D-boy paced back and forth within the dark confines of one of the many basement floors, his arms crossed and his shoulders hunched. Mr. Eff had been pestering him all week, trying to steer him away from his only desire, and he was absolutely sick of it. Why was Mr. Eff ever so determined to keep him alive? What reasoning would he have? What purpose? It made no sense!
Why would he want him to see the 'beauty' of the world when they were both everything wrong with it? Why, why, WHY?!
He slammed his fists against the wall in anger just thinking about it, he was so confused. He hated being confused, and Mr. Eff certainly wasn't helping.
He sighed and dragged his hands down the wall, the old, dried-out wood scratching against his gloves. Until his master was freed, he'd be stuck here, dealing with his younger counterpart. He hated this knowledge more than life itself.
Being human should be more fun than this. What Eff had dreamed of before was nothing like this. In fact, his dream had died when Nny idiotically shot himself in the head a while back. If only Nny had stayed alive a little longer... Eff could have left him and his utterly depressing counterpart with his 'master' behind the wall. He could have been free to be human. Free from his master.
Even though he was human now, he could hardly call this freedom. Nny was gone. There was no one to order around to paint the wall. Now Eff had to do all of this by himself.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if D-Boy wasn't constantly trying to stop him. His ridiculous rants of depression and suicide were annoying. How he always tried to stop him from painting the wall was a pain. Eff couldn't count how many times D-Boy dumped the buckets of blood on the floor so he couldn't use it to paint. It wasn't exactly easy to get that blood either!
Eff was constantly busy. Whether it was catching idiots off the streets for blood, or dealing with D-Boy, Eff sure did have his hands full. It seemed he hardly had any time to relax or make toast. It was irritating to no ends too! Why can't D-Boy lighten up for a change and enjoy life? If Eff had D-Boy on his side, the work wouldn't be so tedious. Hell, maybe they could even find Nny, make him do the work and go out and be free.
But no! D-Boy insists on being a sad little shit, and he's even trying to make him depressed as well! Eff refused to fall into a senseless depression. No! He was going to be happy, damnit! Even if he did have to paint the wall and argue with D-Boy on a daily basis he was going to be happy! Life was great! Being human was great! He could feel, taste, and do things on his own! God, those were good reasons to be happy by themselves. And D-Boy seemed to hate all those things! How idiotic can he be?!
...Whatever. Eff will get D-Boy to enjoy life one way or another, or at least die trying. Although dying wasn't really on his list of things to do. Despite all the work he had to do, Eff wanted to get his mind off of the recent fight he had with D-Boy. He didn't want those god awful words to sink into his head and make him sad. He will never let such words get to him!
TV was a great distraction. It even had happy and hilarious things on it. Like stupid shows and movies and cartoons and comedies and cooking shows and chick flicks. Eff was on the couch watching the crappy, yet still working television set.
Currently there was some movie on the screen. It must be something cheerful or funny, judging by the smile Eff had on his face. Eff liked watching movies, mostly because they were longer than normal shows and easier to get into and had interesting stories. They also seemed to help him grasp ideas of what normal humans did every day. Or at least they taught some sort of lesson and some human morals... most of the time.
D-boy's fuming began to slowly simmer down, and he attempted to help it along by taking deep breaths. Eventually he felt tired out from the bombardment of anger, and the misery began to set in. He never minded the feeling of depression before, but now as a human, with a brain that worked his feelings around like gears through his body, it felt so much more... intense.
It felt like the feeling was slithering through his veins, and he was being crushed slowly with his own thoughts. His limbs drooped as he sloped down against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.
God he hated this house. Sure, he'd barely been anywhere else, but how could he ever enjoy anything like Eff begged him to when this fucking house existed. If it wasn't for this house, this lock being built around his Master, he would've never existed. He would've never been needed in the first place! But no, the world was a cruel, cruel place, and here he was.
A suicidal styrofoam doll made by a psychopathic young man controlled by an incomprehensible creature of chaos who was somehow magically turned into a human when the crazy man died, thus leaving him- the one who only ever wanted to DIE- to remain alive.
What a wonderful fuckin' world indeed, Mr. Eff.
D-boy actually wanted to remain livid as he felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes.
