Sweet Dreams

"I'll give you hell."

‼️ WARNING. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE GORE OR MENTIONING OF TORTURE, DO NOT READ!

Weeks, months, maybe even a couple of years have passed since that incident, or was it yesterday? He couldn't remember.
A strange person, or I might say, a worker had came in with literal armour on himself so Black couldn't attack. They had placed the tray of food on his table before literally running out.

-"Am I that scary." Black said to himself. He got up and looked around as he saw that the coast was clear. "Finally." He started undoing his straitjacket with his teeth as he took it off he grabbed the food tray and went to throw it into the garbage but he realised that he was hungry, really hungry. He hesitated at first to eat it but he did so. After he was done, he felt ashamed eating all of that food. "Fat pig." He said to himself and sighed. He couldn't help but have awful comments about his body. He had a belly since he was quite the chubby one, he looked into the mirror he had, analyzing his body and from his perspective his "deformed" appearance. Black then sat down onto the ground grabbing onto his legs.
Blacks eyes started flickering from his pitch black eyes to his normal eyes. He grabbed onto his head as he fell onto the floor on his stomach, limp.

"No.. No no.. I killed.. I killed my family?- No.. I didn't!- I wouldn't do such atrocity.. Wh.. Why can't I control myself?.. Why can't I have full control over my own body. What's even happening with me? Am I.. Am I the monster? The evil villain?.. No.. No!-.. NO!!!! I DIDN'T KILL THEM!!!"

"You surely did just that. I am in control now."

"W-WHO ARE YOU?!"

"You're nothing but a murderer. A burden to this whole ordeal. It's all of your fault. You did this to yourself. You've fallen into my grasp and quite easily let me take over you. Now.." Black got up as he looked at his own hands. "You see? I am in control now. And you can't do anything about it."

"Wh-.. Why are you doing this.. My body-"

"Is disgusting. Right? Haven't you heard of hitting the gym? Now. Why don't you accept your fate that you'll now be long and forgotten, left to rot here. NO ONE. Likes you anymore. NO ONE. Cares about you. You're just a filthy criminal. IT'S ALL OF YOUR FAULT REZNOV!!!"

"NO!!.. I WOULDN'T DARE TO HURT MY FAMILY!!"

Black then started punching the mirror over and over again. Mirror shards stabbing into his knuckles as blood started gushing out everywhere.

"STOP!!" Ussr exclaimed. "THIS HURTS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Suck it up. Like I said, I am in control over your fucking body. You're either gonna accept your fate or I'm gonna make you."

"I-.. Is it because of that liquor that I had drank?.. That.. Purple-"

"Yes!.. Yes!.. Finally you've connected the dots. Guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were.  Owh. Look at you. Poor thing crying."
Black then grabbed a piece of the mirror. Holding it up as he looked at himself into it. Left eye was black while the right one was his normal eye. Tears started flowing out of it but the left one only black tears started coming out. "You can't even see yourself cry.." then, the other eye started having the fate as the black one.

"NO!!!! PLEASE!!! GET OUT OF ME!!.. THIS ISN'T ME!!!"

"Face it. You're the weak and disgusting man that you always were. You're awful. Plain awful.. You can't even accept your own faith." He handed his hand towards USSR. "If you do not want to accept what you've become, then I'll guide you."

"I-.." USSR was crying but he had no choice. He was balling all of his own emotions out as he grabbed onto the entities hand becoming one. Now, USSR finally had control over his body but, he changed.