, it also does make extraordinary sense.

I rotate to 4663 who was already looking at me, puzzled. "Hey, can you get that book out?" I question anxiously.

"Why? What do you need it for?" She asks out of curiosity.

"Stuff." I sputter out.

"Like what?" She questions furthermore.

"Uh, stuff that helps me be less of a dumb*ss?"

"Oh whatever." She sighs, as she brings her Popit out. The book appears in the air, and I spread my arms out to catch it. It drops into my grasp, and I frantically rip it open and head straight to the Index.

As I reach the first Index page, near the end of the book, I scan through the D category. I see nothing. I flip the page to the P category, only to see exactly what I was looking for; 'President.' I follow the page numbers until I reach the page number indicated in the Index, and find myself back on the 'Positions of Power' heading.

I look at the picture in the corner, to see that same watch and that same shirt. I look back up to the man, to see that same watch and that same shirt. I tilt my head back and forth at least 7 times to make sure I'm not hallucinating. Just to make sure, I look down at my hands.

All 4 fingers on each side. 

Crazy Bart lifts his head up again and looks toward the crowd behind us. I lift the book up, line up the picture next to his head, and feel my eyes widen. I'm not hallucinating.

All of a sudden, his head drops back down as his hair swoops into his face again.

I slowly lift myself up off the floor, as 4663 looks in confusion once more. I steadily approach the elusive figure.  I feel my heart beating straight out of my chest. I hear 4663 raise up behind me as she also draws closer.

"What are you doing?!!?" She whispers in my ear.

"You'll see." I murmur quietly.

As we approach, we yet again hear his ramblings in full.

"THEM!!!! ME!!!! THEM!!!! STAY AWAAAAY!!!!"  He screams.

I will admit, I am now terrified of this guy. Though in the off-chance I'm correct in my theory, it'll be just like old times.

As we take the last few steps, we are now as close as we have ever been, and practically right ontop of him. I now prepare myself for whatever he might throw at us.

Sure enough, he whips his head up as he glares into my soul with the intent to swallow it whole. 4663 yelps from it, but I stay looking directly into his eyes trying desperately not to chicken out. His eyes are stretched open, and his cheeks are currently resting from whatever expression he just had.

Though, his crazed appearance matches everything I remember. Hidden under years of torment, I can still tell who he is.

A few seconds of this confrontation go by, as Bart discovers that his tactic isn't working on me. His shivering continues on for this whole time, and Bart's eyes now become worried that he might be in danger.

"I'm not scared of you." I say sternly.

I pause.

"Donald."

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His shivering immediately stops.

His eyes widen in shock. An audible gasp escapes his mouth.