Everything Ends Eventually

Author's Note: This was just practice for writing for different characters. I wasn't going to put it up, but I thought it turned out pretty good, so I put it here. Also, this is my first time writing in first person or present tense.

Nny

The knife drops from my shaking hand.

My breathing is heavy and labored as I look down at her and the life force seeping from her and down into the drain.

I gulp down the glob of saliva that had been in my mouth for what could have been forever as I slowly slide down to the hard wood floor on my knees.

I stare down at the rough wood. The intricate patterns hold my attention as I slowly recover my breath.

Skeletal yellowish fingers trace the patterns for a moment. Mine. Flecks of blood cover my hands. I grimace. I hate blood, just like every other bodily fluid. So disgusting.

My eyes go back to the drain. Blood still runs down. Down to a lower level and into a bucket. Saved for later. To paint the wall.

My teeth grit and my eyes narrow slightly at the thought.

That damn wall! That's what all this was for. I haveto paint it orIt will get out.

I'm not sure quite what It is, but I know it's bad. And I'm scared to find out what it is. No, not to find out; I'm scared of it escaping.

I realize how exhausted I am as I'm still struggling to catch my breath.

Why didn't I stop, before, when I wouldn't be this tired? Of course the answer comes quickly: the voices. They're always urging me to do what they want.

Or is it what Iwant? Sometimes I'm not even sure of what I want.

It's like the drumming at a war. Sometimes I just forget myself and I'm not completely aware of what I'm doing.

Sometimes I feel as though…I'm being controlled.

I don't know why I do anything I do.

Not even this.

I look down at her again.

Suddenly I hear giggling. It's the same voice I heard before. The one that urged me on to kill her. (Just for that wall. Shehadn't done anything. Others had, but she didn't. I just picked her randomly.) It's Mr. Eff.

I look over and of course I'm right. He's standing there grinning at my work. His red eyes that I painted turn to me. I can see the glee on his face.

"Good work my boy!! Good work!"

I look down at the floor again. I don't feel happy. Why don't I? He's happy. Why not me? Surely I should be happy. Mr. Eff's my friend, (Isn't he?) he should want me to do things that would make me happy. Right? So why don't I?

I have so many questions. And so few answers. Maybe If I find the answers I'll be sane again. Or at least know what caused my insanity in the first place. Maybe I could find out how it all started. What went wrong.

Why am I doing this?

"Pathetic!"

I cringe at the harsh tone in the voice.

The spiral eyes glare at me as I look up at D-boy. His black and white paintjob contrasts Eff's color one. He takes a few steps closer to me and Eff. His expression seems to soften a bit and he looks over the body on the floor.

"Look at you Nny. You're a monster. Just like them. Shedidn't do anything to you and look what you did." I do as he says and look over. She's nearly completely covered in blood. Disgust starts to wash over me. My eyes slowly travel back to my still covered in blood hands as Psychodoughboy continues. "You keep complaining about the filth in the world and look at you!!! You're just like them. Worse!!!"

As the words wash over me so do the feelings of disgust with myself and the things I've done. Where before they only dampened my mood they now sink in deeper and overwhelm me.

Familiar thoughts that hadn't plagued me for at least a month seem to come back full force. Psycho's words echo in my head. You're a monster… A monster.

Mine mind's overwhelmed by images, memories, of the things I've done. Knives, scythes, sporks, nails, mallets, and other tools of destruction flash through my mind.

How could I have done those things? All those people. The whole world's filled with these things that I hate and in my quest to get rid of them I've become them. They deserved to die. They are dead. I deserve to die. I don't deserve to live.

Tears threaten to fall. I can feel them right at the edge of my eyes.

"Yes, Nny, my boy. I believe there's a knife downstairs that should suffice."

A few stray tears fall down my face.

NO! I refuse to hear more of this. This is ending now!

I get up, ignoring the tears that keep coming down. My hands are clenched tightly into fists. As I stomp up the stairs I can hear Eff say something. I refuse to listen.

I don't care what he says. They're doing something to me. I'm sure of it. I don't know what, but it's something.

I won't listen to either of them any more.

I'm still depressed. But I won't kill myself. Not now.

But this will end. I'll make sure of it. Just not right now.

Although, maybe now would be a good time to start working on that Robo Arm….

Eff

I cackle madly as Nny kills the girl.

Soon it won't be himdoing the killing, it will be me.

My limbs make squeaking sounds as I jump and cheer.

Of course, soon they'll be real. They'll be real, human limbs. I just need a bit longer. My Masterjust needs to be kept back with a bit more blood. Then I'll be free.

Finally, he collapses from exhaustion.

I'm grinning and panting as though it was medoing the killing.

Soon it will be.

How can I pant if I don't have lungs?

I smirk and put my hands/nubs on my waist as he slides to the ground.

Don't worry Nny. The wall will only need a few more coats of blood. Then I'll be free. I won't be dependant on you or that wall. Then you won't be needed anymore. Not that I won't keep you around for kicks.

My smirk grows wider.

I look back over to Nny. He still hasn't caught his breath. And he seems to be angry about something.

My red painted eyes narrow.

What does the little shit want now?

Him being angry won't help me. At least, not at the moment.

A smile comes back to my Styrofoam face. I giggle and I see his eyes widen as he looks up at me.

