Into the Void

Please don't

"Oh, Is that what the rattling sound is? I thought it was your brain rattling around. He's right. That’s a very grating sound, Bri. Even for me!" Wilford leans back on his hands, looking at us as though he can see me. I’m a little startled that he can even hear me. "You're very kind to let Dark use your body for a while. Maybe when he's done with you, I could borrow your body too? Please?"

Is…. is this guy serious? It’s not as if I invited Dark over for some tea and possession. My eyes widen as I shout out, trying to get my point across. The clanking of the chains grows softer as I grow tired. “Hmm. It would seem that Bri is opposed to that idea. She can’t exactly speak at the moment, so I could be wrong.” Dark is very much amused by my plight and has a wry smile across our faces.

"Oh, I'll hold you to it! So what is it I get to do, hm? I gotta know my job, hostage situation? Blackmail? Oh, let it be something good!” He sounds gleeful as he claps his hands together before playing with his gun that suddenly materializes in his hand. 

I sit down with my head in my hands, but Dark’s voice draws my attention back to the screen. “It will depend on how things go. At this moment, Anti is hunting down Mark and Matthew. Once he finds them, the next stage of my plan can be put into motion. I’m sure you’ll have plenty to do once they are found.”

"Oh goody! This will be so much fun! Do I get to play with Mark a little? He's fun to toy with, and don't worry, your little dark eyeliner either, I won't kill him. He might be bruised, but he won't be dead." Wilford is way too happy about this plan. He tosses the gun up and catches it, nearly dropping it again.

The tv roars to life in white static noise, interrupting whatever Dark is about to say. Anti’s face fills the tv for a moment before he takes a step back. One of Dark’s hands drags down his face as he takes a deep breath. He turns toward the tv, his voice lower as he addresses the glitch. “I’ll assume you’ve found them?”

“I managed ta track them ta a park but something happened after they got there. Something is preventing me from tracking them further. I have a feeling they’re getting help from someone with power.” Anti slams his fist dow,n, and the entire view seems to shake. Once the screen stops shaking, he snarls, his eyes dripping a black tar-like substance. “I am so sick of this shyte!”

"Well, hey there, Antsy-Pantsy! Lost them, huh? Oh, that's a shame there." Somehow, Wilford is now in the tv. I don’t think this guy can surprise any more than he already has. He walks over and rests his arm over Anti's shoulder, messing with his hair. "If you want, I can take over and look for them myself. I've pretty keen senses when it comes to looking for people. If I can find dear ol' Abey then I can find anyone with enough time and bubble gum."

“Antsy-Pantsy?” Anti growls out before ducking out from under Wilford’s arm. “Why didn’t ye tell me the idiot was joinin the party? A head’s up would have been nice, Dark.” He steps as far from Wilford as he can while staying in view. 

Dark sighs again, watching Anti fix his hair aggressively. “This was as much a surprise to me. I think Wilford will come in hand. Especially if you can’t seem to track them anymore. This smells like magic, and Wilford’s… talents, might be just the thing needed.”

"See? I'm handy! That's why my middle name is handy-mandy macho. Or wait, that was my nickname. Because I give good-" A censor beeping sound comes from nowhere as Wilford starts to speak vulgarly. "I was popular that year with all the guys, they all lined up for-" More censor sounds. "Gave him the hardest-" Even more censoring, this went on for a while. 

"And that's how I became class president." He smiles proudly and crosses his arms. "So I'll gladly help!"

Dark places a hand over his face, mumbling into it too low for anyone else to hear. “I’m surrounded by idiots.” I’d like to agree with that statement, but I still can’t speak, unfortunately.