Eff's smile faded a little when credits appeared on the screen. Oh, right. Movies had endings. He had to take a moment to figure out what he should do now that the movie was over. Should he watch another movie? No... He couldn't sit on this couch all day. There would be consequences. Like D-Boy getting too depressed and trying to kill himself, and the wall getting too soft from the lack of attention.
Eff sighed; disappointed he couldn't watch another movie. He grabbed the remote next to him so he could turn it off. As he grabbed the remote though, he noticed the plate he had next to him. Eff remembered he had made toast to eat while watching the movie. There was still a piece left, surprisingly.
Eff turned off the TV and grabbed the piece of toast. He then paused. It was quiet without the TV on; too quiet. What was D-Boy doing? Usually Eff could hear him being angry or throwing a fit of some sort. God he must be depressed somewhere, crying his eyes out of his sockets.
While Eff still loathed his counterpart, he still had to convince him life was still worth living. He tried so hard to be nice and show D-Boy reasons to smile, but all his attempts always ended in some sort of argument.
Eff put the piece of toast back down on the plate and picked it up as he stood. He was convinced that food helped with depression, as toast always put a smile on his face, despite how simple a food it was. Would a piece of toast help D-Boy cheer up? Probably not, but if Eff still had to try. Besides, if D-Boy didn't want it he could eat it himself. It was win-win... sort of.
He walked around the first floor, searching for the depressing idiot. After not finding D-Boy there Eff came to the conclusion that D-Boy was somewhere in the basement. Damnit. Eff hated being in the basement if he wasn't keeping that thing trapped behind the wall. The basement was so... depressing and dark... That's probably why D-Boy was down there.
Eff rolled his eyes at the thought and headed down the basement stairs. The basement was huge, and it would be hard to find D-Boy, but Eff could easily hear his crying echoing through the hallways. It was convenient, yet sad. Eff followed this noise, and what he saw was a familiar, disappointing sight: D-Boy curled up near the floor, with tears overflowing from his eyes.
"Isn't it tiring to cry all the time, D-Boy?" He spoke up so D-Boy would know he was there, and walked over to him. "Can't you just try to be happy for a change? Being happy feels ten times greater than being depressed, I bet. Look, I even brought you a reason to smile!" Eff bent down to present the plate with piece of toast to D-Boy. "Toast! It's the greatest! And it has the butter all soaked into it, so it'll taste amazing! You're human, now, so enjoy human things; like eating toast! Come on, D-Boy!" He smiled as he described the toast, and sounded as cheerful as possible to try and get D-Boy out of his depressing state.
D-boy flinched as he heard Mr. Eff's voice, and groaned when he registered what the optimistic idiot was saying. How could he say anything to that? Had Mr. Eff ever actually been depressed? It's like any knowledge of the subject just flew right over his head.
"It's not something I choose to do as a hobby, not like you'd care. Why don't you go bother someone else for one fucking day?" D-boy huffed, that was all he could manage to spit out.
He wanted to say more, so much more, he wanted to tell Mr. Eff just how horrid he felt. He wanted so badly for him to be depressed too, so maybe- just maybe- he might learn what it's like, and not ignore such problems one such as D-boy had to deal with. He wanted to tell Mr. Eff that you couldn't just wave around useless items and words to make someone feel better, that wasn't how it worked; that wasn't how anything worked. Nothing was that simple! Absolutely nothing! How could he even think that?
He wanted to scream so dearly, to interrogate, to explain, to drown him in the wisdom that life is a horrendous, hard thing to go through and that some people aren't as chipper and happy-go-lucky about it as he was!
He wanted to make him wake up and see reality and it's true, saddening self. He wanted to make Mr. Eff see through his eyes, if only once. He wanted to bring Mr. Eff to his level, to see what it was like being at the bottom.
But he couldn't. This day was far too tiring, and he was already exhausted from their fight earlier. What more could he want? Was his only enjoyment taken from rubbing the revolting existence of everything in D-boy's face?
Obviously, because all this was doing was making D-boy cry more.
"It's not my choice! I want you to know that, none of this was my choice..." His voice was hoarse from the crying, everything was just painful. He wanted Mr. Eff to leave, and he wanted to just die right now. He wanted it to end.
Dear. God. How he wanted it all to just end...
