Ego Whump Stories (ongoing)

Amnesia (Actor!Mark)

"Damien... please... I- I don't-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

The actor winced at the harsh, rage filled voice that just didn't fit his old friend, feeling another strike to his chest by what he could only assume was his own cane. He knew he had been responsible for at least some of this, but he was also missing so many pieces. He didn't know how he got here since he was last conscious, he didn't know what that demon had done to his ex loved ones, and he didn't know how he was going to explain this to Dames.

He seemed.... so angry. What could have happened since the last time...?

He couldn't quite slow his breathing, bound up and looking up at the mess the mayor had become after all these years.

He somehow appeared worse off than ever before, if that was even possible. The awful glitching form that housed his old souls almost completely tearing away from him several times.

And the screaming... echoing, ringing, violent screaming. He wanted to cover his ears, but he couldn't escape it.

He could barely think in his haze of confusion and panic, though he could tell the other had changed since he last resurfaced, and that he'd need to figure it out before he received his arguably unearned retribution.

He had barely realized how long they had stayed in the silence since the last outburst, panicked gasping mingling with that wretched ringing noise, when Dark's voice broke the silence again, almost desperate.

"I just want to know what you did to him."

Mark shivered, looking down in guilt as he shook his head, "I don't know- Really, Damien, I have no idea who you're even talking about-"

Before he could say anymore, he felt something hit him much harder in the chest, causing all of the air to leave his lungs. He stayed silent for a moment, almost in shock as the pain spiraled out from his ribs.

Dark growled, "I know you're lying. So what the fuck aren't you telling me?!"

Mark just shook his head, the scars from years of self-mutilation starting to ooze fresh blood, which usually happened when he took control of the body again after some time.

"It wasn't me." Mark spat through his teeth, his lips bloodied and bruised.

"Like hell it wasn't." Dark forced his head up again to look at him, "You and I both know this wasn't a part of the plan. Wilford was supposed to stay out of this. You've caused enough pain in his life, can't you see that?!"

Those words made some of his blurry memories resurface, making him cough as he choked on the thick blood, "William..."

His head was slammed back against the concrete walls as the red aura sparked through him, making his skin tingle and burn in all the worst ways, "THAT ISN'T HIS NAME ANYMORE... you- you made sure of that!"

Mark knew he was close to losing control again. He could feel it, even with the blinding pain that threatened to put him back to sleep all on its own. He heaved deep breathes, a sudden urge overwhelming him when he thought of what was to come for the both of them. He weakly lifted his own head up again, looking Damien dead in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Damien. I- I'm so sorry-"

Dark was taken aback by those words, tears obviously welling up, though neither could tell if they were from pain or rage. There was a flash of movement, and Mark was sure he would be killed, once and for all-

Yet no pain fell upon him in that moment.

His eyes blinked open as he panted, realizing Dark had thrown himself at him, gripping him tightly as he remained tied down. He could feel the loneliness, the trauma, all of his years in the weight of his embrace.

"I'm sorry too.... please....... end this for us. For all of us."

But before he could respond, before he could say all of the words he had been holding onto since this had all started- he felt the house take back control. He felt himself slipping back, the spirit banishing him back to that dark and maddening void he now called home.

There was yet to be any sign of the happy ending he'd been promised. For either of them.