Chagall's Daydream *EDITING

Counterfeit...?

Gently stroking Master's thick, tangled black hair, I glanced up at Evan, who was sitting opposite of me at Master's bedside, and shot him a pathetically sympathetic look. The poor thing was just as on-edge as I was over this whole ordeal. Well, to be honest, we all were. Everyone cares for Master's safety, -myself over my own, as a ghost should - and we absolutely hated to see him so... 

So vulnerable and helpless, like right now.

I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have him, if I somehow lost my Master today.

Master's such a brave, strong young man, if I do say so myself. I've found myself falling, what's the phrase? 'Head over feet in love', I believe...

Wait, no! I meant 'head over heels in love'! I've had a hard time relearning English sayings and such...

Anyways, on top of this, he's a been little overly kind to me, quite unusual for an owner of his status, and it reflects in the backstory that he's chosen for me to posses. He's held me in such a high regard since he's come to own me, in a way that's usually only reserved for the living.

 He's said that once upon a time, I was a prized doctor in his head laboratory in Silicon Valley. That I was the technician responsible to embody the spirits themselves. 

It's really quite flattering that he would choose a backstory that magnificent for me. Masters, after purchase, generally create a story for their ghosts to suit their various, ahem, fantasies and desires. Though I've never heard of one this intricate, it's nice to believe that at one point I was actually somebody special. That my life was meant for more than just to please my Master.

It's a lovely thing that he's done for me, but unfortunately, I'm not exactly as convinced of this as he is.

...

I wonder,

My head leaned down to nuzzle submissively into Master's broad chest, much to the displeasure of the man across from me. Oh, Evan! He's an odd one when it comes to my duties to Master.

What if he wasn't lying?

I laid motionless for quite some time, drawing in Master's deliciously masculine, musky scent. Just... thinking.

Such a thought has crossed my mind before. What if I had been smart, clever, even free-thinking enough to work under Master's leadership? What if I had made the award-winning technological advances in his now-monopolized industry that he claims that I had? What if...

What if I really did die the way he said I did?

No...

I let out a soft whimper at the realization of what I had been doing. What's wrong with me?! It's selfish of me to be thinking of myself, when Master was in need of attention himself. God, I'm such a horrible pet!

He is my Master, and I must submit myself to him. He saved me from an eternity of nothingness, so the least I could do was do my absolute best to please him, no matter what that entails. Unfortunately, some Masters take that all too seriously. I should really just be grateful to have such a kind Master as my own.

And yet, I have failed him. Here he lays, beaten up and broken, and all I could do was think of myself. 

I nuzzled my head further into the crook between Master's bicep and chest, drowning my thoughts out in the soft, slow thrumming of his heart. A large, strong hand tangled itself in my curls and stroked my hair softly, most likely to humour me and my subordinate nature. I glanced up sheepishly to meet Evan's pitiful gaze, and turned my head away shamefully. It's as if he knew my thoughts; it's like he knew of my feelings towards my Master, and somehow in this moment, that I could only think of myself for once.

I pushed my head gratefully into his palm, relishing in the comfort that it brought. He's so kind to me, Evan, I mean. There's no reason for him to be, but he is anyways. It makes me wonder, sometimes. Is he just trying to gain Master's favour more than he already has? Heh, maybe he's just trying to get in my pants.

Or Master's, who knows?

He seems very... I don't know...

You know that feeling when you just know that someone isn't all that they show themselves to be, if that makes any sense? God, I'm too damn stupid to even get my point across properly! But hopefully you know what I mean. Evan's tries to act like Master's friend, and Master seems to "be buying it", as some would say. I'm not, though. Evan...

He wants something more. I'm not sure if it's sinister or not, but he's not satisfied with where he stands with "Alix". I can just feel it.

Wait... I think that I may remember...

He's... counterfeit?

No...

...

Wait!

He's fake! Yes, that's what you call it! I really like him, but this friendly persona just isn't sitting well with me. For the love of God, please don't let Master get hurt! He may not have evil intentions, but I just can't be sure...