Eff lifted a brow. "Go bother someone else?" Well, that was a stupid suggestion. "Look around, D-Boy; there isn't anyone else to bother." They were alone in this house now. Nny was gone, and the victims Eff used for the wall die the moment they were tossed in the miserable basement.
Unlike the maniac, Eff didn't interrogate his victims. He just slaughtered them for blood for the wall. It was easier, faster, and much more fun that way.
D-Boy was right. Eff hadn't had a clue what it was like to be depressed. Eff always denied the feeling and found something to be happy about. Even if it was something as simple as toast, Eff could find a reason to smile. So why couldn't D-Boy? If D-Boy just tried surely he would want to stay happy forever.
Eff frowned seeing that he wasn't cheering D-Boy up one bit. In fact, it looked like he was making him cry even more. He withdrew the plate from D-Boy, since he obviously wasn't going to accept the toast and stood straight up again.
"It wasn't your choice to be so pathetically depressed?" He asked. Is that what D-Boy meant? Eff wasn't sure, and he didn't care about fully understanding D-Boy's sad babbling. "Why not chose to be happy for once? Just for one day? It's not going to kill you!" Although if being happy did kill D-Boy, he wouldn't be surprised.
Eff wasn't going to stand for this anymore! He had to be more aggressive if he was ever going to get D-Boy on his side! Eff then grabbed D-Boy's arm to pull him up to his feet. "Get up! Wipe those tears! There's nothing to be sad about! We're human, and we can do so many things, yet you sit down here in the stupid basement sobbing over your existence when you should be overjoyed!" Eff told D-Boy, hoping his words would get through his counterpart's thick skull.
D-boy jerked his arm away from Mr. Eff the moment he was standing upright, and a dark scowl appeared upon his face. "You don't get it..." He hissed, "You'll never fucking get it, Mr. Eff! I don't care how whiny or pathetic I sound to you, it is not. That. Simple. You.. You can't just be all la-dee-da all day for the rest of your fucking life, you know?! Maybe for you, but for me, it takes time! You want me to smile? You want me to be happy? You want me to be the embodiment of your disgusting, oblivious self? Well then, GO FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!" He screeched, his voice nearly cracking. He couldn't hold it in, he had to say something, even if it did make his throat feel like it was filled with sawdust.
He was shaking terribly, his glare firm on Mr. Eff. Just looking at him made his blood boil, that naive little brat didn't know shit! He just couldn't handle how much he hated Mr. Eff's ignorance, whether it was natural or practiced.
He hated Mr. Eff just so much, he just... he just wanted to...
D-boy froze. Was he actually thinking of murder? No, that was preposterous! Killing others was only what the weak ones did, who never wanted to look at the real problem, so they destroyed anyone else that they figured to be the target of their own issues. He could never murder anyone, it was beyond degrading! Such an irrational animalistic instinct, he refused to ever act upon it.
But... But he hated Mr. Eff so fucking much. It would make everything so much easier with him out of the way, all he'd have to do was sit around and wait!
He didn't want to take that route though; he denied it as even an option! He wasn't homicidal, right? He wasn't a maniac... Right?
Eff expected D-Boy to say such depressing things, but how he yelled and screeched at the end... Ugh! This was just so sad! D-Boy's words were powerful. They always were. After all, D-Boy made suicide sound like a fucking party to Nny so many times. Eff could feel depression trying to seduce him, but he would simply not allow such sadness to tempt him. Instead he returned the glare, and turned whatever possible sadness that might be brewing inside him into anger.
D-Boy was just so infuriating! What the fuck was so hard about being joyful! Even a faked smile would do D-Boy some good! But despite his anger, despite how he wanted to yell back at D-Boy, Eff's words were at a loss. Just... just how do you respond to something like that?
Maybe picking a second fight with D-Boy was a bad idea. Depression was so god damn infectious. Eff should really go out and have fun and slaughter more people.
"...What is there to get?!" Eff had to really push himself to say something. He couldn't let D-Boy get under his skin. He couldn't let D-Boy win. "It's not like depression makes you feel fucking great, I mean LOOK AT YOU! Always crying and moping around! Wanting something as stupid as death! Maybe YOU don't get it! There is so much more to life than the end, D-Boy! There is so much to enjoy!" He argued back with a growl. "A reason to be happy could be right in front of you damned face, and you would never see it because your blinded by your pointless tears!"
