Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 27

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It was the next morning and all of the egos were getting everything ready to record. Everyone was getting ready, everyone except Wilford.

The now monochrome ego was just sitting at his vanity looking at Dark's reflection, his features tired and full of sadness. He hasn't said a word since last night and in truth for the first time, he had nothing to say. Nothing to make the mood better. Wilford had never felt sadness like this in a long long time... And he hated it.

"Wilford." Marvin began as he walked up, resting his hand on his colder shoulder. "You know you can't lock yourself in here all-day. They need Dark to be there for the production-."

"I'm not going out there when he's out there," Wilford whispered, looking away. "I'm not."

Marvin looked at him for a moment before letting out a sigh, turning to Anti who had his arms crossed, then to The host who was silently narrating to himself. He then gave Wilford a gentle pat on the shoulder, before walking toward the two egos. "Guys I don't know what to do, he won't budge."

"The host will tell the other egos that Dark said he is unable to watch production today and that The host will substitute for Dark for the time being."

"You're willing to do that?" Marvin questioned, watching as the host wrapped his arms close.

"The host is willing to do whatever it takes to by Marvin time. The host then leans in. Hopefully, Marvin can try and clear this all up, the host whispers as he pulls away, fixing his trench coat."

"Yeah I hope I can," Marvin said with a sigh, turning to Wilford who just had his head down.

"The host wishes Marvin good luck as he heads for the door, going to find the Jim twins to see if they are ready."

"Bye Host." Marvin sighed, watching as he left the room, before turning to Anti who still had his arms crossed, deep in thought. "What do you think we should do?"

Anti thought for a moment, looking at the ground before he spoke turning to Marvin. "I could knock them out and paralyze them again?"

"... No Anti." Marvin sighed, rolling his eyes, walking over to his spellbook, his worry going. They didn't have much time, any longer their real selves would surely fade.

"I was thinking, since the spell, if not broken in time, you would become the person you're trapped in." Anti began as he followed Marvin over to the table, looking at Wilford, making sure he wasn't listening. "Why not let it happen? He would he Dark and Dark would be Wilford. It would be like nothing ever happened."

"It doesn't work like that." Marvin sighed flipping to the spell, reading it over. "If the changes become permanent and they are stuck like this. Memories of their old selves will eventually resurface... It will mix in with their current body's memories... They'll become confused about who they are or who they once were... To the point where they are unresponsive... Where... They won't know who they are... They would he walking zombies at that point... Nothing of their old selves or current  selves would be left."

Anti stared at him in shock before casting his eyes to the table. "Jesus."

"That's why we got to fix this now. But to do that... They need to be friends again." Marvin whispered, turning to a now crying Wilford.

"The host walked down the hall, heading for the stage when a sudden chill went down his spine, causing him to freeze. He slowly turned his head around the room, scanning it through his narrations, in search of anyone that might be there... But there was no one."