ALTER EGO (Through Eyes of Wanderer) Chapter 13: Bad Dream, a misc. games fanfic

Warning: Cursing

"You must tell yourself, "No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, I'm going to make it.""

- Les Brown

"You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have failed." "You have-

"I, I, Did I r-really..?" The Wanderer spoke gently to herself.

The Wanderer's mind now is burning with the words of Es' and Rex's. And it won't stop no matter how the Wanderer thinks of another explanation.

Ego Rex's warning… They warned her to be on guard with Es… And she just shrugged it off like the structure is trying to mess with her and Es, considering what Es has been telling her about them.

And now… Their words won't get her off… all because-

I failed. The Wanderer thought, it's not a statement, it's a fact to her. Of course, it's my fault. Es said this time and time again. 'That my interpretation will change her perception around her world.' And now, she believes… she believes that-! The more her mind speaks and realizes, the more her face goes pale and expressionless.

For almost an hour, she just stares at the door in front of her, fearing what will come next. The whispers… Once they were messages of the books she read and the meaning behind her test… now they're mixed about anything related to impulses.

"But one thing I know I'm good at in this situation… is to face my problem till the end." Even if it means…

And thus, the Wanderer turns the handle, entering the room she will face.

Tap…

Tap...

… There she is.

There, the librarian sits in her own chair, her whole body facing left, left arm resting on her chair and supporting her chin. Her book, long abandoned in her counter far from her. Even without looking, she knows it's the Wanderer. Of course, it's only the Wanderer… the only person that ever visited this girl.

"Hey."

"Welcome back."

"..."

"We're here at last."

"Yeah."

There was a deafening silence before the librarian spoke.

"Hey, Wanderer… I have this book here I want to read, but I'm too afraid to read it. It's a picture book… but it's strange. I can't take my eyes off it." Es spoked in a bored manner, never meeting her eyes on the Wanderer. "If I try to read it alone, I may never leave this room again."

"Really?"

Nodding, she continues, "I think this book could be dangerous for me."

"What makes you say that?" The Wanderer asked, cocking her head slightly.

"I feel it would… reveal something that might change me… Yet, I need to read it to learn who I am." Es then shifted her eyes to the Wanderer, the once eyes that do not show any expression, now it's piercing the Wanderer that screams her wrong.

"Would you… Read it with me?"

"... … … Sure." The Wanderer said, meeting her eyes with her. Those brown eyes gently look at those piercing silver's. "... What is the name of the book?"

"Mmm, the cover reads… "Alter Ego"." She said, showing the book in her hand. How the book suddenly appeared in the girl's hand, is something the Wanderer doesn't know, and maybe she'll never learn it. "I think it's safe to assume that is the title of this book."

"Then… let's start reading it." said the Wanderer as she pulled the chair, carefully not to show her already shaking hands as she sat herself in front of the librarian.

Es puts the book on the counter, and slowly opens the book. There, in the picture are two characters in the black hall, one is a girl, while the other character is wearing a wizard's hat. And they are surrounded by a speech bubble alike.

At this, the Wanderer silently gulped.

"There are two characters in this story." Es began to read. "One is a lost wanderer, the other is a girl acting as her guide." The more the girl reads, the more the Wanderer seems to be uncomfortable, "The Wanderer, who has lost her way in the world, keeps on asking:"

"Who am I? What defines the world?" The Wanderer reads it out loud, reading it with Es. "Y-you said "read it with me"?"

Seconds pass, and the girl hums, and continues to read. "The girl, who is guiding the poor wanderer, asks…

"Who are you? What defines the world?" Es spoke looking at the Wanderer herself. She's genuinely asking.

With all the tests you give me… I still don't have the answer.

"However, the girl simply doesn't realize… That she, herself, is a wanderer." The girl continues, staring at the book. But the Wanderer knows, she didn't read it, it's from the girl herself. "Through the interaction with the wanderer, she finally realizes that…" The librarian trailed off, now facing the company who's with her.

"... You don't know what comes next?" asked the Wanderer as the girl nodded.

"It just trails off after that." said Es as her attention went back to the book. "How do you think it might end?"

"I think... " ARGH!

The Wanderer suddenly felt bombarded with whispers, those cursed whispers trying to burst her head.