Eff obviously didn't fully understand D-Boy's words, or refused to understand in order to resist the god awful feeling of depression. And it seemed like D-Boy wasn't going to understand his words anytime soon either.
Sometimes it was tempting to just... do away with D-Boy, but honestly Eff didn't want to be alone with the stupid wall. He wanted D-Boy's help. He wanted D-Boy to enjoy life so he WOULD help. God, why can't life be perfect like in those movies he watched? Everything seemed to work out on TV, yet here with D-Boy, it seemed like Eff and D-Boy constantly circled around their points and never bothered to listen to each other. D-Boy won't even try to be happy and Eff denied all feelings of depression. God, were they going to fight like this forever? There had to be something Eff could do to end this quarrel and get D-Boy on his side... but what?
D-boy was sick of this. He was sick of yelling, he was sick of listening, he was sick of uselessly fighting, he was just sick of everything. He was too drained to do anything at this point; he used it all up to the point that he was physically sore. What was the reasoning of this all, anyways? Screaming at one another until the other breaks? It was so unbelievably useless. He couldn't take this. At least for now, it had to stop.
"That's it." His voice was quiet, but stern. He inhaled deeply before continuing. "I give up, okay? I give up. I am sick and tired of our bantering, it's not like we'll ever get through to each other. I know you don't understand, and that you never will, but please..." He choked back the upcoming tears; he just needed to finish this one sentence, that's all. "... Please, just leave me be. I am begging you, Mr. Fuck. Leave me alone. I can't take this anymore!" He was disgusted with himself, how could he give up like that? So pitifully. How could he be so unbelievably desperate?! Mr. Eff would never, ever let him live this down, and neither would himself.
And yet, he didn't care. He began walking wearily back up the stairs, too ashamed with himself to even turn to Mr. Eff as he left.
Honestly Eff had to resist the urge to flinch when D-Boy said 'that's it'. He expected a more... dramatic reaction than what he got, which was why he was surprised to hear the words 'I give up' come out of D-Boy's mouth.
While D-Boy was still being negative, the fact that he said he was giving up felt like a victory. "Alright, D-Boy, fine. I'll leave you be..." He chuckled lightly. Eff couldn't help but to smirk. He could push D-Boy a little more, and just see how much it would take for his words to really sink in but... enough was enough for today. D-Boy had already given up and pathetically begged for him to leave him be.
Besides, Eff had other things to do today. He couldn't just babysit D-Boy all day, trying to convince him to cheer up. While he would rather head up the stairs and get out of the basement, Eff didn't want to make it seem like he was following D-Boy to mess with him some more. So instead he went in the other direction, deeper into the basement. He munched on the toast D-Boy had foolishly rejected as he walked.
Hm... what could he do down here? Oh! He still had some people 'stored' in the same room as that damn wall. It looked like D-Boy wasn't going to bother him for the rest of the day, so Eff thought now would be a great time to get some work done and put a thick layer of blood on the wall. Excellent. Today was going to be more productive than planned.
D-boy trudged into the living room and leaned against the couch, his arms folded overtop of it to support his head.
He stood there for awhile, his tears finally dried up and his anger died down, but he was left with the most horrid headache. It probably wasn't the best to be thinking with such a thing going on, but he couldn't get Mr. Eff's or his own words out of his mind.
That was so needlessly embarrassing, he didn't need to give up, and he didn't even want to, but what else could he have done? Sit there and argue with Mr. Eff until he fell unconscious from tiredness? Nonsense; that would be worse! At least if Mr. Eff complied, this would give him some time to clear his head and relax, something he had yet to be able to do.
From the moment he became human, he was determined to complete his task of keeping the wall from being painted, which was far worse with Mr. Eff than it ever was with their previous host. Johnny was easier to control, he obeyed, and at times he wouldn't even listen to Mr. Eff, only to D-boy. Those were the very few moments of joy in his life, when he thought it was finally going to be the end.
But no, Mr. Eff was nothing like Johnny.
Mr. Eff was unwavering and gritty, he was passionate with what he did and yet he was like a machine with how unstoppable he was. It was always go, go, go with him. He had a will of steel, and was as stubborn as D-boy himself.
