Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 25

Later that night, Wilford was laying in his bed, his pink blanket wrapped around his-... Dark's body as he curled in on himself, his arms wrapped securely around Darks legs, pain shooting up his spine, but he didn't care. Dark's aching body was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He just stares at the wall, tears falling onto his pillow every so often, unable to shake the aching feeling in his heart. His own best friend lied to him, kept him from the two most important people that he thought had long since past, when in truth, they were right here this whole time. So close and yet so far.

"The host will turn in for the night and come back to check on Wilford in the morning. The Host then walks toward the door, the magician waving him off."

"Thank you Host. We'll see you tomorrow."

"The Host wishes Marvin goodnight as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him."

After that host left, Marvin slowly walked up to the bed, sitting next to Wilford, who had his back toward him. He stayed quiet for a moment, before placing a hand on his cold shoulder. "I'll put you under again so you can get some sleep okay?" he watched as he gave him a small nod still staring at the wall. Marvin was hesitant about his next words but he went with them anyway. "I know Dark messed up really bad but he-."

"I don't want to talk about him," Wilford whispered, curling in deeper.

"But Wil-."

"I said I don't want to talk about him!" Wilford snapped, before letting out a sniffle more tears developing in his eyes as he let out a shaky sigh. "Please."

Marvin looked at him for the longest time before he sighed, turning away. "Okay, buddy we don't have to talk about it right now just-." Marvin's eyes began to glow as he placed a hand over Wilford's head. "Just sleep for now."

Wilford's red and blue eyes turned green once more before drifting off to sleep, the tension leaving his body as he eased up, snoring soundly into his pillow.

Marvin slowly pulled his hands away, frowning at the switched ego before turning to Anti, who was sitting on a pixel-like chair, holding an ice pack on his head, hissing in pain. The magician slowly got up walking toward the glitch. "How do you feel?" he asked as he sat next to him.

"Like a little ray of sunshine." Anti grinned receiving an eye roll from Marvin.

Marvin then rubbed his hands together, causing them to glow. "I'll help with the cuts," he whispered hovering his hand over a cut on his head, causing it to disappear. He then moved on the other cuts, both egos remained silent as the magician worked. Marvin would occasionally glance at Anti, who just kept his eyes on the ground like he was in deep thought.

After a minute of silence, Marvin decided to break it. "What you did today was very dangerous Anti."

"Oh come on I fought worse demons than Dark-."

"That's not what I meant." Marvin interrupted watching as Anti pressed his mouth shut, casting his eyes away from him. "You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way anything could have happened-."

"Like I said I wasn't gonna let that happen to you," Anti said, crossing his arms. "I care for your safety."

"But why?... I just want to know why you care? Why would you take a bullet for me? Why would you care if Dark and Wilford are friends? Why Is this so important?" Marvin didn't receive an answer, Anti just remained quiet so he used this opportunity to speak. "When you were in the bubble, the D.A. said something about you wanting to be redeemed-."

"Don't," Anti growled glaring at the magician.

"Well isn't it true?!... Is this why you're suddenly so helpful to us?" Marvin questioned. "I just want to know why the change of heart? Is it true that you want to be redeemed-?"