C̴̢̢̛̺͚͇̹̿̈́h̸͓̜̜̱̬̟̟̤͖̄͊͐̽̔́͛̔͋͘ͅo̶̡̮̳͍̟̰̮͊͜Ọ̵̥̣̼͚̟̈́̇̋̈̈́͘͜͠s̷̯͐̈͋͋e̶̝̭̓̎̊ ̷̢͌̉̈́̏̆I̶̡̪̟̯͕̤͍̅̇̓̚ḿ̴̧̼̠̖̲̹͎͖̉́̀p̶̙̬͕͙͇̪̺̟͓̐̑̄̓̓̓͠ͅƯ̷͍͙͈̩̙̱͐̔̇̂̎l̸̡̼̳̓͌̍͐̌̈́̐͘̚͝ş̷̧̬͇̥̦̾ͅͅE̸̼̬̲̬̘̮̮͊̇̉.̴̨̗͌͆̎͂̕ ̶̥̣̫̓͊͑̋̚͝C̶̡̫̮̻̮̺̀̍̕͜H̶̨̘͙͉̙͉̝͖̃̋͋̏̑ȯ̵̢̤̘̱͔̹̥̑͐͛̇̓͋̋o̵͚̥̯̠̱̗͚̺̲̩͒̄S̴̨̡̛͇̲͇͉̼̤͆͆̅͑̈́͠ë̵̛̫̺̖͔͇̤́͆́͂ͅ ̸͕̖̈́̒̌͘I̷͖͇̓͌̇M̸͖̱͙̞̹̦͔̗̻̥̂̒͝P̶͖̬̥̽͌̎̽̏̓̿̆̇ǔ̵̥̠͖̃͛̄͊͗̈̍͐Ḷ̵̻̟͕̜̗͖͈́̇̈̊̿͌̾̾̚͘s̸̢̭̠͉̹̫̟̞̣̏̄̉ę̷͎̝̹̪̐̉͜.̸̨̬̲̘̔̈́͆̒͜ͅ ̵̤͈̹̳͇̿͊͂̆͌͗C̴͕̒͋̽̈́͝H̶̱̫͇͚̤͎̥͔͕͎̏̇̑͑̿Ȯ̶̢͇̀̍͆͛̔͊̇͘o̶̜̗̜̐̈́͊̄̉͗ͅs̶̮͚͍̜̬̩͓̯̣̍̓͊͑̇̾e̵̛̙͉̘͓͍̙̯͈̞̓̓͐̿̀͝ ̷̢̮͈̻̬͙̟̪̱͋͂̈́̕͜Ǐ̵̡̝̖̭̹̜̖ͅm̴̨̟̟͋̕͝ͅͅP̶̡̺̠̜̞̜̊͗̾̏̋̓͌͝ͅÚ̷̠̭̯̺̋͐̌̂̑͘͝ḻ̴̛̞̪̱̦̟̦̻̥͊̓̇́̂̚͘ͅs̷͈̩̝̭͝͠e̵̢̨̛̯͓̩̱̥͎̯̩̓̊̈́͊̉͛̅͛̚.̵̛͓͈̩̟̥̗̪͓̹͒͌̈́̿̊͊͂̈́́ͅ ̷͇̟̈́̓͒͒́̀̚c̸͈̥̼͙̠͖̏͆̅̓͊̒͛͆͜H̴̗͍̰̝̭͐͛͌o̴̢͙̝̬̭͇̼͕̽̃̕͘Ó̶͕̰̘͙͎̹̲̺̭̃̄̅̒̑̎̑͝͝s̸̨̡̮͈̤͎̎͑̏̚e̴͚̪̱̞̯͑̓̍̋͒͂ ̶̮̝̓̅͑̉͠ͅĩ̸̧̤͖̬͕̀̍̓́̒̿͌̕͜͝m̶̜̦͔͕̹̞͒̐́́̔̓̕̚P̵̱͉͍̩̺̱̣̙͒͆̈́̔͆u̶̪̣̭̖͛͑̈͌̌L̸͖͔͕̬̪̟̹̀́͌̃͑ͅs̶̠̗͔͕̹̃̐̉̈́̅͜͝e̸̢̛̳̚͠͝ͅ.̵̺̔̔̓̍̈́̐̓ ̵̧̛̛̪̻̣͋̃̈́͐̄͂̉C̸̢̻̺̭̻̻̜͖̘͑̒͛̀̔̉̚h̶̡̺̮̟͍̹͇̣̎̓͋͝ö̶̰̩̪̳̦͎̱́̍̔̾ö̴̢̠̪̥̣́̔s̷̛̺̹̠͒̾̒̓̓͋͌̋͝E̶̡̧̞͚̪̟̦̰̅̇̈́ ̵̧̩͍̻̬̦͕̐͛͊́̅̎̑̕͝I̷̡̝̺̫̩̲̯͚̫̒̐̓̌̐̊̕͜͠͠m̸̫͐̎̈́͊̆p̴̡̡̩̬͉͙̦̗͔̅u̶̡̡̧͖̣̖̦͛̌̽͒́̄L̴̜̯͛̑̈́͂̃̃̏͠S̸̨̥̻̫͇͗͘͘e̶̝͔̯̳̝̞̪̱͑̽̐̐.