What If Chandler Bing Didn't Exist...? [F.R.I.E.N.D.S]

Chapter Twenty Six: Facing The Horrible Truth

Sorry for the huge cliffhanger! At least you didn't have to wait too long! ;) The truth is finally revealed, hope you guys enjoy! xx AnotherFriend

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"Are you kidding me?! You're the person who's been doing these things to me? Out of all the people in the world, it had to be you." I hated this person, more so now that I found out that he did this to me.

He gave a slight smile, and his wrinkles creased up as he was fairly old. He had deep, brown eyes that just stared directly at me, as if he was studying me. But I knew the truth, he knew exactly who I was. He was leaning on his side, where the door was supposed to be and the tip of his foot pointed towards the ground. His arms were crossed and he faced down as he started to gradually start walking towards me. I backed away, just a little, wondering what he might do. He scratched his head, wondering why I might be doing so, and his brownish hair went all over the place. He also had dark brown, bushy eyebrows, so much so that it looked like his moustache. Oh, did I forget to mention that he had a moustache? Yes, it was the same colour as his eyebrows and like his hair.

I didn't even know what Monica saw in this man. He was so much older than her, and then I came along… well, let's just say it was happily ever after. Until we started fighting of course… but that wasn't intentional.

"Richard?! Why, why, why, why, why?" I had that word on repeat and I couldn't stop. "Wh-? Rich-Richard?"

"What, you surprised, Chandler?" His hands were in his pockets, and casually walked towards the bedside where I had just sat before, and tugged my slightly, telling me to sit down as well.  I reluctantly did so, even though I was still as shocked as ever.

"I don't know why you're so surprised, Chandler…" He looked at me in disbelief. "I thought you were smart!" He scoffed.

"What? A person smart at knowing what person would have made them not exist?"

"Alright, well first of all, you should know that you didn't have to meet me, because obviously you kinda had an impact on me." He gave a hesitant nod, but knew that it was the truth. "If I wasn't the person that made you not exist, then I would be living with Monica, married, with her." He looked away, as if not wanting to meet with my eyes.

After giving once or two blinks, he looked back at me. "And that was why…" His voice turned to a soft whisper, even though it was still low and deep. "Why I made you not exist anymore. I gave you a chance, Chandler. I allowed you to get her without me blocking your way because you were pleading." He started to stand up and pace around the room. "But then this? All this stress, anger, just… it's not worth it."

I stared at the floor, just concentrating on the carpet, taking in what he was saying. I understood what he was saying, but was making me not exist anymore the best solution? I needed to get these thoughts away so I tried asking a different question, eyes still not moving from the carpet.

"So what were the other reasons why I should have known it was you?"

"Alright…" He brushed his moustache carefully, just what they do in movies, when the characters were thinking. "Well, what about Barbara?"

"Yes, what about her?" My voice still in monotone, still wondering why Barbara would be a link to Richard.

"What about her? What are you talking about? She's my ex-wife. I told Monica that, am I'm pretty sure that she must've told you…"

My head perked up. His ex-wife? Wow, how blind have I been? "Was there another one?" I asked in a plain voice, considering myself to tell if I was that stupid to have missed another huge clue.