D-boy never would want to admit it, but he found those traits so... admirable! He wished he could be so efficient in his work, but no, he just cried his goddamn eyes out and fucking gave up because he felt enervated. How much more mortifying could this day get?
He groaned and made his way to the bedroom, hoping Mr. Eff hadn't drenched it in blood. He couldn't handle being awake right now; he wanted this whole day to end already.
As Eff walked into a rather familiar room, he put a plate down on top of a wooden box. There were other plates there as well. Obviously it wasn't the first time he had eaten something on his way to do his job. He didn't really bother cleaning after himself either. Why should he anyways? It was a waste of time, and this house was already a shit hole. No one could make this place look the slightest bit of nice without tearing it down and rebuilding it. There were too many bloodstains and cracks and dead things.
Eff then grabbed an empty bucket and a knife off of the one of the side walls. He gave one of the poor victims the most uncomfortable grin. This victim was female, and if her mouth wasn't duct taped shut surely she would be screaming or begging. In fact all the victims in the room had their mouths taped shut. Eff quickly got sick of their noise, and it was nicer to work without all the begging and hysterical crying and yelling.
Unlike Nny, Eff didn't have a way of choosing his victims. He just picked whoever. He didn't give a damn who they were or what they did. Really the only kind of people he didn't drag down to the basement were kids, but that's mostly because they didn't have as much blood. It had nothing to do with their innocence or how 'they were the future' or some nonsense like that. For all Eff cared for, every person was not a person, but just a supply of blood for the wall. He literally had no mercy.
Eff placed the bucket underneath the woman to catch the blood. He enjoyed the look of horror on her face as he sliced her open and showed her organs to her. Eff burst out laughing. God! The looks on their faces were always hilarious! He sliced her neck open as well, to allow more blood to exit her body and fall into the bucket. It's too bad humans didn't live too long after their blood and organs were removed. It would be so fun to be able to mess with them some more.
Once the bucket was filled Eff picked it up and went over to the wall he hated most. It was still wet from previous coats of blood, but some parts were already drying and turning a disgusting brown.
With the wall Nny was always careful and painted it slowly as if it were a canvas, but Eff? The only thing he cared about was getting the wall covered. He grabbed a nearby brush and used it to practically fling the blood onto the wall. Occasionally he would pause to spread the blood out a little, making sure not to miss any areas.
As Eff 'painted' his mind wandered a little. As it did often, his thoughts went to D-Boy. How frustrating he was. Eff hadn't even gotten D-Boy to smile even once. They always just fought and argued. It was tiring at times, but Eff was determined to get to D-Boy sooner or later. If only D-Boy was more like Nny. What an easy man he was to control. The mere mention of a Brainfreezy would cheer him right up. Sure, he did listen to D-Boy sometimes, but it was always so easy to get him to disagree with his counterpart when Eff pretended to be his friend.
But with D-Boy it didn't matter how much toast he made or what he put on the toast. It didn't matter how nice he made life sound, how many reason he gave D-Boy to smile he always just cried more and argued. D-Boy was stupidly loyal to the thing behind the wall and permanently depressed.
Maybe... maybe if Eff acted more friendly to D-Boy...? Maybe if he pretended to like him more he could finally get D-boy to agree with him? But he hated him so much! There had to be some other way. ...Whatever. He'll worry about it tomorrow, when he had to deal with D-Boy again. Now was time to work on the wall.
Eff easily lost track of the time by filling buckets with blood and throwing the blood onto the wall, and eventually made a sloppy, thick coat of 'paint' on it.
D-boy tossed and turned on the uncomfortable bed, the blanket was extremely itchy and the bed creaked with every bit of movement, not at all helping him with his headache. Alas, it was the only bed in the whole house, so he couldn't really complain. Not that that ever stopped him before.
The familiar sordid sounds arising from beneath the floorboards was the worst, though. He knew what Mr. Eff was doing, he'd seen it, and the images flashed within his mind at every noise, forcing bile more and more up his throat from disgust. He rolled over onto his stomach and slammed the pillow over his head, pleading that Mr. Eff would stop soon.
His body and mind fought on whether he'd conk out from drowsiness or not, but slowly and surely, his body's exhaustion won. His eyes fluttered lightly before closing, and the tensity in his body ceased as he drifted off into the first sleep he'd had in weeks.