̴̞̞̙͛̂ͅ ̵̧̻̯͉͔͕̜͇́̇͘Č̷̜͇͓̽͐͌͑̎̅͝͠ͅH̷̪̎̍̈́͊̌̾͊͋ŏ̷̧̙̪̖́͆͗O̸̠͚̗͕̓͛͐͝s̷͖̫͓̫̀͋̊͛͊́̚͘͘è̷̦͈͈̥̪̞̺̖̱̿ ̵̠͉͇̃̈́̀̋ĩ̷̼͈̣̂m̸̘͈͔͈̥̟̠̊̾̄̍̒̕P̵̲̗̹̫̀̇̎̈́̇u̵͍̭̹͓̹͑͂͒́͜͠l̸̻͓͇͚̹̘͈̠͑͒̇̅͒͗̆͘͜͠S̴̫̠̠̋̓̐͐̌͜ë̶̖̓̐͜.̷̧͍̯͖̰̦̩̣̺̈́́̒̌͒́̀̈́ͅ ̷̨̪̰͔̦̲̹̞̾̈́́͛͐͂͠C̸̤̀̔͂̅̈́͠h̸̨̰̟̹͚̩̏̋̑͊̅͝o̸̢̨͚͎̺͕̥͕̭̞͂̆̉̕Ö̵̼̟͕͔́̄̆̆́̉͘S̴̳̽ḛ̴̢̣̟̐̀̅̓̉̂̾͒̔͘ ̷̧̱̬̘̀͒̔̄̂͑Ỉ̵̛̘͚̞͓̹̹̄̇͑͘͜͠ṃ̴̉͑́̈́̚͠p̴̱͕̮͇̙͙̪̔̈̎́͠͠ͅǗ̵̧̲̗̟̲̹͕͉̥̰̃͒̚L̴̘͙̖̫͌͒̋s̵̛̰͛̂̏́́̕ȇ̸̯̜̗̞͂.̶͓̙̖̱̝̙̻̆̔͊̆̿̀̾͘ ̶̡̳̘͌C̸̗͓̣͓͙̼̔̒̇͒͋̽͗̆͑̀h̵̜̹͇̱̉̂͒̈̽̔̚O̶̝̤̘̰̯̼̩̥͌O̴̜͒̈́̔̆̒͛̽ş̵̭͙̦͍͈̖̈́̽̒͝ȩ̶̳̲̦̰͎̦̰̯̲̇͛͋̓ ̶̨̦̥͈̩̼̜̤̖̤̆̈́͆̆̈́͆̌͝͝I̸̮͓̱̳̘̖̾m̷͚̖̙͇̘̜̠̹̣̍̇ͅP̶̧̼̗͎̐̒̈́͋́̽̅̽̚u̵̧̨̦̜̝͇̯͍͇͈͆̈́l̶͇̥̼͚̽͗͊͜͠ş̸̻͙͔͑̊̓̑̊̈́̍̚Ȩ̷̦̗̩̼͙̼͓̾.̶̴͕̖̻̖̳͍͔̗̳̜͓͔̓́͐͐̉́́́͗̿͗̐̀̽̍̆͜͝͝C̴̢̰̱̖̝̙̖͔̠͛́̀̀̊̐̈́͝ͅH̵̱̻̆͋̾̒̓̕͘͝ȍ̵̜̥̣̦̬̩͔̱̫̚o̵̱̒S̶̡̩̱̜̫̆̃͋͜e̵͓̝̪͈̠͂ ̴̡̠͕̤͔̟̖̮̰̠̿͊̽Ì̵̧͈͖̊́͑M̴̛͎̹͔̼̈́P̷̯̜̬̟͚̲̙̆̓͒̓̓̐͘͝u̵̡̢̢̞͎̦͙̖̮̔̎̔͜l̴͕͓̠̪͍͗s̴̤̠̓̑e̴͔̫̦̼͈̯̻̾̈̈́͑̍.