Ego One shots- Oct-Dec 2017

A good kind of madness

It wasn't often that the egos went out into the real world. Considering they looked just like Mark, they were always at risk of attracting unwanted attention. It wasn't too bad for the Host however. He seemed to be able to make himself completely unnoticed by the public eye, so when he came to Bim with the proposal to take a walk through a nearby park, he jumped at the chance.

Bim loved going out, he just loved being around nature in general. He had such a upbeat and energetic personality that if someone did come up to him, he could play it off that he was Mark perfectly. He hated doing it, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

Walking with the Host though, people didn't even give the two a second glance, even though the Host's bandages were constantly bleeding through. The just walked with his arm hooked around Bim's allowing him to guide the blind man, until they reached an empty bench where the two seated themselves, taking in the fresh air.

Bim leaned back, feeling relaxed finally. He had changed out of his suit before leaving and changed into just a t shirt and some jeans. He'd finally stopped worrying about what had happened earlier, he could still feel a sting in his side from the stitched the doc gave him, but he wasn't as panicked anymore.

The Host wondered what he should say if anything. He promised the doctor he would help ease his mind a little, but he wasn't always the best with dealing with people's feelings. That was the main reason he tried avoiding the rest of the world for the most part. He had his cane resting in his lap, rubbing his hands together, picking at his nails. A nervous tick Dr. Iplier had been trying to stop him from doing.

He ultimately decided to say nothing, and just hope that Bim would speak first. He could sense the tension, but did nothing, counting on it breaking Bim before himself.

"Host," Bim finally said, sounding nervous. "I know you're only out here with me because Dr. Iplier asked you to do this. You really don't have to worry about me. I'm fine now," Bim's voice was staggered and shaky. The Host could tell he was lying.

"Bim does not have to lie to the Host. He knows that Bim would rather be anywhere rather than back at the studio. He'd rather do anything as long as it meant avoiding Wilford," The Host concluded. Bim looked down slightly ashamed. He knew he couldn't lie to the Host. He was too clever.

"I guess you're right. Okay," He spoke, more uplifted now. "I won't lie, but you can't either. Deal?" The Host kept his head forward, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well, if it'll help Bim feel better, than the Host can play along."

Bim smiled and nodded. "Okay, so why did you take me here? You hate going outside your own floor," He asked.

The Host felt like he was getting into a game of 20 questions. But he did promise to play along. "Well Bim very much enjoys going out. So the Host thought it would be best to help him relax," Bim shrugged in agreement. "Okay, so why did you come to the Host when running from Wilford?" The Host knew he was probably poking a sleeping bear by bringing it up, but he tried asking anyways.

Bim tensed his shoulders a bit. "Well, I thought maybe he would calm down around you. You and Dark are really the only ones who can seem to reel him in when he gets that way. And I really didn't want to try getting help from Dark."

"Understandable. However you understand the things that Wilford Warstasche has seen correct? You understand what he's been through?" Bim's blood went cold. The Host was getting really serious now. All he could do was nod in response. "So you must understand that his mind is broken. Though this does not excuse his actions the least bit, but poking at it more the way I can do is dangerous and sometimes nearly impossible," The Host placed both hands on the end of his cane, leaning forward with it planted on the ground between his feet. "I can not always change his mind. Most time because I simply do not want to."

Bim felt something strange inside him. Though he was still shook up from the attack, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Wil. He always thought he was just a madman with a trigger finger, but he's heard the stories of who he used to be. He knows, they all do, but no one dares bring it up. He never thought about what it was that pushed Wilford to this madness.

Suddenly, after taking a deep breath, Bim stood up. "Trimmer?" the Host wondered aloud.

Bim was smiling ear to ear. I really love this park. It's so peaceful and fun! I wish I could come here all the time. I feel like a kid," Bim rubbed his chin and just looked around. He had a sudden urge to just run around and play in the grass. He looked back at the Hosty. "You made this so serious Hosty. Gotta live a little," With that he took off running, leaving the Host alone with his narrations.

The Host narrated everything Bim did. He stuttered as Bim started playing in the grass, then was completely laughing as he rolled down a hill. He started narrating correct foot placements when he started climbing a tree. Eventually, even the Host couldn't keep up, so he just sat back and smiled. "You're insane Trimmer," The Host muttered. "But a god kind of insane," The Host let his head fall back, and began listening to the sounds of nature, waiting for Bim to run out of energy, so the two could return back home.