I don't recall going to sleep, but when I wake up, I'm in a prison cell with the lights off. I sit up and groan, my fists hurting like crazy. I remember then what happened and I jump up, grimacing as I do, and head to the bars of the cell. I grab the bars and shake as hard as I can.
"Let me out! My friend needs me! Let me out!" I scream.
"It's no use," a semi-familiar voice says, husky from disuse. "They won't let us out."
I whirl around. "Who's there?!"
"Y/n? Is that you?"
"Yes," I say, hesitantly.
"It's me! Jeff Koval!"
I back up against the bars of the cell. "What the fuck? What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything! Y/n, where are the others?"
"You bastard! You betrayed us and shot Vinny and brought me here!" I lunge at him, smacking him across the face as hard as possible.
"Ow! Hey, y/n, stop a minute!" When I keep hitting him, he yells again. "Y/n! I'm not the other one! I'm not the other me!"
I stop. "You're lying. Just to save your own skin."
"Am I lying? Y/n, you've watched us. You know me, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you guys."
"That's a lie. You've been hurting us!"
"No, no, no, that's not me. That's ... him."
"Him? Him who?"
"The other Jeff. The fake one, the one that did all that to you. He's not me. He's not me, y/n. I'm the real Jeff. And he is just a pretender. A liar. They have kept me here ever since I died."
For some reason, I believe him. I just stare at his wide, brown eyes in the dark. It has to be real. It can't be a lie ... it would be a really dumb one if it was. I start to cry then.
It's embarrassing as all hell, but I can't help it.
Jeff wraps his arms around me.
"It's okay ... it's gonna be okay."
And all I do, all I can do, is cry.