As I finish praising him my gleeful face becomes a confused one.

Something's wrong with him. He's not happy. What could he possibly be thinking about that's more important than my praise? Why's he staring, confused, at the floor? Something is different. Could he somehow be catching on to us?

I turn to see D-boy coming into the room. I can see his black and white spiral eyes soften at the sight of the body. Some sort of mock pity I'm sure.

I hate him.

I hate Nny too of course, but at least he's useful. He feeds the wall to keep my Masterlocked inside. And he's my slave, and he will be even when I'm real and human.

But what use does Psychodoughboy have? His black and white paintjob could never match up to my colorful one.

He's so depressing. All he talks about is killing himself and wanting to stop existing. He's like one of those emo kids I hear about.

And above all that: he's still loyal to that stupid master of his. It needs us. Sure, it gave us consciousness. But now it depends on us to get rid of Nny. To release it. Why would anyone stay loyal to something like that?

Of course, he has to go on about how horrible a person Nny is. Of course it's all true, but our boy is smarter than that. He's on my side now and he knows his place. His job. He has to feed the wall.

I look over to the human. I can see the misery in his eyes. I can see the tears in his eyes start to form. I've seen this look before. I haven't seen it in a while, but I have seen it before.

My face turns into a snarl.

Great, now I'm going to have to make the insignificant tick happy again.

I'll have to do something quickly.

I glance over at D-boy as he continues. I can see the smug look on his face when he's done. He thinks he's won. He thinks he's freed his so-called Master.He hasn't won yet.

I turn back to Nny just in time to see him walk past us quickly and go upstairs.

"Johnny!! Wait!!! Don't-"

I stop. It's no use. He's not listening.

I turn and glare at D-boy.

It was all his fault. It was his fault that Johnny was miserable. It was his fault that our boy could be up there attempting to kill himself. It was his fault that he might succeed. It was his fault that ourMaster might get out because of it. It was his fault that now I'd be stuck serving it even longer. It was his fault that I might not become real. It was all his fault that now I might not get what I want.

"Are you happy now?" I say to him coldly.

I don't wait for an answer. I go up the stairs after Nny as fast as I can. I have to catch up to him before he hurts himself.

This isn't the end. D-boy hasn't won yet. This isn't over yet. Not by a long shot. Johnny will come back to my side and I will be free…

D-boy

Disgusting.

I lean against the wall to the side of the stairs. These old creaky stairways are always dark. I've been here the whole time, but neither of them can see me.

That idiot piece of Styrofoam (although I'm Styrofoam too) and that stupid fuck of a host I have. Stupid human…

Of course Eff's cheering Johnny on as he kills so stupid girl.

A common sight as of recently. He hasn't been listening to me as much lately. But he'll come back to me. He always does.

I watch with bored sort of interest as he falls to the ground from exhaustion. I can see his staring at the floor, confusion written on his face as he recovers his breath.

I turn my head over to my counterpart. My eyes narrow.

He's cheering him on in his madness. Or he was.

That traitor!!!!! How dare he go against Master's wishes. He'd rather chase after stupid dreams of becoming real. But there's no point.

All things end. You might as well end it now. Why wait? Why delude yourself with fantasies that it won't end? Everything ends eventually.

My face scrunches up in revulsion as he congratulates him.

It's disgusting. How can he take pleasure in causing others pain? Why cause others pain when you can cause pain to yourself?

He seems so happy. It's pathetic. How can he be happy when he's disobeying our master? How dare he?

I turn back to Nny.

I'm sick of this. I'm stopping it now.

Squeaking can be heard as I walk into the light.

I can see the despair on his face as the truth sinks in. Oh how I missed that face.

I can feel strength coming to me. I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with this strength. I hate it because it means I'm closer to being more real, more alive. But I love it because it tells me that I'm doing my job. The job that Eff refuses to do. The job to help our Master escape.

I look over at Eff. He's looking back at me with an angry expression. Of course, because he knows he's lost. Johnny's over to my side now and that's where he'll stay. This little manic episode has come to an end (as all things do) and now he's back to normal.

I see a few stray tears fall as I suggest the knife.

I smile.

Good. Now he'll kill himself and Master will be freed. He'll praise me for doing such a great job and I'll cease to exist.

Suddenly, Johnny runs past Eff and I and up the stairs.

I told him to go down stairs. Piece of shit. Oh well, there's things up there that he can kill himself with. I'm sure that's where he's going.

Either way, at least he isn't feeding the wall. The blood will congeal into jelly and it will be useless. He'll refuse to go out again so soon.

I cross my arms and smirk at Eff. He might as well be begging Johnny to come back.

I can see the anger in his face and his voice.

He walks out of sight up the stairs, into the darkness.

He knows I've won.

He doesn't get it does he? It's not about happiness. It's about doing what Master wants. That's all that matters. Not some stupid dream.

As for becoming real. It won't matter. It'll end. Everything ends. It all ends eventually.

My smirk grows wider.

"Yes, yes I am."

I climb up the stairs after them. I want a front row seat to his death and the release of my Master…

Author's Note: I think Eff's turned out the best. D-boy's was the hardest for me. I don't like how Nny's turned out for some reason. Also, I don't really know why I gave it that title, so don't ask.