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How long has ‘Wifies’ been the director now? How long has it been since he trapped his one and only ‘best friend’ in an inescapable prison out of his pure possessiveness? Once in a while, he would have a moment of clarity during one of the days he monitored Parrot going around the paragon.
What was he doing? He looked at his friend, sitting with his back faced against him, and felt nothing. No love, no desire or regrets either.
It was as if Wifies never knew him in the first place.
Lately, he has been getting this type of occurrence more than ever now. An impending sense of doom as minutes ticked by, as if the fates were guiding him somewhere.
Was it his fate to die?
No, no. What was he talking about? His fate was to live happily with a safe ParrotX2 by his side.
Then why did it feel like a bomb strapped to his heart?
In the middle of the night, when Parrot was deep asleep, and the guards were doing their usual patrolling, he slumped next to a tree. The sky was thick with stars and the breeze blew his brown hair into a mess. Why didn’t anything feel real? His existence. His memories. His relationship with Parrot.
The first time he popped into the server was when Parrot invited him to do a scavenger hunt with him. He followed Parrot around like a good friend would, stood up to him when needed and always did everything to the benefit of Parrot.
Parrot, Parrot, Parrot.
Prisons, traps, and a spyglass.
Everything is easier remembered in threes.
But what was Wifies before Parrot? No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t think of a memory. It seemed like everything was pitch black before Parrot, and he was his light, his life.
Everything he built until now was for Parrot.
So why couldn’t he feel anything but the sense he was gonna die soon?
Wifies took off the Director’s armour, and touched his wrist. It was cold and hard, like metal. Then he touched his chest. No heartbeat. It was very unlike Parrot, who could be radiating warmth like the sun on a hot afternoon day.
There was a big lake in the centre of the prison. Surrounded by his favourite flowers: poppies and dandelions. He moved towards it and bent down. Upon his arrival, fishes bounded over in hopes they’ll get food again, except Wifies wasn’t here to feed them.
Ever since he faked his death, everything seemed seamless for him. There was no need for food, or rest, and he could go days and weeks planning things out meticulously without breaking sweat. It was like he only existed once in Parrot’s whims.
One day, he decided to take off the scarf that was burrowing in his neck. He wore it to match Parrot’s outfits in the cold mountains for their confrontation. He didn’t know why he still has it on anyway, It was never cold in the Paragon.
“#043”
Wifies freezed. It was a branding. Why would anyone brand him?
Were there 43 others before him? How did he never notice this? Suddenly he realised that he almost knew nothing about himself. Only that he was Parrot’s best friend, to serve him and protect him.
Except that wasn’t it.
This wasn’t the end of Parrot’s story. He still has so much potential ahead of him. Stories left untold. He just could tell.
Wifies no.43 was insignificant.
Just another piece of a broken porcelain glass ready to be built fully.
….Does it have to be this way?
Sometimes, he can’t see the sun setting beyond the high obsidian walls.
Sometimes, he will wonder why he ever did this.
Leading his avian friend down a flight of stairs, his mind started to wander. In contrast to Parrot’s feathers that were splashing with bright colours, Wifies always looked ordinary next to him. Was he never meant to stand by his side forever? The numbers. The disconnectedness he felt. Everything was pointing him to turn back and abandon this plan.
“Wifies! Are you going to tell me where we’re right now?”
That broke him out of his reverie. Parrot was glaring right at him.
“Oh right. This place is my last resort. Step on the pressure plate Parrot, It wont hurt you.”
Then, he hitched his breath, and pleaded to Wifies.
“Please. We still can go and leave all this behind. Don’t do this. Please.”
Right.
The moment they both step on the pressure plates, they’re fates are sealed. He could turn back right now. Avoid death.
He really wants that right now.
“Okay.”
“O-okay?”
“Let’s leave. It’s too dangerous here. It’s not worth it.”
The moment the words spilled out of his mouth, an instant wave of crushing regret overcame him. What the hell was he saying?
Parrot had his jaw wide open, looking at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Wifies..”
Their eyes locked. For the first time, it almost felt sincere.
“That’s the wrong line.”
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Sometimes when Wifies turned his back or when the camera wasn’t looking, Parrot sometimes gave a small smile. Weird, given the circumstances.
He just couldn’t help it. The Director reveal was a huge hit with the audiences. People were practically begging for more.
Everything was planned out perfectly. From every piece of dialogue to every piece of building that helped shape the world into a cinematic masterpiece. Once this episode was done, he could finally have a break!
He stretched out his wings in the house pre-built for him, supposedly watching Wifies at the corner of his eye.
Too good.
Paranoia couldn’t help creep in again. Anytime something is going too smoothly, something is bound to mess up. Must he be reminded of Lifesteal? Or The Search Of The Last Totem?
He shook his head. No, nothing can happen again. It can’t afford to.
He tries to shake off the clenching feelings in his heart, and focus on doing his part in the script. It seemed mechanical, how he ticked off one action after the other, like a grocery list he can’t wait to complete.
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Across the room, Wifies hesitated to say his line. An expression of unease filled his face, and Parrot’s heart skipped a beat.
Wait. Hold on. He doesn’t remember this happening in the rehearsals–
–“Okay.”
“O-okay..?” Parrot almost can’t believe his outrageously bad luck.
“Let’s leave. It’s too dangerous here. It’s not worth it.”
Goodness, it’s going to be a long day.
A shaky sigh escaped.
“Wifies. That’s the wrong line”
Definitely a long day
Parrot could almost imagine the migraine that was coming along.