̴͉̔̈̐̌̍̊̈́͊̿͒ ̶̨̫́͑̈́́͂̔̔̚͝C̴̨̔̄͌̌̊̑̊͂͐͝h̶̞̰̝̀̓ó̷̳̤̫͉͑̄̆͠O̶̧̟̥̬̥̥̱͓̻͗͝S̷̨͙̜̜͇͍͍̒ẻ̷̲͚̱̹͚̲͍̊̂ ̶̛͔̤̼͍̲͍̔͗I̷̧͙͎̜̰̮̱̗͔̿̓̒͛m̴̢̜̝̈͋̿̓̓͠P̴̡̥͓̏̄̕ụ̵̼̬̹͛̿͋͌̂͒̈́̏͆Ḽ̷̡̰̖̻̯̞̣̣̹̎̽̀̀̓́s̶̢̩͖̈́͊͗̓̋̈̄̒͋͝e̷̗̼̰̖̰̙̩͗̈́͒̈̇̑͛͆͠.̴̪̰̩̥͓̈́͛̓̀̄̈́̉͘͘ ̷̘͛̿̆͝C̶̝̰̠̭̲̩̫͚̱͜͝ẖ̷̡̲̞͕̟͚̲͊O̵̭̭̬̓̓̃̈́̑̌͋̒̚o̸̬̥̒̂̐̃̄̀̐̽͑S̷̛͚͚̤̝͇̅̓̇͛̏̌̉̄͜e̸̠̤̦̭͗̈́̊̏̈́̈ͅ ̵̢̭̫̆́̈̋̾̂̇̎͘͝Į̷̻̦̓͊̆̔ͅm̵͉̭̭̈́̒p̴̧̱͍̝͔͚̉͑Ư̷͔͕͕̥̺̄̀̋͛̀̑̑͝l̷̪͖͖̱̲̪̺͎̎́̐̚͝s̸̢͇̩̳͚̹̱̝̗̐̈́̔̆̃̍͆͘̕͝E̵̩̯͚͛̒́̋̈̒͋̚͝͠.̴̨͓̳̬̌̽̄̇͌̍̑͑́ ̸̮͎͌C̵̢̦̜̼̓̀̿̈h̶̫͎̮̠̯̘̀͂͗̋Ó̸̧̹͉̓ͅo̵̡͎̘͛̔͗̊̚͝s̸̝͑̀̇͐̀̽̓ê̴͕͓̱̏͆̚ ̸̨͔̰̩̭̫̘͊̊͗̐̏́̚͝͝ͅI̷̡̦̰̲̦͊m̸̛̹͉̞̱̈́̌̊͘͜p̸̧̻͋̉̀͝Ų̴̢̼̻̂̉͒̍͐̎ļ̵̛͉͔͚̗͙̬͒̇̈̓̀ś̴͍͈̗̯͓͍̟̌͒̐̉͆̀̓͝ͅẻ̶̢̡̲̼̗͈̟͔̖̑̈̎̽.̶̴͖̪̘̮͉̹̖̜͖̙̻͕̀̋̓̒̃̂̚͠͠͝Ç̴͈̪̪͚͉͙͆H̴̛̋̒͗̉̆͜ȯ̷͙̥͖̼̼͓̼͎͔͓̊̆͝Ô̶͙̫ͅs̵̢͎̫̒̇̀̉ę̵̪̐̓ ̵͍̬̟̖͍͔͔̿͜Ȋ̴̧̎̎̓̈m̸̛̘̘̘͕̮̱͇͇͒̆̀̔̚͝p̸̨̪̼̯̻͕̞̍̅͑̍̈̒̐̀̋͆Ú̷̖̝̥̦͕̙͙͚͂̈́̑̆̕̕͝l̴̜̮͗̒̈́̀̀̇͠s̵͉̫̭̈́̿̐͋̽e̸͚̹̤͉͋͆͒̈́̌̀͌͊̀̐.̷͚̖̄͒ ̵̯̻͉̞̘̞̱̜̈́͗̃̓͒̚̚Ĉ̵̫̹͓͓͚̗̲̻̥̠͑̏̒̽́̀͝ẖ̷̢̢͖͖̘͈̦̹̈̂̔̐̃̉͑͘͘ͅǪ̵̹͚̟̤͙͈͙̈́̀̏̀ͅͅo̵̰̹͖͙͕̊̅̃̐̍́͛͜S̴͇͔̳̩̲͙̜̹̝̑e̷̢̡͚̫͓̯̓̂̆̂͊̍̌̀̈́͠ ̷̛̥̹̓̅̌͌͛͝͠ͅI̵̢̛̓̈ͅm̴̢̱̹͉͔̗̰̮̞̎͊̒̈́̀̐͗͆̕͝p̸̧̝̜͑͂̈̔̂͊̿̓͋̏u̸̢͍̮̝̦̘͐͂̈́L̵̨̳͛ṣ̸̡͔̠͓̪̘̃͑̉̈́̄̃́͘͝e̵̥̟̱̾͑͆̽̎͂͆.̴͔̠̙̗͓̎̆̄̀͒̉̀͒͗͠

