"Memory Bound." (Complete.)

"Fall.."

"...Ox?"

He jumped, and appeared nervous instead of angry. "M-Moxy?"

Shit....

"What are you doing here?" He asked sternly. "It's rude to enter someone's house without their permission.."

"I need to tell you something..."

He had a feeling of what she was to say. "Okay.."

"Umm.." She put the hair out to him. "I-I found these at William's house when we were investigating a couple of days ago.."

Ox recognises it, the hair, the blonde hair.

They spoke in unison.

"Lou's.."

The name felt so wrong to accuse off his tongue, but the evidence was right there before him.

Oh please, she is just a bitch...

Suddenly, Ox felt a chill go down his spine. The voice had purred that as if it was amusing.

Who the fuck are you?... He asked it. Where are you?..

I'm everywhere, Oxie.. It spat the nickname as if it was poison. I'm in your head, someone else's mind, outside, anywhere.

What?...

But right now.. It laughed mockingly. I'm lying on your bed~...

Ox spun around, and saw who it was. A demonic version of Lou.

He had darker blonde hair, skin, and had red eyes.

They made eye contact.

"Nice to see you again.." His voice sounded normal. "I guess that you don't remember me.."

"You're the monster.." He whispered. "The mistake, the fake-"

"What?" Moxy asked. "Ox, what's going on?"

"I am not a fake!" He shouted, eyes narrowing in anger. "If anything, you are. A real friend keeps their fucking promises.."

Ox bowed his head on shame for a moment, but then a question popped into his mind. "What or who are you?"

"My name doesn't matter.." He chuckled. "But I can tell you that I'm related to Lou. Oh, and your little bitch Moxy framed Lou by the way.."

What?...

Remember when you put that tablet in Lou's drink and he fell asleep? He smirked at the other's expression. She had a few precious seconds, and she took it. Now the opportunity to frame him has arrived. And coincidentally, she just happens to have evidence....

Ox's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but believe it to be true. Was this thing telling the truth?

I might be a monster, Ox. But I don't tell lies...much..

Ox couldn't help it, he turned around to Moxy. "I need to ask, where did you get the hair from?"

"I told you, William's house.."

Where she have could have her little evidence that YOU didn't even see when you went into that room before?.. It countered. Jesus, even Tuesday has more of a fucking brain to do something more smarter...

The last bit was said in a mocking way, as if it was honouring for her to be even mentioned as smart.

He's got a bit of a point on that bit...