Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 20

The Host was flipping through the pages, trying to find a cure, but Marvin was lost in thought. Thinking of glass creature that Anti had told him. What did it want? Why did it hate Dark? Why would it kill Wilford?... Who the hell is it?

Both Dark and Wilford sat on Wilford's bed, watching both Marvin and Host flip through magic books in search of any spell that could help them. They stayed quiet Dark sneaking in glances at Wilford every now and then, and Wilford doing the same. Dark's leg was ticking up and down as he fiddled with his hands. "That was... The first time we had an episode at the same time wasn't it.?"

Wilford looked up at Dark, who stared at the ground for a moment before turning to him. He nods his head thinking. "Yes, I believe so."

"It was... Strange... It felt like-."

"Us acting like our opposite selves interacting?" Wilford questioned with a small smirk.

Dark scoffed before chuckling, looking up with a smile. "I suppose so."

"I'm sorry that you surfed down the steps as me," Wilford said grinning. "Though that would be rather fun."

Dark only grinned. "I'll admit... It was rather enjoyable. Minus the big hole on the wall of course."

"I can pay for it." Wilford offered, looking up at Dark.

"No, it was my fault I can pay." Dark protested, looking down at Wilford.

"Well, it was technically me that did it so I'm paying. I wouldn't see Darkiplier on a surfboard going down the steps and causing damage to the house."

Dark just laughed, causing Wilford to smile before laughing as well. They both continued to laugh a moment or two before they slowly fell silent, their smiles wavering. They became quiet for a moment before Dark turned to Wilford. "Wil... I am so sorry." he began watching as Wilford looked at him in worry. "For everything. For the way, I treated you yesterday, for doing all those stunts to you, everything. I've never acted that way in my life and shouldn't have, especially to you." Dark shook his head looking away. "I just made it so hard for you."

Wilford looked at Dark in silence, before placing a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. He gave him a small smile. "It's okay Darky. I know you didn't mean it."

Dark stared at him for the longest time before placing a hand over Wilford's, glad that everything was okay.

Wilford smiled as he stared ahead, pulling his hand away. "You know I always thought it was not easy being me." he began looking up at Dark. "But I now realize that it's not easy being you... You go through so much every day and I've never noticed... And for that, I am truly sorry."

Dark stared from him to the ground, letting out a sigh grinning. "You know... I've come to realize... It's not easy being-." Dark froze when he looked at Wilford who was staring ahead in shock, his red and blue aura dancing. "Wil... What's wrong-?" suddenly Wilford's eyes went completely black, his aura vanishing within him as he fell to the floor, causing Dark to gasp. "WILFORD!"

Marvin and Host jumped, turning to Dark who was on the ground lifting Wilford up, who stared ahead with black eyes. "Wil?!" Marvin ran to Wilford placing a hand on his head trying to figure out what was going on. "It's like he's here but... Not here... Where else could he be?"

Dark froze, staring ahead as fear took hold. "He's in my void... But he couldn't possibly know how to get there unless he was summoned by... No."

"By who-?" Marvin froze, knowing exactly who it was. But the more he thought of the glass creature the more he put into place. Who else would want revenge on Dark? Who else would kill Wilford in order to get to Dark's body... Who else would be made of glass if it were trapped in it for a century... Who other than-.

"D.A." Dark breathed shaking his head. "It got out."

Wilford snapped his eyes open, finding that he was surrounded by darkness no source of light to be seen. He shook his head as he went to rub it, only to freeze upon looking at his hand. He looked down at it, expecting to see a grey corpse like hand but instead, he saw a tan healthy hand... His own hand. He then looked down at himself finding that he was in his butter yellow shirt, pink suspenders, and tan pants. He placed his hands on his face feeling that his mustache was on his upper lip... He was back in his body. But how?

But that wasn't what he was fully focused on at the moment. Right now, he was wondering where he was at. He and Dark were able to make voids. A place you can go to just get away from the real world, a place to think. This had to be Dark's place. But how did h get there? Or better yet, why was he there?

"Do you feel that?"

Wilford jumped upon hearing that quiet and familiar voice. He turned only to be met by more darkness. "Who was-?"

"Yes, I feel it." another voice whispered, causing him to turn around.

Wilford turned around one more time, finding two people standing little ways in front of him, though their backs were turned to him. From what he could tell it was a man and a woman but something about them... Was familiar. The man himself was surrounded by a blue aura, while the woman was surrounded by red. Who were they?

"It feels like a new presence is here." the man said as he walked ahead holding what looked like a cane in his hands.

"Yes but there's not just one... But two." the woman whispered looking at the man who suddenly turned around revealing his face, causing Wilford to stare in utter shock.

"Yes, but who in the can-?" the man froze upon looking at Wilford, his eyes widening, causing the woman to turn around as well.

Wilford gasped as he took a couple of steps back, staring in between the stunned man and woman. "Damien?... Celine?!" he gasped out a few tears streaming down his eyes

"Wil." Celine smiled, taking a few steps forward.

"CELINE!" Wilford shouted as he ran to her, arms out ready to hold her in his embrace after years.

"Celine, Wil, Wait!" Damien called out to them but it was all in vain.

Wilford tried holding her in his embrace but all he felt was nothing but a cold chill and his arms wrapping around nothing. He opened his eyes, finding that Celine was nowhere. He looked around slowly turning to see her standing behind him, looking down at her arms before looking at Wilford in sadness. "Wh-what?"

"We are spirits Wil," Damien whispered sadly, walking next to Wilford. "We have no solid form here. We would just... Go through you like fog in their air.

Wilford's eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at Celine who wanted nothing more than to hug him back. He then turned back to Damien. "What's going on here? I thought... You two made up Dark."

"We do," Damien explained walking closer. "We make up a big portion of him."

"But... If you two have been here the whole time... How come I haven't seen you-?"

"Because he doesn't want his little prisoners that gives him his form to break free from his prison."

All three of them froze, slowly turning around to see a figure, hiding in the dark, before walking into the light, revealing its glassy spiked form, its green corrupt eyes staring daggers into Wilford's pink ones. It watched as the twins stood in Wilford's way, to protect him if it made any sudden moves. But it merely chuckled as it walked forward, ignoring the red and blue spirits as it glanced right at Wilford. "So you must be Wilford Warfstache." it snickered as it shook its head. "Rather amusing name... I believe you have something of mine."

"What... What would I have of yours?"  Wilford questioned as he backed up.

The glass demon froze as its smile fell, turning into a scowl as it growled. "My body."