Ego Whump Stories (ongoing)

Prequel to Amnesia (Actor!Mark)

The voices had started to fade again. All there was left was this sense of loss, a heavy, permeating feeling that sent Mark's head spinning. He didn't know where he was, or how he got here... but he remembered everything else. Last thing he could recall was...
The mansion. The poker night. Dragging his broken body from that stairway and watching as they tore each other apart.

He had done it. Finally.

-Finally? Was that the right word?

Usually it connotates some sense of satisfaction, but this... wasn't that. He'd done everything that demon had told him to, but now everything was just even more blurry and dark than it had been before. He still felt it's influence deep inside, twisting and writhing through his mind like a tangled web, but even that had changed. Like it was more insistent. It was holding tighter to him the farther away they were from the house. Sometimes when he would take a step or speak it didn't even feel like his own will anymore, and those were the times he was even conscious anymore. He felt like he was... a puppet. A pawn. It didn't make any sense. He was supposed to be in control. That was why he killed th-

Oh god.... what had he done?

His heart ached for his friends as the realization hit him. A part of him was still seething with anger for all they had done to him, and how they had all abandoned him once he was no longer of any use... But he missed them. Dearly. They didn't deserve what he had done to them. The manipulation, the pain...

Celine most of all.

Was it wrong of him to still yearn for her? To still love her? After what they had done to one another over the course of all these years?

His sudden hurricane of thoughts sent him spiraling further, and he felt tears. Burning, painful tears. It brought him out of his temporary stupor, leading him to look up for the first time and see the camera before him.

What had he been doing...? Why can't he remember anything after that day? How long had it been?!

"Celine... I- I need to go find Celine-"

But before he could leave, that heavy cloud descended on his consciousness once again, leaving him absent. Truthfully, a part of him was relieved to feel his own sense of self draining in his final moments of coherency. At least with this thing controlling him he wouldn't have to think about her, or the horrible things he had done to the people he used to call family... Maybe it was better this way.

Besides, the entity in his head always said it only wanted what was best for him. And it was always right.