They said, the game is fun.
They said, the game isn't going to kill you and lighten up.
Play the game, they called.
We're waiting, they cooed.
Sell your soul to love, and when your heart is forced from you turn to the devil. They wickedly cackled as their words changed you forever...
You fall to your knees, bewildered at the utmost severity. Your two friends, Roxy Lalonde and Jane Crocker, are 10 feet away from you on both sides of your body. Footsteps, you categorize them as human, stop near your face and the footsteps' owner chuckles demonically. A garbled voice comes after and you barely make out the words,
"Bow down...your new master..." You look up and, behind your anime glasses, your eyes start tearing up. There stood a familiar face, or well, a former face. You, DIRK STRIDER, are genuinely scared of what's in front of you. You want to say something, but you can't because of your lifeless friends beside you.
"Is something wrong, Strider?" The once familiar face says to you in his once lovely-to-hear British accent and then, a malicious grin spreads across his computer-covered face. "You seem..." His last word is merged with another voice that's not his, scaring you much worse than when that grin spread across his face. "Distracted."
You try to stand, but you're ankle seems to be broken from something. Tears of pain and sorrow beg to be let free and your once best bro laughs heartily at your miserable condition. "Strider, may I tell you something?" You look up at him, that ever-so-deranged grin still evident on his face.
"Bow down..." You fall to your sides. "Before your NEW MASTER!" You hear a whole new voice take over Jake's as you fail to get up. "COME TO THE OTHER SIDE, DIRK. WE ARE WAITING, FOR YOU. COME ON NOW." You start to cry for your lost brother and boyfriend as you think, 'What else do I have to live for?'
Your hand touches the other's and you hear the familiar voice of Jake call for you. You whisk your head around and there stands Jake English in his own body and mind, like this wasn't him. The other's face morphs into another that looks like a demon skull, and you turn and reach your hand for Jake's, but the darkness around you covers your mouth and brings you to the other side. Your glasses fall to the ground, and they are the only things that keep you in this life time. Then, the glasses contacted real Jake and said to him,
"He wanted to say that he wants you to run. SO RUN!" Jake picked up the glasses as a remnant from the lost friend and ran...
This made me cry when I wrote this. I'm not a DirkJake shipper, but it seemed appropriate at the time. My inspiration for this was from a picture that had Jake wearing all his computers, meaning to look like Lord English, and holding Dirk's katana. Jane and Roxy were on Dirk's sides separated from him an equal distance away from each other and Dirk was bleeding. The green letters spelled, "Bow down...before your new master!" Scared the hell and four dollars outta me!