The Wanderer tries to steady herself. Trying to not show what's happening to the librarian next to her. "I think... I-I think..."

C̴̢̢̛̺͚͇̹̿̈́h̸͓̜̜̱̬̟̟̤͖̄͊͐̽̔́͛̔͋͘ͅo̶̡̮̳͍̟̰̮͊͜Ọ̵̥̣̼͚̟̈́̇̋̈̈́͘͜͠s̷̯͐̈͋͋e̶̝̭̓̎̊ ̷̢͌̉̈́̏̆I̶̡̪̟̯͕̤͍̅̇̓̚ḿ̴̧̼̠̖̲̹͎͖̉́̀p̶̙̬͕͙͇̪̺̟͓̐̑̄̓̓̓͠ͅƯ̷͍͙͈̩̙̱͐̔̇̂̎l̸̡̼̳̓͌̍͐̌̈́̐͘̚͝ş̷̧̬͇̥̦̾ͅͅE̸̼̬̲̬̘̮̮͊̇̉.̴̨̗͌͆̎͂̕ ̶̥̣̫̓͊͑̋̚͝C̶̡̫̮̻̮̺̀̍̕͜H̶̨̘͙͉̙͉̝͖̃̋͋̏̑ȯ̵̢̤̘̱͔̹̥̑͐͛̇̓͋̋o̵͚̥̯̠̱̗͚̺̲̩͒̄S̴̨̡̛͇̲͇͉̼̤͆͆̅͑̈́͠ë̵̛̫̺̖͔͇̤́͆́͂ͅ ̸͕̖̈́̒̌͘I̷͖͇̓͌̇M̸͖̱͙̞̹̦͔̗̻̥̂̒͝P̶͖̬̥̽͌̎̽̏̓̿̆̇ǔ̵̥̠͖̃͛̄͊͗̈̍͐Ḷ̵̻̟͕̜̗͖͈́̇̈̊̿͌̾̾̚͘s̸̢̭̠͉̹̫̟̞̣̏̄̉ę̷͎̝̹̪̐̉͜.̸̨̬̲̘̔̈́͆̒͜ͅ ̵̤͈̹̳͇̿͊͂̆͌͗C̴͕̒͋̽̈́͝H̶̱̫͇͚̤͎̥͔͕͎̏̇̑͑̿Ȯ̶̢͇̀̍͆͛̔͊̇͘o̶̜̗̜̐̈́͊̄̉͗ͅs̶̮͚͍̜̬̩͓̯̣̍̓͊͑̇̾e̵̛̙͉̘͓͍̙̯͈̞̓̓͐̿̀͝ ̷̢̮͈̻̬͙̟̪̱͋͂̈́̕͜Ǐ̵̡̝̖̭̹̜̖ͅm̴̨̟̟͋̕͝ͅͅP̶̡̺̠̜̞̜̊͗̾̏̋̓͌͝ͅÚ̷̠̭̯̺̋͐̌̂̑͘͝ḻ̴̛̞̪̱̦̟̦̻̥͊̓̇́̂̚͘ͅs̷͈̩̝̭͝͠e̵̢̨̛̯͓̩̱̥͎̯̩̓̊̈́͊̉͛̅͛̚.̵̛͓͈̩̟̥̗̪͓̹͒͌̈́̿̊͊͂̈́́ͅ ̷͇̟̈́̓͒͒́̀̚c̸͈̥̼͙̠͖̏͆̅̓͊̒͛͆͜H̴̗͍̰̝̭͐͛͌o̴̢͙̝̬̭͇̼͕̽̃̕͘Ó̶͕̰̘͙͎̹̲̺̭̃̄̅̒̑̎̑͝͝s̸̨̡̮͈̤͎̎͑̏̚e̴͚̪̱̞̯͑̓̍̋͒͂ ̶̮̝̓̅͑̉͠ͅĩ̸̧̤͖̬͕̀̍̓́̒̿͌̕͜͝m̶̜̦͔͕̹̞͒̐́́̔̓̕̚P̵̱͉͍̩̺̱̣̙͒͆̈́̔͆u̶̪̣̭̖͛͑̈͌̌L̸͖͔͕̬̪̟̹̀́͌̃͑ͅs̶̠̗͔͕̹̃̐̉̈́̅͜͝e̸̢̛̳̚͠͝ͅ.