'The Tale of the Wraith and the Watcher' or 'The imperfect perfect children'
John couldn't take it. He ran in to the woods and darkness and it lead him whispered 'come'. Darkness lead him to a cliff side in a clearing. And Darkness whispered 'help'.
And he stepped out, shrouded in Darkness until a figure was clear- Dave Strider? And the figure, morbidly calm, lifted a gun to his head and- "Dave?" John stepped out of the gloom and Dave swore under his breath. "What are you doing up here?"
"What does it look like, Egderp."
'Egderp?' "You know who I am?" Blurted John. Dave, the way he turned around, startled? "Well, yeah. Who doesn't know if John Egbert- The perfect child, every mothers dream and every father wish" 'He only knows me because of that?' "Anyway, more importantly, why are you here."
"I… ummm, I ran away."
"What? Dude seriously?"
"Anyway! More importantly than that- Why were you about to shoot yourself?"
He scoffed. "Well why not Egbert. I have a gun and severe depression, what more do you want."
"Well yeah but, you're Dave Strider- infallible and unbreakable, the perfect child, self- sufficient, quiet and show no signs of pain"
He turned around and scrutinised me for an age under his glasses before slowly patting the ground. So I sat. I sat and looked down into the light at the end of the cliff edge. And I looked up and I could see the closest few houses over the tops of trees. Mine, and His. And I looked at Dave, and he looked at me. And Darkness whispered 'don't go, I can't loose you' and the Light chuckled 'but you're so good at gift giving' and Darkness whispered 'there are some things I just can't give'And Light chuckled again and said'but some things just give themselves' and we jumped, we jumped and then there was nothing, nothing but each other.
And Darkness whispered 'why, did you not know who they were?'
'Was I suppose to?' Light smirked as they took two steps forward, claiming the stolen land.
And Darkness shook their head and told a story.
A story of a boy who died when his brothers were found, one with a knife through his chest, another who died trying to fight back, even when all hope was lost and last, who's head rolled. A story of a boy who found solace in apathy, irony and shades, a boy who found a home in the perfect child, and watched as he always came to school in long sleeves and a vacant expression.
And Light nodded their head and said that they remembered that, remembered him. So Darkness carried on and told another tale.
The tale of a beaten boy, who had lost hope in salvation, grow up distant but immersed himself in people. Who had found comfort in a boy with a mask of apathy, irony and a shaded face, and watched him, and watched how they both became two perfect children,
And Light nodded their head and took a step back, letting Darkness claim back their land. And Darkness smiled a smile of grief filled with love as they gazed down on Light and said, 'Did you like the tale? The tale of the Wraith and the Watcher?'
And Light smiled, and didn't say a word.
