Don't Forget Me

Chapter Twenty-Three

Tom was very confused as to why this 'wall breaking' was so important to someone. Ringo and Susan, however were in more of a state of panic.

Susan has been thinking to herself, "Who was this person? What do they think they'll gain from breaking Tom's wall?" But while she was lost in thought, a new wave of pain had flooded Tom's head.

For Tom, it felt as though someone was repeatedly pelting his head with rocks. Over and over again, it was just getting worse. His groans must have alerted Ringo, as she started trying to calm him or even just distract him from his pain. But, before she could do anything else to help, Tom quietly whimpered before falling backwards, onto the sand. It took her a moment, but Ringo realized he had passed out. She thought it good for him.

Susan's head snapped up, but both her and Ringo were swallowed by the darkness before she could react. Ringo's back was arched as she hissed, looking around her.

Susan, on the other hand, wasn't as phased. She felt her body freeze up, as if she had turned to stone. Although her eyes were opened, she could not see a thing, the area being plunged into a horrifying darkness. How much of the island had been effected?

"What's happened, Susan?!" Ringo whimpered to her.

"I'm not sure, but maybe it's from the wall breaking," she answered back, scared of what would happen once the wall broke completely. "But what's been done, I'm not sure..."

"Didn't you enter his mind before? Can you do it again to stop this?" Ringo said, placing down their option if the question's answer was a simple 'yes'.

"Well, I can but once in there, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do," she warily said, trying to look around for any sign of life left.

"We can figure that out once we're there but we'd better do something rather than sit here," Ringo reasoned. If they could enter Tom's mind, they might have a chance at doing something to bring him back. Maybe they could fix the entire thing.

"Alright, but we better act fast. We don't know how much time we have." Susan finished as Ringo bounded towards her. 'I hope this works' Susan thought to herself as Ringo sat in front of her.

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Edd, Matt, and Tord sat in silence and although it was unbearable, none of them bothered to mention their headaches. Not that they could anything about them in the first place. They just felt no need to mention it. It was almost suffocating, the silence that surrounded them. They wanted to speak but no one could bring hisself to be the first to. That was, until they heard something in the distance. They couldn't make out what it was, but all they could do was hope it was something good. Something they could hope for.

They were all tense as they waited for what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, for another noise to make itself heard. Then suddenly, something was moving towards them, almost as if it had been thrown roughly.

It landed near the gods with a loud thump as they backed away slightly. They couldn't make out who or what it was, but after they heard sharp, painful breaths, they came to the quick conclusion that it was alive.

"Ugh..what happened?" Tom groaned quietly, coming to. He looked around and could make out the figures of Edd, Matt, and Tord all a few feet away from him. Still in immense pain, he managed a sentence, even with the constant pounding in his skull.

"Edd? Tord? Matt? What happened to you guys? Where are we?" he managed to get out. They didn't answer him as they slowly backed away from him. He frowned. They seemed scared. Scared of what though? Himself?

Nobody knew what to believe anymore. With everything that has been happening, and the new information they had been given, not even Edd could bring himself to trust Tom. He wanted to, he really wanted to. But, he just couldn't.

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When Susan and Ringo had entered Tom's mind, it had not been what they were expecting. As they looked around them, they noticed it was like being in room with one-way glass. Through the glass, sat their friends, all huddled to themselves, stiff and cold. One would think it was a painting had one of them not been fidgeting often. Susan gently knocked on it, but no one responded.

"They can't see us," she said, but Ringo didn't respond. She turned to her, but noticed she was looking at the opposite wall, alert.

"Susan," she started, "what is that thing?" There seemed to another, much darker room with no other visible walls than the glass they were standing behind. Something rather large and shapeless was clawing at the glass, leaving many marks. It looked as if the glass wouldn't be able to take much more before it shattered underneath the pressure being pressed onto it.

Susan's eyes grew wide with horror, "Tom." Ringo turned to her, confused.

"That's not Tom," she said, "he's in the other room."

"The Tom we know is in the other room. This is the monster. The original. And it's trying to free itself, any means it can. This is what's breaking the wall." Susan couldn't bring herself to look away from the beast, feeling it's eyes boring right into her own.

"What if we can somehow pull it away from the wall?" Ringo thought aloud, "Then we can figure out how to fix the wall from there!"

Susan thought for a moment before shaking her head, "That won't work. We can't possibly redo that with just the two of us."

"We're just going to need some help, right?" Ringo suggested, looking over into the room currently holding the others.

Susan nodded, before turning to the wall suddenly, and throwing her fist at the glass, punching it as hard as she could. One of the gods picked his head up and glanced around. So, Susan hit the glass again, smiling. She was going to get their help, even if she needed to break some glass to do so.