Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: ch 4

Dark had been pacing for 30 minutes straight, listening to Marvin better explain the spell they were conflicted with. Learning that this spell was one of those 'teachable moment' spells, where your suppose to learn a lesson.

"What lesson are we supose to be learning here?" Dark snapped, stopping in his tracks, staring down at Marvin, arms stretching over his head as he spoke before placing them behind his back.

"From what I could gather." Marvin began with a sigh, reading over the page. "This spell wants you to experience life in Wilford's shoes and wants Wilford to do the same with you. This spell was a good method, back in it's time. It was first used as a type of therapy, for people who always bicker and argue, giving them insight of what life is like for the other. But after a while this spell got into the wrong hands. Dark Magicians only using it for their sick practices, practicly forcing the victims to be test subjects."

Dark remained silent, starring at the wall, fiddling with the pink mustache that was on his face, listening as he further explained the spell. 

"It was banned after that, hidden from those who would want to cause harm with it."

"Well they did a real good job at hiding it." Dark murmured sarcaticly before sighing, shaking his head, before pushing his glasses up to rub his face.  "That glitch is just hell bound to see me suffer."

"He wants to see everyone suffer... Your not the only one." Marvin whispered looking over at Wilford.

Dark went to speak again when he heard sniffling beside him. His eyes casted to Wilford who was staring off, casting his now red and blue eyes to the ground, his face stained in tears. Dark continued to stare at the once pink now grey ego in sadness, seeing that he was wrapped in three blankets. One from his room and his two pink ones. A heating pad placed on his lap, easing the pain in his upper legs. He was watching as he sniffled a couple of times,  poping a piece of cotton candy in his mouth every once and a while, continuing to stare off, holding one of his pink stuffed animals in the other hand, snuggling it close. He never thought he would actually watch himself hugging a stuffed toy close to him until now. Dark sighed placing an arm on Wilford's shoulder, getting his attention. 

Wilford only stared up at Dark, being as quiet as can be. If felt weird starring at his own face, but deep down he knew that wasn't him. It kind of hurt Dark seeing him this way. A once bright and bubbly ego,  now reduced into a dark, maloncoly one.

"Are you okay Wil?" Marvin asked patting his leg, getting his attention.

Wil jumped looking at the magician, throwing on a sad smile. "Yes I'm feeling much better now old chap." He whispered wipping the tear stains off his ashen face. "Thank you for asking."

Dark saddly stared as Wilford took the layers of blankets off, wincing everytime he moved his arms and shoulders, then he removed the heating pad stretching his legs slightly, the joints in his legs poping and cracking. Dark sighed looking back at Marvin. "Is this reversible?"

Marvin nervously casted his eyes to the book, before answering. "This... is a rather advanced spell."

"Marv. Can. You. Reverse. It?" Dark snapped, coldly staring at Marvin with daggers in his pink eyes.

Marvin stared up at Dark, fear creeping through him. "N-no I can't."

"WHAT?!" Dark snapped squeezing Wilford's shoulder out anger.

Wilford winced in pain as it shot up his shoulder, the sound of glass breaking filled their ears. 

Dark's features soften as he pulls his hands away, looking at Wil, his eyes laced with concern. "W-wil I'm-I'm sorry I-."