̵̺̔̔̓̍̈́̐̓ ̵̧̛̛̪̻̣͋̃̈́͐̄͂̉C̸̢̻̺̭̻̻̜͖̘͑̒͛̀̔̉̚h̶̡̺̮̟͍̹͇̣̎̓͋͝ö̶̰̩̪̳̦͎̱́̍̔̾ö̴̢̠̪̥̣́̔s̷̛̺̹̠͒̾̒̓̓͋͌̋͝E̶̡̧̞͚̪̟̦̰̅̇̈́ ̵̧̩͍̻̬̦͕̐͛͊́̅̎̑̕͝I̷̡̝̺̫̩̲̯͚̫̒̐̓̌̐̊̕͜͠͠m̸̫͐̎̈́͊̆p̴̡̡̩̬͉͙̦̗͔̅u̶̡̡̧͖̣̖̦͛̌̽͒́̄L̴̜̯͛̑̈́͂̃̃̏͠S̸̨̥̻̫͇͗͘͘e̶̝͔̯̳̝̞̪̱͑̽̐̐.̴̞̞̙͛̂ͅ ̵̧̻̯͉͔͕̜͇́̇͘Č̷̜͇͓̽͐͌͑̎̅͝͠ͅH̷̪̎̍̈́͊̌̾͊͋ŏ̷̧̙̪̖́͆͗O̸̠͚̗͕̓͛͐͝s̷͖̫͓̫̀͋̊͛͊́̚͘͘è̷̦͈͈̥̪̞̺̖̱̿ ̵̠͉͇̃̈́̀̋ĩ̷̼͈̣̂m̸̘͈͔͈̥̟̠̊̾̄̍̒̕P̵̲̗̹̫̀̇̎̈́̇u̵͍̭̹͓̹͑͂͒́͜͠l̸̻͓͇͚̹̘͈̠͑͒̇̅͒͗̆͘͜͠S̴̫̠̠̋̓̐͐̌͜ë̶̖̓̐͜.̷̧͍̯͖̰̦̩̣̺̈́́̒̌͒́̀̈́ͅ ̷̨̪̰͔̦̲̹̞̾̈́́͛͐͂͠C̸̤̀̔͂̅̈́͠h̸̨̰̟̹͚̩̏̋̑͊̅͝o̸̢̨͚͎̺͕̥͕̭̞͂̆̉̕Ö̵̼̟͕͔́̄̆̆́̉͘S̴̳̽ḛ̴̢̣̟̐̀̅̓̉̂̾͒̔͘ ̷̧̱̬̘̀͒̔̄̂͑Ỉ̵̛̘͚̞͓̹̹̄̇͑͘͜͠ṃ̴̉͑́̈́̚͠p̴̱͕̮͇̙͙̪̔̈̎́͠͠ͅǗ̵̧̲̗̟̲̹͕͉̥̰̃͒̚L̴̘͙̖̫͌͒̋s̵̛̰͛̂̏́́̕ȇ̸̯̜̗̞͂.̶͓̙̖̱̝̙̻̆̔͊̆̿̀̾͘ ̶̡̳̘͌C̸̗͓̣͓͙̼̔̒̇͒͋̽͗̆͑̀h̵̜̹͇̱̉̂͒̈̽̔̚O̶̝̤̘̰̯̼̩͌O̴̜͒̈́̔̆̒͛̽ş̵̭͙̦̈́̽̒͝ȩ̶̳̲̦̰͎̦̰̯̲̇͛͋̓ ̶̨̦̥͈̩̼̜̤̖̤̆̈́͆̆̈́͆̌͝͝I̸̮͓̱̳̘̖̾m̷͚̖̙͇̘̜̠̹̣̍̇ͅP̶̧̼̗͎̐̒̈́͋́̽̅̽̚u̵̧̨̦̜̝͇̯͍͇͈͆̈́l̶͇̥̼͚̽͗͊͜͠ş̸̻͙͔͑̊̓̑̊̈́̍̚Ȩ̷̦̗̩̼͙̼͓̾.