like waiting so long you deserve a good chapter. Hopefully I will give it.
(Earl's POV)
The pain... it was all I felt it burns into my very flesh those I knew I did not have any it, but that did not stop it from burning.
The stabs pierce into me as it slowly slid into me the cold sharp steel moved deeper and deeper into me slowly oh so slowly as it digs into my flesh. The blade reach and tap into my spine as it began to twist circles over my sensitive spinal cord. As the dagger digs right into the bone moving ever small thrust.
The darkness was all around me as I could only darkness and a tint of red as the dagger was removed and put back in but in a different spot.
Every minute felt like an hour, an hour felt like a day and a day like a year and the years felt like eternity. I could hear the screaming the thousands and thousands of screaming all around me. All of them felt like they were right in my ear yet they sounded like they were miles away.
I prepare myself for the next stab but it never came.
Weakly I move my head up and stare out at a figure who was right in front of me. He was upside down his clothes torn, as he was nailed into a pentagram like object. Even his ears were nailed in. Those that didn't seem to stop him from looking even slightly down... up in his case. Those I saw him look at me. He was me a mirror of me all the way down to the scar on his cheek.
I saw behind him were more of myself and to the sides of them were more of myself. I scan as I realize I was in a forest of myself. They were not clones either they were me actually me. The me who were looking at them was also looking at myself, I went on for eternity and yet with all of our numbers felt the same pain.
Then I saw it to the side of my vision. A dark figure of a man walk towards me. He stares at me with a wide grin. I could only see barley under his hood. His chin was blue with maybe 2 whiskers sticking out under his hooded cloak. He slowly pull out a dagger it was clean those I knew it was the one that been torturing me. I been stab so much every night that I have memorized the shape of the blade without ever seeing it.
"...N...no more" I croak out pleating.
The cloak figure slowly put his blue paw to my mouth letting out a slight shushing sound. He then began to put the blade to the side of my face and he began to slice. Not going deep but just slicing under my sick as he begin to move the dagger back and forth slicing into the skin as he began removing it.
The scary thing is... I couldn't feel the pain all I felt was the cold steel against my flesh as it is being remove from me face.
However the darkness began to turn grey as I look up.
"Until next time Mr. Booregard" The cloak figure grins and as the grey took over the figure just dissipates into the grey.
I sat up quickly holding my blanket close to my chest panting hard. The room was dark but my eyes adjusted as my hands quickly ran to my face feeling where my face he been slicing up but it felt like its normal rugged self.
"Bad dream?" I turn seeing my warthog buddy standing the door way of the strip club as a growl escapes my lips.
"Nothing but the same dream I have every night... lets go I want to be early for the funeral."
(Gumball's POV)
I finally made it home after my little walk down the street. Those it was hard for me to find any comfort in my own home as I stare at my door I felt that ice block from last night still there.
How brave I am until a gun is aimed at me. My gaze slowly cast down to the road as I let down a heavy sigh. "Oh well" the words escape my lips as the event has past and I was safe, those that was more than I could say about people I care about.
