Mark was running out of time.
I could feel every scrape, cut, and wound that he had received. I could feel the fatigue starting to set in.
I didn't know where to look for William's figure. The séance room had nothing, the wine cellar empty, the bedroom abandoned. Even the landing where he shot the District Attorney was pointless. I leaned against the banister to try and think.
The wood started to crack. Before I had time to react, the banister splintered and broke, sending me careening down. A familiar sight, but one that felt far too real this time.
I hit the ground hard, all the air leaving my lungs. I struggled to breath for a long moment before lifting my arms above my head and taking a deep breath.The scene above me wavered. A familiar memory of a scene that touched a tad too close to home.
I sat up and looked around.
There, on the bench where he had sat, for ten hours vigil, was the doll of Wilford Warfstache. I hesitated, then crawled over and reached out. My hand grabbed his hair first, and I pulled. Unlike everything else, nothing came away. Instead, a small hat appeared on the doll.
The Colonel's hat.
A panicked scream echoed in my ears, doubling me over. An image of a confused and angry Warfstache entered my mind. I felt like my back was to a wall. I grabbed the doll again, unable to see it. I pulled, and Warfstache's suspenders snapped him back a few paces.
"N-No!"
Warfstache's panicked plea made my spine crawl. I started to reach out.
We deserve closure. Surely you understand that.
I choked back a sob. Word games, that's all they were. I pulled.
Warfstache crumpled back, quivering. "D-Damien, I-- I--"
Let him have this.
I hesitated, all of my willpower sinking away into my memories. I felt something rumble in my ear, words that I didn't want to understand. Warfstache stood up. The tears in his eyes flickered in anger.
"Ani!"
Mark's shout snapped me out of my own misery. Warfstache charged, his blade ready. I reached forward and pulled.
Warfstache's pained scream torn my heart apart, and it was the last thing I heard before falling to darkness.
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Four Against One; Two Fight Three
FanfictionThe Entity has always been an unimaginable force, and it found a way to pull people into its realm. When two let's players are forced into its games, they can only hope they can rely on each other to open the exit gates and get home.
