Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 15

Wilford was heading for the kitchen, wanting to eat breakfast before hanging out with that ridiculous cowboy. Moments like these he really wished he was back in his own body, he couldn't believe he was having tea or coffee with Ed. Dark knows how much he hates him. The man sells babies! God, what does Dark see in that man. 

Wilford sighed as he cracked his broken neck walking into the kitchen only to freeze upon seeing Bim. 

Bim was humming a tune with a big grin on his face, holding a tray filled with either tea or coffee and a couple of cookies here and there. He continued to hum in delight but became silent upon turning around, seeing the now Dark ego stand in the door way. His smile slowly dropped, as fear started to grow within his eyes the tray shaking as his arms trembled. 

Wilford could only stare as his best friend looked at him in fear. It pained him to see the show host like this. He slowly stepped forward, reaching out "B-Bim I-I-."

"I-I-I'll S-Stay out of y-y-your w-way b-boss!" Bim gasped, casting his head to the ground as he practicly ran out of the room, heading for the interview room.

Wilford slowly looked down at his grey hands, tears forming in the brim of his eyes as he sighed, walking over to the cabinet only to find that his Nutella was back on the top shelf. He groaned as he squint his eyes shut, his stress levels spiking when.

"The Host enters the kitchen in search of breakfast, making the Dark ego jump, turning to the Host with a kind smile."

Wilford did jump and did turn to the Host a smile forming on his face. "Morning Hosty... I mean Host."

"The Host says good morning before sensing that the dark ego's breakfast is out of his reach." The Host whispered before walking over to the counter. "The jar of nutella suddenly slides out of the cabinet." The Host whispered as blood dripped from his eyes, going down his face.

Sure enough, the jar slowly slid out coming toward the ground but before it could hit the floor the Host caught it in his hand, starring ahead, holding the jar out. Wilford couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Host." He sighed taking the jar from him. "You didn't have to do that."

"The Host reasures Wilford that it is no problem." 

"No really you didn't-." Wilford froze, slowly looking up at the Host,  who was giving him a knowing grin. "H-How did you... know that I was-."

"The Host is able to see persons colors." The Host explained. "The colors match the person's soul color. The Host knows that Dark's soul is red, blue, and grey." He smiled, patting Wilford's shoulder gently. "The Host can only see pink." 

Wilford chuckled giving him a grin. "Nothing gets by you huh Hosty?"

"Afriad not." The Host smiled, leaning on the counter. 

Wilford would of continued chuckling when a sudden poping noise filled the air, pain shooting up his back, causing him to hiss in pain, gripping the counter. 

"The Host senses that a disk  in the lower lumbar of Dark's spine had just dislodged itself "

"Yeah it-it happened the f-first day I woke up in his body- ARG!" Another popping sound filled the room he squint his eyes shut in pain. He felt like he was about to fall over out of pain when.

"The dark ego's back snaps back into place." The Host whispered hearing Wilford yelped and a loud popping.

Wilford felt as the spine shift back into place, the pain subsiding. 

"His aching bones also stops aching, relieving him for the day." 

Wilford stared ahead as the body pain subsides, causing him to sigh. He turned to the Host who had blood dripping down his face. "That was kind of you Host, but please don't strain yourself for my well being."