Random Sanders Sides Stuff

Control

"They sent me away, to find them a fortune. A chest filled with diamonds and gold." I say, glancing behind me. The house was awake, with monsters and shadows. The hallways echoed and groaned. I look back to the shadow person in front of me, holding a small, glowing purple treasure chest. Their grip loosens slightly, but they keep glaring, unsure what to do.
The people are after me, they want me to do all of their dirty work. I can't hear anything over the rustling of the trees in the wind, but I know any moment they'll be here. They hate me, they think I'm their slave and I'm the only one who even knows of my existence anymore, besides the other three.
"I sat alone in bed till the morning." I'm crying "They're coming for me." And I tried to hold these secrets inside me, my mind's like a deadly disease. But I'm bigger than my body, I'm colder than the home I live in, I'm meaner than my demons, I'm bigger than these bones that show.
Every time I was let out it ended horribly as we tried to hide how much I was affected by their reign of terror over me. Dark bags were under my eyes, my clothes were torn and my hair covered most of my face. My eyes are always wide, never resting and barely blinking after years of training to stop. And the kids cried out "Please stop you're scaring me!" I can't stop this awful energy, but they're goddamn right, you should be scared of me. Who is control?
"I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds. And I couldn't stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around." I'm bigger than this tiny body, I'm colder than the home that I fell into by mistake, I'm meaner than my demons when I get my chance for revenge, I'm bigger than the bones that show every time I move. Yet the kids cried out "Please stop you're scaring me!" I still can't help this terrible energy, but goddamn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control?
The shadow figure looks at me curiously, for the first time going over my appearance fully. His eyes widen and he takes a cautious step back, shaking his head in disbelief. I don't say anything, my thoughts still raging a war against themselves, the same question repeating over and over. Why am I truly in this situation?
"I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head. They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead." He looks at me, squinting for a moment in confusion. A thought occurs to me, and I repeat my own words. "I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head. They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead." Because I'm bigger than this poor body that I've developed since I started living with them. Inside, I'm colder than the freezing house that I'm forced to live in. I'm meaner than my own demons. I'm bigger than these stupid bones always showing thanks to their negligence!
All the kids had cried out, "Please stop you're scaring me!" I can't stop this awful energy, you're goddamn right you should be scared of me! Who really is in control? Because the kids had cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me!" I can control this awful energy! Goddamn right, you should be scared of me!
I look one last time at the shadow creature, my posture changing. Before I was stooped over, panting and crying, trying to make myself look smaller in my fear. Now I stand tall, towering over him defiantly. I jump up, climbing the nearest tree and making my way to the treeline. He follows, floating curiously behind me. The others run forwards, almost here already. But it's too late now, too late for them. As soon as they get close enough, I pounce, landing with a sickening (or satisfying, take your pick) crunch. Their eyes widen in fear, and I stand up, raising my head confidently.
"You can't do this any longer! You think I'd never realize how much stronger I am? You were trying to hide it away from me, afraid that I'd be the one to rule over you instead. Too late for that." I look to them, an insane smile growing on my face. "Who is in control?"