Deceit stepped out of the shadows and bowed.
"The one and only. What an honour, the mighty Anxiety knows who I am. I'm so flattered."
"What do you want from me?" I snarled.
He started stalking towards me, a small, feral grin creeping across his face.
"Oh, I don't want anything, except your attention."
By now, he was right in front of me, and he jabbed his finger into my chest.
"I know how big of a fraud you are, Anxiety. Everybody seems to have forgotten how weak you are. Little Anxiety, too scared to do his job because he was worried it would 'hurt Thomas.' And suddenly you turn into a feared powerhouse? That makes perfect sense."
I stepped back, breathing heavily. Not out of anger, but out of fear. He might not have known it, but for once in his life, Deceit was telling the truth.
"Yo-you don't know what you're talking about Deceit. This is just your jealousy talking, cause you know that you'll never be as influential or powerful as you want to be."
I mentally kicked myself for the stutter, but tried to cover it up by using some of my power on Deceit, trying to make him freak out. Us Sides can use our abilities on each other, if needed. For example, I can trigger anyone's anxiety, as long as I'm stronger than them or use strategic words with it. Deceit paled for a second, but then he shook his head, smirking.
He narrowed his eyes, "Don't even try your little tricks on me. It won't work. Because you know what else people forget? While I can spin lies so intricate that it seems like truth-"
I snorted a bit. That's why he never got to the top ranking, nobody really feared somebody who could only lie. He glared at me.
"- I can also see right through any lies a person decides to spout. Anything that isn't true, I will know."
It was my turn to blanch. If that was true, and since it appeared he can tell the truth, then he would know... everything. How I was faking wanting rank, wanting to be feared, wanting to fit in here. He would also know how I longed to get out, to find a way to belong with the wanted ones.
"I-I wh- how do yo- n-no."
I was at a loss for words, and it was obvious I was at the disadvantage in this situation. He was full out grinning now, basking in my panic.
"Oh yes. I know all of it. And what's more? I know just how powerless you really are. You have nothing. No power, no control. No use. You. Are. Nothing."
He enunciated the last three words with finger jabs to my chest. I was frozen the entire time, eyes wide. I was caught in a panic attack, and if Deceit didn't shut up, it was going to get much worse
"And once I show everyone else that, you'll be at the bottom again. I'll take your place, and you'll take mine. Your rightful place as punching bag."
I opened my mouth, but no sentences formed. No cohesive words came out of my mouth, only sounds of distress. I didn't want to go back. Back to the hell I was forced to endure for years on end. I didn't know what I'd do if I had to be the punching bag again, picked on, fearful, weak.
Deceit stepped back, still smiling.
"It will be glorious. I'll be the one to expose you, I'll be the one to show them how weak you are. And in turn, how strong I truly am. You will be forgotten, alone. Nobody will remember you, only the Side that I got rid of. You will not matter to anyone."
I sank to the floor, head in my hands, eyes wide. My shoulders started shaking as silent tears slid down my face.
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Ok! That's that chapter. Next chapter might have a quick POV change, I dunno. I'll play with the idea. See you next chapter!
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FanfictionI lived most of my life in the Dark Kingdom, the corner of the mindscape where the unwanted ones go. Everybody hated everybody, and that's just how it was. But there were a select few that hated me the most. I never thought I would soon consider one...
