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"Lex. I'll get you to California, Lex. Then you don't got to cry so much no more." Ethan chokes out the words to his girlfriend. He feels himself being gently pulled upwards. Is this what dying feels like? It feels nice-
He is suddenly jerked down and slams into the ground.
"Ow. Fuck." He winced as he pulls himself off the floor and looks around. Nothing. A pure blackness that almost seems like there was nothing there at all.
"How you doin' there, Ethan?" He hears a menacing echo of a voice.
"What?" Ethan jumps up, his senses heightened.
"What's it feel like to die? I never got to experience it properly." A figure appears high above Ethan, as if he were at the top of a stairway.
"I'm dead? Am I in hell?" Not how he had imagined it. The figure cackles.
"You believe in that bullshit? No, you're in another dimension, kid. A better one. It's called the Black and White. Fancy, don't you think?" The figure walks down the nothingness and stands in front of Ethan, leaning on nothing.
"I want to, help. You. Out." He pokes at Ethan through the air, shoving him backwards and into the arms of green monsters he recognizes from tv.
"Are you- wait, fucking sniggles? You-" Ethan looks at the figure again, realizing.
"You're Uncle Wiley."
"Oh ho ho! Right you are good buddy! He's a smart one!" The sniggles giggle.
"What do you want from me? What the fuck does a ghost or some shit have to do with a doll?" Uncle Wiley and the sniggles cackle loudly.
"You think it's just a DOLL? No sir, Wiggly is birthed today, and he will take over your universe through your failed country. And you." Wiley jabs Ethan in the chest, "You are going to help me."
"No! Why the hell would I do that?" Wiley shrugs.
"Well, because you have no choice." He grins devilishly.
The sniggles encircle him as Uncle Wiley puts his hands on either side of Ethan's head, and whispers ancient spells, growing louder and more powerful.
"No! Not Hannah! HANNAH! LEXIE!" Ethan screams in pain as Wiley infiltrates his mind and body.
Flashing white and black swirl his mind, memories blur past, a blast of pain for each moment of Hannah. Of Lex.
His eyes strike open, a white glow pierces out, the colour becoming darker, more and more twisted and warped. His screaming and shrieking increasing and becoming more distorted in his own ears with every second.
And everything stops.
You work for me now, boy.