Forgive and Forget [GOING THROUGH REWRITE]

Drowning

It's dark.

Was it all a dream?

Yeah, probably. I don't deserve to go back there.

I'm a horrible person.

Hah, no! I'm not even a person.

I'm a monster.

I know it was a dream, no one would ever be that nice to me.

Mentally scolding Himself was normal now. It had been that way for 7 years. All the cruel and malicious things He had done got the better of Him, and He felt guilty. He laid on the 'floor' and stared up into the infinite emptiness. This was something He did quite often, there was nothing else to do after all.

He had spaced out, not noticing the skeletal hands slowly clutching to His clothes. When He did notice.. well...

He was already being dragged to the depths.

"No! Stop it! Let me go, please!" is what would've came out of His mouth, if it weren't for the acidic purple water filling His lungs. He tried to scream again, but He was choking. He couldn't do anything.

He was useless.

Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly.

"Give me your soul. I would be so very delighted to crush it in my hands... Dimentio.."

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"...ntio......imentio.........io, wake up!..."

He was being shook violently, and the two looked very worried. He looked around, thankful He wasn't at Castle Bleck just yet. He rubbed the eye holes in His mask, and looked back at Timpani and Nastasia with yet another deadpanned expression.

"Can I go now?" He asked, lacking any emotion whatsoever, and yawned. Timpani screeched silently and Nastasia shook her head.

"Yeah, um, no. You're still going to Castle Bleck. Seems like you're sick and also have parasomnia. You were mumbling and shifting the whole time we were carrying you."

"And just because we put you down that doesn't mean you immediately try and leave! We want to help you. Even messed up people like you deserve a little help."

He cackled and wheezed for air, rolling on the soft grass. He pounded the ground with His fist and was still laughing. Timpani and Nastasia were confused.

His breathing finally slowed, and His laughs turned into chuckles. "Although it was very nice of you to call me a person, we all know I am not, both figuratively and literally."

Timpani and Nastasia looked at each other, both very concerned. "Then what are you?"

Dimentio looked back at them with a bitter yet deranged smile platered on his mask. "To put it simply, my dear Nastasia, a monster! A beast. A demon. A freak. A horror. A villain! A fiend! A hellion! A miscreation!" Dimentio sneered, and started to walk away. "I am whatever you call me. I am the pleaser of crowds after all, heh."

Timpani walked up behind Him. "Then, if you are whatever we call you, you are a person. Not a monster."

He stopped, still staring ahead. His mask was grim and His hands had disappeared. He sighed, looking back at Timpani. "No, Timpani. That's not what I meant."

"I know that, but I don't care. You can be a good person, Dimentio. I mean- look! You haven't even attacked us yet!"

He snickered. "Do you want me to?"

"No. You know what I meant. Now come on," she started, and dragged Him by the arm, "we are going to Castle Bleck. You are going get better, and we are going to help, whether you like it or not!"

He groaned, and snatched His arm back. "Come on, let go! I don't want to go back there!"

Nastasia glared at Him, and He fell asleep thanks to mind control. "'K, uh, night night, Dimentio."

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