Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 26

Bim walked down the hall, heading to his room, two mugs in his hands, one white, the other pink, both filled with hot chocolate. He managed to reach his room, as he gently twisted his doorknob and pushed the door open, looking in to see the Wilford look-alike sitting at the foot of his bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring ahead, bubbles hovering over him indicating that he was crying. The show host gave him a look of sympathy as he walked in, getting his attention. "Hey, Wil... I'm back," he whispered as he walked across the room holding out the pink mug to Dark, who took it into his shaky grasp.

Bim then sat next to him looking at his mug for a second before turning back to Dark who just continued to stare ahead, taking small sips of his hot chocolate, sniffling a bit. He remained quiet before he broke it. "Do you... Want to talk about it?"

Dark remained silent slowly shaking his head no, as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

Bim cast his eyes back down, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood when an idea formed in his head. He turned to Dark with a smile, setting his mug down, walking over to his desk, getting Dark's attention. The show host went to a shelf pulling out a box, turning to the pink ego. "How about a distraction?" he said holding out a box that read cards against humanity. "Come to think of it, we always use to play this the day before a big show... What do you say?"

Dark didn't know why but his mood started to lighten up upon seeing the box and seeing a smile on Bim's fave just made him feel a little bit happier. He sniffled, setting his mug down as he wiped the tears from his face. "I'd like that," he whispered as he stood up, both heading for Bim's table.

...

The Colonel stormed through the manor, anger clear in his features, his shooty drawn, his shooting finger itching, waiting to pull the trigger on that prick detective. "DETECTIVE!" he shouted before glaring at the D.A. "Are you hiding him from me?!" He snapped, pushing the D.A. aside rather harshly.

"Colonel please calm-."

"DETECTIVE!" The Colonel went on, searching for the very man that took his friends from him.

The scene jumped to the Colonel and Abe at gunpoint, the D.A. close behind the angry mustached man.

"You'd better choose your next words carefully, Colonel!" Abe growled, aiming the gun at the Colonel.

"Only my friends get to call me by that name and you, sir, are NO friend of mine!"

"Colonel! Stop this! Abe had nothing to do with-!"

"Well, you're one to talk about friends you MURDERER!" Abe shot back, the crack of thunder following after he said that vary word.

"Abe, please this is not helping-."

"I didn't kill anybody!" The Colonel shook his head. "This is MADNESS!"

"Colonel... Abe, listen to me it's the-."

"Oh, you wanna talk about madness?" Abe began lowering the gun for a second as he spoke before holding it back up. "Madness is stealing your best friend's wife."

"Colonel give me the gun now!" The D.A. tried to take his shooty, but he pushed them back, turning back to Abe as the detective spoke.

"Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick sexual exploits with that very woman-!"

"SHUT UP!" The Colonel snapped, feeling his anger rise, his eyes suddenly becoming pink as his anger continued to grow.

"C-Colonel?"