Glitched Minds (Read the description)

Corl....?

Previously...

"Hmm, tell me more."~
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Alex's POV
Maybe you don't deserve to know after treating me like that DENIS.
"Well...what if we could simply take over the world by using our most valuable asset..." I start. Sketch watches me like a hawk, and by the look in his eye, it seems to me that he's trying to see if I'm really as into this as I say I am...that I'm not a traitor. I really did make a plan, and trust me, it will work!
Denis waits impatiently for me to continue.
"Our merch!" I say. Denis smirks evilly.
"And HOW are we supposed to make that happen?" He snorts.

Ignorant sonuva-
"I'm not done just yet Debsy. Just hold your horses."
Maybe get off your high horse while you're at it.
"I haven't worked out all the kinks yet, but my plan is to build a device to track all merchandise that has been purchased from our store and electronically place a control module into the item. Then, we activate the modules from our main power base, and the signals from the modules will locate any and all brain waves and revert the waves' sources into an advanced hypnosis!" I explain.

Sketch looks at me quizzically. Denis is staring at me blankly. I sigh.
You wanted an explanation and I gave it. What. Else. Do. You. Want. Is that not enough for you? Is the traitor's plan not one to be followed?
"What's wrong?" I ask, keeping my sarcastic tones to myself. Denis beckons Sketch, and they have a talk out of my earshot. Probably arguing over what they should do. A guard comes and grabs my arms and I roll my eyes. Like I'm going to help the enemy again. Pfft. Not a chance. Those pathetic little weaklings have nothing against us Kings of the World.
Lucky they even survived the most recent encounter. Stupid Corl. If he wouldn't have insulted our greatness, Denis wouldn't have-
Denis and Sketch cut off my thoughts by shoving a toolbox into my arms, the large metal box having great pressure against my smaller figure. But that doesn't matter, does it? Not to us Kings.
"Begin. Now." Sketch demands, and without hesitation, I go straight to work.

Bandi's POV
"Come on...come on..faster." I push myself, carrying Corl. I can see the hospital building and Corl's blood is spilling all over my shirt, one of his arms wrapped halfway around my neck. He's still out like a light, and his breathing is becoming fainter and fainter, the consequences growing ever larger. I race to the entrance and scream for help. Nurses and Doctors rush my way with a rolling bed and breathing equipment. They take Corl and lay him down, placing the mask over his mouth and nose, hooking him up to a heart machine and an air tank.

His breathing fading, his heart rate slowing, I realize this may be it for Corl. My mind spinning and my heart racing, I pray to God, begging Him to save my friend, admitting that I've wronged him so cruelly, and that I'm part of the cause as to why he's now dying in this bed. Doctors and Nurses swarm the bed, trying desperately to bring him back to health. The heart-shattering flatline tone rings in my ears as I look at what once was a slow, steady beat go to a straight line. Tears well up in my eyes and heartbreak overwhelms my senses.

Doctors lower their heads, and Nurses fold their hands out of respect. Then, miraculously, the heart rate begins once more, good as new.
So much for him being dead...it won't matter so much once you kill him again.

Whatever you are, get out of my head! I love my best friend like a brother!

Not "what" ever, "who" ever. I am your Master.

NO YOU AREN'T! LEAVE ME ALONE!

Never.