Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 13

Wilford's eyes fluttered open, looking up at the ceiling. He stayed like that for the longest time, closing his eyes for a second, still very tired like he hadn't slept in ages. He had never felt this lethargic in his life. After a second or two, he slowly lifted himself up, listening as Dark's bones poped and cracked with every movement, sending pain through his body. But to his relief, the pain wasn't as bad as it was yesterday. Well he still felt like hell, but not as bad as yesterday. He can actually tolerate it today. He slowly stretched feeling his shoulder dislodged itself forcing him to pop it back into place with one swift motion. He sighed as he flung the pink sheets off, looking up at Marvin.

Marvin fell asleep at his desk, his arm keeping his head up as he snored, with his eyes closed. His mask was crooked on his face, revealing a few scars on his fore head.

Wilford only frowned, starring at the magician. He was probably up for hours trying to find away for them to get back into their own bodies. Wilford just shook his head as he stood up, his knees poping as he walked. "Old sport is gonna ware himself out over our well being." He whispered, fixing his mask on his face. "Marvy...?" He placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly nudging him. "You awake old chap?"

Marvin groaned as his hand flopped down his head almost flopping down, but he caught it in time, shaking himself awake. "I- didn't take the last cake!" He yawned blinking his eyes open. "Hmm wha?"

"Morning Marvy." Wilford chuckled, giving him a warm smile.

Marvin blinked, starring at the dark ego in shock and confusion. Why was Dark being so... wait. No that wasn't Dark. Marvin mentally shook his head. Of course they switched bodies... Marvin froze in realization, looking down at his work. "Shit!" He cursed, starting to flip over pages of his books. "I fell asleep! Wil I'm so sorry I-."

"Why are you apologising?" Wilford grinned, watching as he moved between different books. "You fell asleep, all humans do it-."

"But I said I would try and find ways to get you guys back and I only found two! And one of them is... bad. I could of found more if just stayed awake!" He started to jot things down.

Wilford thought for a moment before throwing on a determined smile. "Well two ways are better than no way right?" Wilford tried, optimism lacing his voice.

Marvin looked up at him, glad to see a smile on his face for the first time. He sighed, as he stood up, looking down at Wilford.

"So how about We try it? Get your magic blood pumping." Wilford chuckled, swinging a fist with determination. "What do you say?"

"We... we can try." Marvin grinned.

"That's the spirit!" Wilford smiled, patting Marvin's back, shaking his shoulders.

"First we need to get Dark." Marvin sighed, not noticing Wilford's smile wavered. "He might still be asleep, I'd knock on his door and-."

"Uh um, c-could you knock please." Wilford whispered, cowering slightly. "I-I don't want..."

Marvin's features soften, looking down at Wilford, seeing a sad look in his eyes. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Y-Yeah I can go get him, you just wait here."

"O-okay." Wilford whispered, going back to the bed and sitting down on the end of it, looking down at his hands, watching the aura dance around his arms as nerves spiked.

Marvin gave him a smile but it wavered when he turned around, thinking about all that occurred yesterday. He just hoped that today would be better.

Dark tossed back and forth in his bed, groaning in his sleep, squinting his eyes, a dream playing through his mind like a film. "N-No, no NO!" He quickly sat up, breathing heavily as swet bead down his face. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts starring down at him hands. He just had a nightmare of the Colonel, he could feel his anger when he thought Abe caused Damien and Celine's disappearance, he could feel it like it was his own. He could feel the blinding rage he felt, the shock of shooting Abe... the pain of shooting the DA-.