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It had been months.
Months where he desperately clung to who we wanted to be. Kasper, he just wanted to be Kapser. This prays we're never answered. He'd look at this old photo of himself and this even deeper forgotten friend, hours spent trying to remember his name.
How can you just forget the person you love more than anyone? Forget their name, voice, interest. Something Kasper would marvel at. Infected didn't even know who that was, or what they liked.
So who am I?
I'm something to be pitted I think. Something to look at and think "I hope I don't end up like that"
That boy in the bowling ally is dead. And the boy that lays in his gaming chair is just a infection, a rot beneath his skin. Kasper tired so hard to stay alive within his knew skin, he'd rewrite his name hundreds of times in a book. Simply stare at the mirror and remember every inch of his dirty face.
As he rotted and turned to something he'd hate. He never left the sanctuary that is his house, no one would care to see him loose his mind. Right?
Again.. months he ROTTED.
Slowly.. Kasper died, Infected picked up after. He put on make up Kasper wouldn't even try, he picked cloths Kasper would hate, he changed his apartment to something Kasper would despise.
He wondered past the moldy cat food and the food wrappers that littered the floor. And went to the Regretevator down the hall. He hadn't seen it in forever. But it was New to infected.
No one was on the death machine just yet. Time past, floors went past, Infected didn't care less. Then a strange floor went past, a Ikea of some sort, it was huge from what Infected saw.
........
Lampert didn't want to be bothered today, we was tired. But when he head the normal 'Ding!' Of the Regretevator. He remembered the first time he went on, being forced to by some teenager at that caused too much trouble for Lamperts liking. Then he had the best day of his life.
He met the love of his life then. They laughed, and hung out for hours. Then they kept doing it. Lampert saw more of the world, his world, Kasper.
Then his disappeared, Lampert would wait patently for Kasper. Nothing. He wouldn't reply to his emails or when he'd ask other elevator goers where'd Kasper been. They didn't know.
Lampert missed that boy. He'd go on the elevator every fucking day, in hopes he'd see that perfectly stupid boy. Months past, and Lampert lost hope but never the memories of Kasper.
He climbed in the elevator and...
Holy shit.
Kasper? What happened to him?
"Kasper? W-what on earth?"
"WH0'$ K4SP3R?"
"Huh.. my mistake I thought you were someone I know..."
How? That WAS Kasper, it had to be. He didn't remember? He was gone for months, God.. did Lampert miss him. Maybe this mind was playing tricks on himself, maybe it was grief just trying to justify some guy that looked like Kasper.
Lampert got off next stop. He couldn't stand being near that sickly guy that looked too much like his lover boy.
Kasper was floating in his own mind, clawing for a way out. There he was, his everything, his baby... his reason for life that far. Just hearing his voice drove Kasper insane. He was trapped in his own mind, Infected taking front seat.
If Infected was going to taunt Lampert with his lover. Infected couldn't take his body any longer. Kasper pushed and shoved his way to control. Nothing.
Kasper was dead... remember that? It all you should remember. you're old news. You're gone, unloved and unwanted.
We all want you dead. Stay dead for everyone.