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Dark and Wilford had been arguing with each other as of late. Dark just wants Wilford to walk in his shoes and Wilford wants the same so a curtain glitch demon managed to switch their souls into each other's bod...
The first thing that Dark woke up to was not the familiar sound of static, that rings through his ears, but to the sound of a clock ringing over and over, the sound itself forming a splitting head ache that seemed to swim around his brain, like a fish through water, causing him to groan. His eyes slowly fluttered open, but was unable to see because his vision was... blurry? He blinked a couple of times, thinking his eyes just needed to adjust from waking up, but no matter how much he blinked he couldn't shake the blurry vision out of his eyes.
*Am I going blind?*
He made a mental note to see Dr. Iplier about it, and maybe he could possibly prescribe him some correctiflenses. But his thoughts were interrupted as the loud ringing of the desk clock seemed to get louder. He groaned once more, feeling his face morph into a scowl as he sat up from the warmness of his bed and slammed his fist on the clock, stopping that infernal ringing. He let out a sigh, as he involuntarily stretched but froze, snapping his eyes open, staring off.
Nothing... hurt. His bones were not aching, and he didn't feel fatigue like he usually did, he felt, spry and awake. Hell, he didn't even hear the sound of his bones poping as he stretched. Also... His body wasn't cold. In fact, he felt like he was sitting inside of a sauna. He could feel sweat beating down his head, so he raked a hand through his face wiping the sweat away. But once his hand touch his mouth he froze.
There was something on his upper lip, it felt like a ... mustache?
He put his hand on the questionable mustache and tried to pull it off. But with one swift yank pain shot up his upper lip, where the mustache still remained.
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"OUCH!" Dark snapped as he let go, slightly rubbing it, a lump started to develop in his chest, sinking down in his stumic. "Why the hell is-?" He froze once more, smacking his hand over his mouth.
*That's... that's not my voice. Damien Celine what the hell is going on?*
Dark waited for the familiar sound of Celine and Damien's voice to echo through his head... but he heard nothing.
*Damien?... Celine?*
Dark started to breath heavily as he heard nothing but silence. He clutched his pink flavored blanket and brought it close to his chest... wait... pink? His eyes casted to the bed that was covered in pink sheets instead of his black ones. He slowly cast his eyes around the room but everything was still blurry to him. He cursed to himself as he felt around the bedside table for something to at least help his vision when his hand came into contact with a pair of glasses. He huffed as he looked them over bringing them inches to his face... They were Wilford's old ones when he did wear glasses. But why would they be in his room,along with his blankets? He slowly brought them up to his face and put them over his ears and let them rest in his nose. He then blinked a couple of times before looking around in fear. He was not in his room anymore, he was in Wilford's.
