Mini Stories

Old friend

Prompt: Actor returns to Ego manor for a little fun

Warnings: blood, gore, temporary character death, someone gets their hand bit and it's described graphically

I beg you head the warnings they are not a joke, especially in this

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Damien sighed as he entered the manor. It was rather late so the silence of the building didn't bother him. He didn't announce his return as he figured most if not all egos had gone to bed. He shut and locked the front doors before heading into the kitchen. He set the bags on the counter and went to grab himself a cup of coffee.

Only to freeze the second his eyes landed on the sight of something black and shiny on the floor. Damien slowly walked towards the substance before crouching down. He dipped one finger in and brought it up for a sniff. Oil. He frowned and used a bit of magic to remove the substance from his finger. He quietly followed the trail of oil down the hall and towards the double doors leading outside.

Damien frowned, squinting out of the doors to try and see something. He quickly realized oil was also covering the doors on the outside. Damnit. He made a mental note to scold Google for making such a mess. He figured that's why there was oil literally everywhere. Despite believing this, there was still a pit of anxiety in his stomach.

He exhaled shakily, wondering if something worse had happened. The worry was enough to make him summon his sword to his hand. Damien opened the door and exited the building. He walked forwards, seeing someone in a red suit. "Hello..?" He asked.

Before he realized it, black tendrils shot out of the ground around him. They wrapped around him before forcing him to his knees. Damien yelped at the sudden tendrils, immediately beginning to struggle. His eyes went wide before he looked back at the man in the suit. But as he turned, Damien immediately recognized him.

Actor

He snarled as the other walked towards him. "It's been a long time my dear friend~" He purred, one hand shifting to gently lift Damien's chin up. The gentle hold suddenly became a crushing one as Actor gripped the other's jaw. "How many years have passed since your escape from that mirror?" He grinned wickedly before roughly letting go of Damien's jaw.

Actor then spun around and walked back to his place. Only then did Damien notice the other egos on their knees as well. Each had some form of slight injury but Host, Dark, Google, and Wilford had the worst of them. He immediately began to struggle, snarling and baring his teeth. "Let them go!" He snapped.

Actor clicked his tongue, keeping his back to the other. "I don't think I will. Besides, it's been a long time since I saw them all. I see Host is still very wounded~ Or shall I say, Author" He looked to the man in question who didn't dare face him. Damien felt his heart break at the sight of Host. His bandages were gone and new wounds laced where his eyes once were. What did Actor do?

The man then looked to Wilford. "And you~ My crazed gunman. I see the manor did its part in making you insane in such a lovely manner~ Even made you abandon your old name, William, in favour of Wilford." He purred. Wilford seemed to twitch in his spot at the mention of his old name. Damien could only imagine it had been years since he was addressed with it. He also noticed Wilford had several wounds across his chest and hands.

Actor turned to the final ego who had heavy wounds. "And you~ I enjoyed watching your little show Damien. Was it fun killing your own sister?" He chuckled darkly. "And see? You did eventually become the villain of my story~ The perfect one at that." Damien noticed Dark had several deep wounds scattered across his form. He also noticed the ego was glitching out severely.