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It was late at night, when owls hooted and the moonlight illuminated the deserted city streets. A man dressed in a black suit and white shirt walks alone on the deserted streets, his gaze unnervingly empty and cold. The hasty clicking of his shoes on the concrete echoes into the night as his shadow grows taller with each step. He soon reaches a small crossroads and turns left, closing the gap between himself and the iron gate that stands between him and his love. He took a deep breath and crossed the threshold into the graveyard. Slowing from a quick and determined pace to an almost sluggish one, he wanders like a ghost through the home of the dead. His dark eyes are empty and devoid of light as he walks over to a mouldy bench not far away. He sits down, hunching over and clasping his hands together with his elbows resting on his slightly shaking knees.
Passers-by would give him a quick glance, their brows furrowing at his pitiful display. To them, he seemed like an empty shell, rather than mourning just existing. Not even breathing. Pushed down to the ground and held there by God himself. Deprived of anything and everything.
He felt oh so Broken.
"It's been a while, hasn't it Wil." Dark said, eyes fixed on the ground.
A cold gust of wind seemed to humiliate him, carrying away his words to no-one and leaving them unanswered. Only nature herself seemed to hug him with cold arms. But the cold reminded him that he was not dead yet. Still alive somehow.
Not too long after the engine of a car roared by, its headlights lightened the picture in his grey hands. Now readable letters of the tombstone in front of him making Dark flash a quick glance at them:
Wilford William Warfstache
What is life without a bit of madness?
May everybody experience a bit of fun and laughter
together.
Bim Trimmer
Life is like an endless game show -
Choices upon choices that determine your next move.
Tears welled up in his stinging eyes. Memories of Wilford flooded his brain. Wil's warm smile, his oh so genuine smile, the love in his eyes for him and him alone. And Bim. Oh god, his poor boy. Once the showhost got the news, a part of his world seemed to shatter. Uncharacteristically for Dark, he was the shoulder to cry on that fateful night. His embrace warm and empathetic, a comforting contrast to the choking sobs depriving him of his life essence. The loss of the older ego - unimaginable. Unbelievable. You might say a dystopia. And the pool of raw emotions that night dragged them deeper into an ocean of despair.
All of it was gone. Never to return again.
Wilford's lovely laughter rang through Dark's ears as if his fiancée was still right beside him, with Bim having his arm wrapped around his shoulders. His tears threatened to fall, but Dark held them back. He wasn't willing to cry again after all the tears he had already shed.
His fiancée, his future. Wilford...
Brutally murdered just a week ago.
It was while he was on a killing spree yet again, hunting down those who had hurt his family. But it seemed like karma had finally caught up with him. That same night, the police were called to the scene and Dark got the information from Google. Wilford was knocked out cold, brutally beaten up and left to bleed out.The excuse of saying that Wilford was a higher human being didn't affect the fact that he was still mortal, just like every other ego.
The following day, Bim - the son Dark never had - went missing and was found dead in a nearby city. Eaten alive and body torn to shreds.
Dark didn't know what to do. He had lost everything he had sworn to protect with his life. Yet, he was the only one left alive from his small family. The only one to shoulder the burden of loss and sorrow once more.
"Wil..." Dark mumbled as he felt a cold shiver running down his spine. Slight nausea spread through him. It couldn't be true, right? Wilford couldn't be dead. He always came back after all.
"It can't be... You can't be- you can't be dead. It's impossible. It has to be one of your jokes, right, Wil? You're just playing hide and seek, right?!" Dark choked out when sobs erupted from his throat.
"You would never leave me alone in this cruel world, right?!"
Dark rested his head in his hands and stared at the ground. Shoulders heaving, tears falling and hands gripping painfully hard at his roots. Memories of Wil and him never seeming to end. An empty feeling spread through him from his fingertips down to his toes. His whole being drowned in that feeling, loneliness and hurt filling his shattered heart to the brim.
The bright smile, the flashing colours, the stubbornness, the confidence, the love. All of it. All of what Wil gave Dark.
Gone.
"...I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Wilford." Dark choked out, vision blurred, "I should have come with you. I should have been there to protect you. I promised you. I vowed I would always be there for you when you needed me. And Bim... My precious boy. He's gone as well, Wil. I couldn't even protect my own son from dying. I'm a horrible person."
Dark sat there for what seemed like eternity. Crying, letting the feeling of guilt consume him. No one was there to comfort him. No Wilford, who would plop up out of nowhere and take him in his warm and protecting embrace. No Bim, who looked after him from time to time and would eventually sit down with him and just listen to what his heart burdened, stroking his back up and down all the while.
"There is no one left to love me anymore, Wilford. I have lost everything that was dear to me."
"I'm so sorry."