̶̴͕̖̻̖̳͍͔̗̳̜͓͔̓́͐͐̉́́́͗̿͗̐̀̽̍̆͜͝͝C̴̢̰̱̖̝̙̖͔̠͛́̀̀̊̐̈́͝ͅH̵̱̻̆͋̾̒̓̕͘͝ȍ̵̜̥̣̦̬̩͔̱̫̚o̵̱̒S̶̡̩̱̜̫̆̃͋͜e̵͓̝̪͈̠͂ ̴̡̠͕̤͔̟̖̮̰̠̿͊̽Ì̵̧͈͖̊́͑M̴̛͎̹͔̼̈́P̷̯̜̬̟͚̲̙̆̓͒̓̓̐͘͝u̵̡̢̢̞͎̦͙̖̮̔̎̔͜l̴͕͓̠̪͍͗s̴̤̠̓̑e̴͔̫̦̼͈̯̻̾̈̈́͑̍.̴͉̔̈̐̌̍̊̈́͊̿͒ ̶̨̫́͑̈́́͂̔̔̚͝C̴̨̔̄͌̌̊̑̊͂͐͝h̶̞̰̝̀̓ó̷̳̤̫͉͑̄̆͠O̶̧̟̥̬̥̥̱͓͗͝S̷̨͙̜̜͇͍͍̒ẻ̷̲͚̱̹͚̲͍̊̂ ̶̛͔̤̼͍̲͍̔͗I̷̧͙͎̜̰̮̱̗͔̿̓̒͛m̴̢̜̝̈͋̿̓̓͠P̴̡̥͓̏̄̕ụ̵̼̬̹͛̿͋͌̂͒̈́̏͆Ḽ̷̡̰̖̻̯̞̣̣̹̎̽̀̀̓́s̶̢̩͖̈́͊͗̓̋̈̄̒͋͝e̷̗̼̰̖̰̙̩͗̈́͒̈̇̑͛͆͠.̴̪̰̩̥͓̈́͛̓̀̄̈́̉͘͘ ̷̘͛̿̆͝C̶̝̰̠̭̲̩̫͚̱͜͝ẖ̷̡̲̞͕̟͚̲͊O̵̭̭̬̓̓̃̈́̑̌͋̒̚o̸̬̥̒̂̐̃̄̀̐̽͑S̷̛͚͚̤̝͇̅̓̇͛̏̌̉̄͜e̸̠̤̦̭͗̈́̊̏̈́̈ͅ ̵̢̭̫̆́̈̋̾̂̇̎͘͝Į̷̻̦̓͊̆̔ͅm̵͉̭̭̈́̒p̴̧̱͍̝͔͚̉͑Ư̷͔͕͕̥̺̄̀̋͛̀̑̑͝l̷̪͖͖̱̲̪̺͎̎́̐̚͝s̸̢͇̩̳͚̹̱̝̗̐̈́̔̆̃̍͆͘̕͝E̵̩̯͚͛̒́̋̈̒͋̚͝͠.̴̨͓̳̬̌̽̄̇͌̍̑͑́ ̸̮͎͌C̵̢̦̜̼̓̀̿̈h̶̫͎̮̠̯̘̀͂͗̋Ó̸̧̹͉̓ͅo̵̡͎̘͛̔͗̊̚͝s̸̝͑̀̇͐̀̽̓ê̴͕͓̱̏͆̚ ̸̨͔̰̩̭̫̘͊̊͗̐̏́̚͝͝ͅI̷̡̦̰̲̦͊m̸̛̹͉̞̱̈́̌̊͘͜p̸̧̻͋̉̀͝Ų̴̢̼̻̂̉͒̍͐̎ļ̵̛͉͔͚̗͙̬͒̇̈̓̀ś̴͍͈̗̯͓͍̟̌͒̐̉͆̀̓͝ͅẻ̶̢̡̲̼̗͈̟͔̖̑̈̎̽.̶̴͖̪̘̮͉̹̖̜͖̙̻͕̀̋̓̒̃̂̚͠͠͝Ç̴͈̪̪͚͉͙͆H̴̛̋̒͗̉̆͜ȯ̷͙̥͖̼̼͓̼͎͔͓̊̆͝Ô̶͙̫ͅs̵̢͎̫̒̇̀̉ę̵̪̐̓ ̵͍̬̟̖͍͔͔̿͜Ȋ̴̧̎̎̓̈m̸̛̘̘̘͕̮̱͇͇͒̆̀̔̚͝p̸̨̪̼̯̻͕̞̍̅͑̍̈̒̐̀̋͆Ú̷̖̝̥̦͕̙͙͚͂̈́̑̆̕̕͝l̴̜̮͗̒̈́̀̀̇͠s̵͉̫̭̈́̿̐͋̽e̸͚̹̤͉͋͆͒̈́̌̀͌͊̀̐.̷͚̖̄͒

