Dimension of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter - 13 - A Husk of Him

Then, a click from the knob startles me. I whip back behind me, and quickly and briskly trudge back toward the source of the noise.

4663 halfway up all the hall, calls to me, as she realises I'm not moving.

"Hector! COME ON!" She suddenly sprints back toward me, and when she reaches me she yanks my arm to pull me away from the distraction. Frustrated, I retaliate by pushing her away. We both shove each other backwards and forwards, desperately trying to pull each other directions we don't want to go. I take my eye off the door and start shouting at 4663 to stop, but she doesn't listen.

"COME ON! He's already gone!" She pleads.

"I heard a click!" I plead.

We and 4663 both frantically grumble insults at each other until...

The door opens.

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The door knocks against the wall, and Don appears at the centre of the frame, holding a makeshift gun.

"HEY!" We both yell in pseudo-unison, as we leap behind where he won't be able to see us. The weapon doesn't fire, and instead leaves us anticipating a crazed shooting. I slowly peak around the corner and see that Don is still standing there, like a grizzly bear waiting to be served at the buffet. 

Upon seeing my head pop out, his sharp gaze redirects on me as I duck away in fright. 

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM DUDE?!" I shriek. 

"YEAH HECTOR, I WONDER  WHAT HIS PROBLEM IS!" 4663 mocks from the other side of the door frame. I look to 4663 disaprovingly as she continues making fun of me. "OF COURSE SOME CR*CKHEAD ON THE FLOOR ISN'T DONALD F*CKING DOUBTWORTHY!"

"Oh come on!! You can't say he doesn't look like him!!" I point out, as 4663 looks back at Bart's face. I think Bart is still confused on what to do next, because he still hasn't done anything.

"Alright, yeah, they do look similar. But that doesn't mean sh*t!" 

Now even I'm starting to doubt myself. Maybe I have gone mad. "Come on, at least have faith! You like history don't you!?" I reply. 

"Hardly, partly because the only thing we'll get out of this dumbass is a summary of lies!" She yells.

"Come on, Don! You know who I am right?! We used to be friends!, Foursy!!"

She stares at me. "Uh, I mean 4663!" Her expression improves. "Ask him a really specific question, like... Something only he would know!!"

"WHY DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ANYWAY, YOU SCOUNDRELS!?!" Don exclaims, with a weird amount of understanding.

"Uh.....-Well, you might give us...... Information for our Job!!" I add on, to hopefully get 4663 on board with this. 4663 gives a 'what?' gesture aimed at me. "Yeah, we're not trying to hurt you, you saw our numbers, we just want to ask about what happened to you!!" I explain.

"Look, all I'm sayin' is if we were gonna kill you, we would have done it already." I attempt to stop myself at the last word, even though I've already made us look even worse. "I mean, from your greatness, and your excellence, we'd love to ask about how you braved the horrors of the world?" I cringe for the last few words, as even I don't believe that would convince him. Sure, I was trying to appeal to his selfishness, but even I can understand that wouldn't convince anyone.

Don looks at the ground, stops breathing so heavily, and rests his face. The gun lowers to his waist as he contemplates.

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