He knew right away that it couldn't be real.

He knew this because he woke up in a bed that wasn't his, in a room that he didn't remember.

He tried to control his body, to make himself wake up, but he couldn't.

He was walking around the room, looking at the various pictures. He picked up a frame and
studied the photo. There were two figures posed together in the picture. It was hard to tell if
the figures were human or troll because there was simply a white outline filled in where the
figures were standing. It was like someone had taken a stencil and sprayed white paint inside it.

He was about to place the picture down when a loud noise caused him to drop the frame.

HONK

He jumped back and quickly spinned around, eyes wide with panic. Was someone else in the area?

HONK

It was coming from outside the room? It wasn't going to do him any good to stay in the room, so he
began to walk out of the room and into the hall, where he stopped once more.

The entire floor was covered in various colors of what looked like paint. He bent down and smeared
a line on the floor with his finger. No, this wasn't paint...it was blood.

HONK

The honking noise was louder this time so he must've been close. He stood back up and stared at the ground
as the the trail of blood seemed to lead to two simple words, painted in Dark Indigo.

LIVING ROOM. :o)


If it was real, he would've walked out right then and there. No fucking way was he going to go
into a possible trap! He wasn't hatched yesterday. He smirked, before walking down the hall and rounding
the corner into the living room. In the middle of the room, there was a swivel chair and a small desk
with a husktop covered in the same indigo blood/paint? as before.

":o)"

Alright, the fucker wanted to talk? He would motherfucking talk. He walked
over to the chair and sat down, opening the husktop and glancing at screen. Someone was
perstering him?


-- mirthfulHighblood [MH] began pestering mirthfulHighblood [MH2]

MH:  hello?
MH2: hello?

He stared at the screen, was this a joke? Why was this window open, and why was he pestering himself?

MH:  thisisntfunny
MH2: thisisntfunny
MH:  however is behind this please stop
MH2: however is behind this please stop
MH:  please
MH2: honk :o)

He froze. He didn't type that last setence. His hand
wasn't even near the keyboard, what the fuck was going on? He began typing again..

MH:  who are you?
MH2: I'm you brother...MOTHERFUCKING YOU.
MH: That isn't possible, there's only one me.
MH: This is stupid...why am I even talking to you. You aren't real
MH2: : o ( Awww bro I'm hurt. MOTHERFUCKING HURT THAT YOU WOULD FORGET ME SO SOON.
MH2: NOT VERY HAPPY ABOUT THAT BROTHER....not happy at all HONK honk.

He stared at the screen and frowned, this kid had to much time on his hands, and was very misinformed.

MH: For someone that's apparantly me, you're making alot of mistakes.
MH: i don't type like that for one, and I don't honk.
MH2: YOU USED TO BROTHER. we used to up and type like that.
MH2: BEFORE THEY MOTHERFUCKING CHANGED YOU. until they ripped us apart
MH: Us? You mean there's two of you?
MH2: Not two of us brother. JUST YOU AND I BROTHER. MOTHERFUCKING YOU AND I.
MH: But you're not real, this is just a dream. I am going to wake up perfectly fine tomorrow and go to work like I always do. All I have to do is wake up

-INSERT MORE DIALOUGE HERE.-


===> Proceed to shitty ending


HONK

He screamed and spun around in his chair to see what had started him, but god he wish he hadn't. HE WISHED HE DIDN'T LOOK. In front of him was a door that was currently opened. There was no way to tell what was IN the door, except for thousands of black tentacles moving out of the door, and slowly towards him. "SHIT!" He stumbled back and tried to crawl away when a tentacle latched around his leg and pulled him down to the floor. There were honks coming from inside the door now, god they were EVERYWHERE. He tried grabbing at the floor to crawl away but more tentacles latched around his body as he was lifted up into the air.

He was held above the floor as a larger tentacle slithered up his chest, he was about to struggle when the tentacle suddenly lunged into his chest, causing his body to jerk.

Oh god it hurt

IT HURT.

YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FEEL PAIN IN DREAMS.

He screamed until his throat was sore and he couldn't scream any more. Slowly, the tentacle inside his chest began to pull something out. After five more minutes of agony, a body dropped to the floor of the room, and the tentacle slowly exited his chest.

"Wh...What the hell.."

Slowly the figure stood up, and uttered a single word. "honk." Before laughing hysterically. The figure walked over to the tentacles holding him down and smirked. "FINALLY FREE BROTHER. FINALLY fucking free again. I told you brother, I TOLD YOU I WOULD GET MY BODY BACK."


He couldn't bring himself to reply to the figure, he could only let out a weak cry as the tentacles slowly made their way back into the door with him still captured. He was so tired....as his eyes began to shut, he heard the figure speak again.

"Now I run the show motherfucker."
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Slowly, Vita sat up on the bed, careful not to disturb the goldenrod troll next to him. He opened his eyes as he stared down at the sleeping troll with a smile. "We're going to have so much fun, my little solider."