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Some of Christian's senses return to him in a delirious swirl.
Christian is floating in a void. He can see nothing, but he is aware of his body. Echoing at the edge of his hearing is the faintest sound of voices.
He lifts a hand to his face, the feel of his goatee beneath his fingers reminding him of things. As soon as it makes contact, he is suddenly able to see his own body, as if a light has been switched on. He sees the mess that has been made of his lower body.
"So- S-Sonichu," he stammers in confusion. Only faint memories of the past fifteen minutes drift in his memory. "Where are you?"
Gravity suddenly activates. He falls, with no floor in sight. His horrified scream reaching no ears.
The vast folds of fat around his body cushion the blow somewhat as he makes impact, saving what is left of his vital organs. He curls up on the floor in pain, groaning and squirming.
Footsteps.
Slow, steady footsteps, coming closer.
Christian freezes. "He-help me," he pleads into the darkness.
More footsteps. Two sets. Beating out an ominous percussion duet on the cold, hard floor. Still coming closer - crescendo.
Christian dares not even breathe, trying to contain his agony.
Finally, the tapping ends, and Christian sees two pairs of feet before his eyes. One foot immediately kicks him in the face.
Crying in pain, Christian recoils and tries to crawl away, but he feels two strong pairs of hands grabbing him by the arms and pulling him back. He can do naught but whimper as the impending unknown comes ever closer.
The void trapping Chris suddenly lights up, revealing itself. It is comprised of only a floor and a sky - one black, one violet, swirling dizzily in the air.
Christian looks up and sees his attackers. His mouth forces itself open in complete shock. Before his eyes are two men. One has a thick beard and a wild grin. The other has short, spiky hair, and is pouting.
The horror and fear in Chris' mind evaporates, a wisp of forgotten smoke in the ether. In its place, the seething fires of rage take hold.
"Clyde Cash," he says. "Clyde...Cash."
Clyde ceases pouting, and simply grins at the target of his life's trolling, nude, mutilated and helpless on the floor of the time void. "Hey, fatass. Pay respect to the true mayor of CWCville. It's the least you can do considering you killed him." He directs Chris' stare to the person next to him.
Christian vaguely remembers this person. He vaguely remembers cursing him after that phone conversation...long ago...during which he was forced to declare this man the mayor of CWCville. He vaguely remembers privately rejoicing to the news of his death.
"Billy Mays?" he asks.
The man is silent, still with an unnerving grin across his face.
"It ca- it can't be. You're dea- Billy Mays is deaCHRISTIAN LET ME OUT."
Silence. No-one moves.
Clyde speaks. "Both of us are dead. And we're paying a visit to this time void especially for you, Chris."
Christian tries to seem defiant. "There's no point! I'll be dead soon, anyway. Look at these injuries." He watches in confusion as Clyde and who he believes to be Billy Mays simply laugh it off.
"Wow, Chris. Wow. You truly are a fucking idiot. I'd go so far as to say you're a disgrace to HFAs everywhere. THIS IS A FUCKING TIME VOID. It takes TIME for your wounds to kill you. But TIME doesn't pass here. Get it, genius?"
His only defense shattered, Christian screams, "What do you want with me?!"
"What do we want?" says Clyde. "I think Billy can field that one."
Billy Mays holds up some kind of metal implement, about the size of a baseball bat. It is pointed, and covered in barbs and spikes. He is still grinning. He is still silent.
Chris becomes devoid of all emotion upon seeing it. "Just...let me diI WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO DIE CHRISTIAN."
"I'll hold him down, you get busy," Clyde tells Billy, who does not say a word, but moves toward Chris, his grin now tinged with hatred.
Christian has become passive, submissive. He can no longer find the strength to fight back; he simply lies in anguish as Clyde grabs his arms, pressing them down against the floor. He simply stares vacantly into the violet sky as Billy Mays moves the spiked bat towards him.
His soul cries out for death's embrace as the tips penetrate and tear through the tissue in his body - his intestines, his kidneys, his stomach, all ravaged beyond repair. The bat turns and grinds through his organs, mashing them into an unrecognizable paste. Millions of his nerve endings are destroyed, but Chris no longer responds to their desperate signals.
Neverending violet, swirling dizzily in the air. Light clouds pass by overhead. Christian can feel it - he can feel himself finally slipping, retreating into his mind, back into CWCville as it was meant to be - pristine, clean, perfect - back with Sonichu as his loyal friend and creation -
CWCville suddenly begins to change around him. Fire. A furious inferno, blackening every wall, melting and destroying the world he built for himself to escape reality.
The destroyed buildings melt into a huge black pool, surrounding Christian to his knees. He looks down and sees his reflection in the sludge - and for the first time in his life, he catches a glimpse of himself as he truly is. Not as he imagines himself. No longer clouded by the storm of autism. For a split second, Christian realises what he has done to himself.
The sea around him begins to rage, swirling and twisting, bubbling and boiling. Christian begins to feel himself sinking under...