Wanted to write something with the 2p making a deal... so this abomination was born.

'You can't save everyone.'

This was the statement that went through Alfred's' mind. It wasn't his voice, it couldn't be, he was the hero, and of course he could save everyone. Right?

Over the past few months Al started to hear this voice, he only started hearing it every once in a while, but it slowly became more and more frequent. It eventually got to the point where he would hardly leave his room. No one could coax him out of his room. Not Arthur, Francis, Matthew, nor anyone else could get him out. They were becoming worried about him, especially Arthur; he couldn't help but worry about the state of mind of the country.

He was currently in a corner of his room, huddled in a comforter, trying to block off the voice; Al didn't know whether or not it was day or night, for all sources of light were cut off. He was staring to shake, meaning that the voice was coming again, "Oh dear god, please no…" he muttered to himself.

'You keep trying to save everyone, but you can't really protect someone without hurting them. Not everyone can be saved, and you can't change that. Even though you keep saying 'I'm the hero! I'm the hero!' How weak-'

"Stop, shut up! I am the hero!" Al screeched, throwing a vase across the room, hitting a wall and shattering into pieces. He couldn't stand this anymore, he wanted it to end, and he wanted this voice gone so badly.

'I'm getting to you aren't I? You know that there's a way to fix all this despair."

Al looked up, even though all he saw was the darkness of the ceiling. "Really, tell me." Al was desperate, he was losing his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore. 'Look in the mirror.' Al stood up and walked to nearest mirror in is room, which was in his bathroom, and turned on the light to look in the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw looking back at him.

His now pale skin, from not seeing sunlight for god knows long, was now slightly tanned, sunny blonde locks now blood red, glasses now turned into black shades that covered his red eyes. Al looked at image, unable to speak, until the image spoke to him.

'Want to make a deal?'

Al stared at the image, his mouth open wide. "A d-deal?"

'Yep, and simply put it, we switch. I'll become you and you become me. In exchange, you'll never have to worry about disappointing yourself, or others by failing at being a hero. Instead, be the villain. I can show you a world where you don't have to care anymore. The 2p world.'

"The villain?" Al repeated, he wasn't sure whether or not he lost his mind at this point, but he didn't even care. If he could stop this voice, if he could stop this feeling then so be it.

'Do we have a deal?'

"Deal."

Always wanted to write something like this! I'll see if I will continue this.

stay awesome,

tacos