What is wrong with choosing impulses anyway? This horrid, horrid world imprisoned this girl who didn't even give a chance to discover herself. If that's the case then… if choosing impulse is the only answer…!

This world is nothing but suffering that a tyrant ruler wannabe controls. This world… this world...

"This world should not be permitted to exist."

The whispering finally subsides, but the Wanderer on the other hand…

Did… Did I… Really just… Said that..? The Wanderer thought in horror. Her stomach is already twisting in anguish. Horrified that she was able to think such a thing as that.

This world… this world might be bad… But, this world is also a proof to the Wanderer, proof to her that Es… is real. Not all things are seen black and white after all. And Ego Rex might not be the best when lighting up with their whole "Conform to society" and stuff, but… their "heart" is in the right place. Just their approach is… questionable.

"At the end of the journey… the girl denies the world itself." The voice of the said girl snapping her thoughts. And… the Wanderer for the first time in that world the Wanderer felt… genuine terrified. Because the way the girl spoke those words… is full of malice.

"See? The outcome was decided before it even began. This world should not be allowed to exist." Es continued, her voice filled with more and more venom. "The Façade should not exist. So…" She stands up, the book now closed, tightly held in her hand. "Since I know now… It's all right now. That's why… This world… This place will…" She closed her eyes, and said with controlled voice, "... Come back again."

Wait- "Wha-? No! After all that whole ominous speech you give I won't!" The Wanderer slammed both of her fists on the counter, not caring now if this would be too far. "Es. With all the things you've done for me, I don't want you to be like this!"

"But dear Wanderer… Because of you… I've finally worked out the truth of this world." Her ever stoic face becomes more and more twisted with a smile, a manic smile that would forever burn in the eyes of the Wanderer. "This is my world. And I alone exist in it. This whole world is just an endless dream I've manifested."

The place suddenly shook, books and alike fell in their places, the library bits by bits destroyed by the shock of the place.

But the owner stands there not caring about her world. "This world is already predetermined." And her face twisted into full manic. "I am the be-all and end- -all of this world!"

"E-Es?" The Wanderer is now shaking. Taking a little step back unknowingly. She doesn't know what to do here. Her known friend… is denying the whole existence around her.

"So, I can do whatever the hell I want!" Es yelled as she laughed, as if whatever she's thinking right now would be entertaining. "There was never any point in holding back. I can do what I want; follow my impulses. I can destroy what I want. Love what I want! First, I'll deal with that f*cking Façade. F*cker keeps telling me I'm a mistake and a failure."

That's the first time she heard this girl cursed. Actually, she never thought she could use curse words. Yet, here she was, facing the suddenly all-powered girl that is cursing.

"Over and over… and over, over and over and overandoveroverandover…" She scowled but then put on her insane face again. "They just keep criticising!"

"Es, wait! I-! Aaarrgghhh!" The Wanderer is suddenly pulled back by an unknown force, as if someone tries to force her to stop in that place she stands.

"I've had enough! It makes me wanna puke! Conform, conform, that's what all they say! Always telling me what I should do! What I shouldn't! They don't know what they even say! Conform for the sake of conformity!? How closed-minded can you get?! What are they!? A f*cking dog?! What a bullsh*t! I wanna feel everything, you know!?"

"Es! Es! L-Listen!" shouted the Wanderer, as she tries with all her might to get close to the girl, not caring if something might happen to her if she gets close to the clearly insane girl.

But she can't budge from her place.

"F*ck the rules! F*ck the sh*th*ds who make them! This is our world! An uninhibited world of impulse and pleasure!"

No! Please no! Let this be a dream! Let this be a bad dream!

The Wanderer doesn't know why, the Wanderer doesn't know how, but her vision is getting blurry, and she has a hard time breathing, as if where she stands now is getting heavier every second.

"No that's not enough! Not enough! I will destroy this world! Break it! DesTroY It! BReaK iT! DeStRoy IT! bReAk It! DEsTrOY…"

"Es!!! Es!!!" The Wanderer never stopped calling her name, her consciousness slipping away.

"iT… I… Plea…"

Through eyes of wanderer, she meets eyes to eyes for the last time. And she saw it, in just that glimpse, the girl became miserable, and let out a single tear.

"For...gi… Me..."

"ES!!!!!"

In a flash, the Wanderer suddenly, mentally saw a mirror, said mirror then cracked, but a blur yet clear image of the certain girl smiling maniacally was shown there.

And

...

darkness

...

greets

...

her.