Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: ch 6

Deep in the upside down, layed nothing but darkness, the sound of distorted whispers filling their ears, whispers of promises that had been broken, of lies disguised as truths. Their they stood, their eyes closed, filled with hate and scorn, wanting revenge, their hope being shattered like glass from the mirror that he broke. They stood there, their head hung low when their eyes suddenly snapped open, feeling something shift in the darkness. They slowly breath in sitting up straight the sound of glass breaking filled their ears everytime they moved.

"Where is he?" It whispered, feeling his presence no more.

...

Dark and Wilford walked down the hall, Marvin following close behind. An hour had finally past, so they where heading to the conference room, ready for the meeting that they had scheduled... well Dark was ready. Wilford however was not.

Dark glanced down at Wilford, who was staring ahead, his face laced with nervousness. His hands were fidgeting, reaching for his suspenders only to find them under his suit. Dark just rolled his eyes huffing. "Wil, stop fidgeting."

"I can't help it Darky." Wilford whispered, slouching slightly. "I-I don't think I can do this."

"Wilford you have to. They are not gonna listen to me. It was Dark who put the meeting together so you have to be the one to inform them." Dark began, glaring down at him. "And straighten up! I don't slouch like that!"

Wilford complied, straightening his poster, wincing as he back poped.  "This isn't gonna work, I can't do this." He whispered, his back feeling like it was gonna give out at anytime.

"We have been through this!" Dark snapped, staring at Wilford before looking back down the hall. "Just go in there, sit in my seat, and say what we rehearsed!"

Wilford looked from Dark to the ground, still skeptical about the whole thing when he felt a warm hand rest on his shoulder. He jumped, turning around to see Marvin give him a warm smile.

"Don't worry Wilford." Marvin reasured. "I believe in you. Why don't you show me the scowl you practiced?"

"You mean this one?" Wilford smiled, before his smile completely fell, replacing it with a scowl that looked identical to Dark's.

"See you got it down, now just keep that scowl and you should be fine." He chuckled, before turning to Dark with a grin. "Dark what do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah quite the likeness, I get it." Dark huffed rolling his eyes. "Let's just hope it's convincing enough for them."

"Well we're about to find out." Marvin whispered looking ahead, able to see the conference room.

Wilford sighed, closing his eyes, breathing in and out very slowly. "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this."

Dark just rolled his eyes, opening the door, holding it for Wilford, hoping that this will go well.

Wilford gave Dark a nod before stepping in, walking a couple of steps, before stopping completely, seeing that every ego's eyes were on him. He stared ahead, a terrified look on his face. He wanted to bolt out of the room, and hide away, but he kept his composer, shaking his head as he morphed his face into a scowl. 

Okay so far so good... say something Dark would day.

"Morning." He grumbled, cracking his neck, straightening his tie.

The others just blinked, cocking their eyebrows, making the real dark groan queitly, rolling his eyes.

Nailed it.