Unlikely

Chapter Fifteen

Me and Felix looked out the door. "You're going to need to run like hell." He said to me. The moron instructed me to run. It's almost laughably pathetic.
"Remember, I'm your superior in every way. You do as I say, not as you see fit. When we meet Willford, be...what do people call it these days...charming. Alluring, suave. Just don't be yourself." I said.
"Why? Is he more aggressive than Anti or something?" Felix asked. I pretended to ponder for an answer.
"Anti is a persona. I am a demon that stayed in Mark's body. Willford is an extraordinary marksman from the Iraqi war. He knows how to operate every weapon on Earth. Anti and Willford are an equal match when it comes to weapons. But fists..." I trailed off with a humorless chuckle. "Even you, a scrawny teenager, could take him. You just have to have some brains."
     "Wow, sounds so encouraging, Dark. You should really think about being a motivational speaker with those words!" Felix responded sarcastically. I heaved a sigh and continued on, Felix having to jog to catch up due to his pitifully short legs. "Where the fuck are we going? We're in the middle of a forest!"
     "Sh! Don't let him hear you. In fact, wait out here. I'll talk. If he wants to see you, just smile and wave."

     How can everybody just say these things! I know Logan was bad, but he doesn't deserve this! Nobody does. All they do is laugh like they do. Nobody cares that he died. I can't bring myself to stop tuning them out. Hell, I'm such a pussy that I can't even defend him.
     It was supposed to go so smoothly; they go and explore, we find them, and I kill them. Why did Tyler have to show up? Is it technically his fault that my brother is gone, that I can't ruffle his hair and he can't tease me, that we can't exchange gossip we heard that day? Maybe. He may not have been perfect(even I can admit that), but he was my flesh and blood. I can't just not let his death go unavenged, however, can I? No. Don't hurt anybody else. Why did you want to hurt innocent people? It's your fault. You are a murderer. Just let fucking Anti finish you off.
     I slowly made my way to the door. "You know Anti's gonna kill you, right?" Tyler asked as I pondered life for a few seconds.
     "That's kinda the point, isn't it?" I mumbled, answering Tyler's question with my own.
     He looked at me and realized that I was still pretty indecisive about death, so he left me to my own devices.
     You know, I kinda like grief. Not the feeling of grieving a dead person, obviously, but that it makes you go over memories you stored at the back of your mind. It also made me think about what Felix accused Logan of. Did he really?
     He did.
    
     "Hello, Willford. Glad to see you're awake." I greeted as I saw him cleaning a gun. "Anti got out. We need your help." I said bluntly.
     He sighed. "Alright. Let me clean my guns. But beware: Slendy still inhabits these woods. He thinks he can kill moi. Well, he's wrong."
     Shit. Felix!

     I watched birds go by in my misery, them chirping a hauntingly beautiful tune, seemingly in memoriam for my brother and Mark. Okay, maybe Logan deserved to die. He did molest Felix for years, after all. But Mark? No, of course not. He was very kind, donating so much and receiving so little back.
     I walked over to where Felix's decapitated mother lay. Something told me that she would be very attractive if she wasn't dead with blood all over her.
     As I walked over, I shouted, "let 'em rain!" And Anti looked down in puzzlement. He delivered, however, and as I felt-

     We ran almost blindly through the forest, tripping over everything that dared stand in our way.
     Felix was right where I left him.
     "You have gotta fucking be kidding me!"

     Tyler pulled me back. "What, it's my job." He said when I looked at him funny.

     Welp, we're gonna be here for a while.

God damn that took forever. Sorry guys. Should I make an origin story for Ethan? I mean, I've been thinking about it for a while now. Comment what you think! Stay safe!
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