Notes from Marisa: Ooh! Big thankees to all you guys who reviewed from Bibly and me! And a big, big thanks to AD-Chan for making this lovely piece of fanart! (http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=112106) ^_^ If you have some fanart, please, feel free to send it to one of us!
Now, may I present...
By Miss Marisa (the conceited girl who decided to put her name first) and Bibly
Chapter 5
Forte found himself drifting in and out of conciousness. He hurt everywhere...blackness...Someone was carrying him...blackness again...he was on a lab table...back at the lab?...damn, his shoulder hurt...
"Rock?"
Blues's voice. It was so...distant. "Rock!"
"Ugh..." Forte groaned.
"Man, Forte was really mad at you for something." Blues whistled. "You're in real bad shape. Dad and Roll went back to the storage closet to get some more equipment."
Forte forced back a chuckle. "Can't imagine why."
"You know, when he threw you at me, you were a bit heavy." Blues grinned. "Maybe you should go on a diet."
"I don't eat, you stupid asshole." Forte sneered.
Blues was a bit taken back by the comment. "What...? Rock, I don't think I've ever heard you curse before."
"Yeah? Well maybe he should start." Forte tried to sit up, but he was still damaged.
"What do you mean 'He'?" Blues was getting suspicious. "Rock, you've been acting strange all day. What the hell's going on?"
Now he suspects something. Forte thought, Good job, Rock.
No.
Oh dear god NO! Forte's mind screamed, I just called myself Rock! Forte tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard.
Forte throat felt tight, and his eyes tingled a bit.
HOLY FUCK. Forte mentally cursed, I'm going to cry. NO! NO! NO CRY! CRYING BAD!
His eyes filled with tears. He tried to blink them back, but to no avail. They soon rolled down the sides of his face.
"What's happening to me?" He had already choked it out before he realized he had said it aloud.
"Rock? Wh..what's wrong?" Blues's voice was filled with worry.
Not worry for me, Forte mentally hissed, No, he's worried about that little blue body-thief ROCK! That bastard! I could kill them bo-
Killing is wrong!
Holy shi-
Cussing is wrong too!
WHO ARE YOU?!
I'm your programming, Rock!
SHUT UP! I AM NOT ROCK!
Of course you are! You're in Rock's body, you must be Rock!
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
"I'M FORTE!"
No you aren't. Forte is in in Forte's body. The programming said calmly.
"No! You don't get it! Rock is in Forte's body! MY body!"
The 'voice' was silent. It was replaced by another voice.
"...You really believe what you're saying, don't you?" Blues asked.
"Wha-?" Forte gasped. Had he said all that out loud?
"Rock...have all these years of fighting...have they been getting to you?"
"What're you talking about? I'm serious!" Forte exclaimed. He think's I'm nuts! Forte realized. But then something else struck him. What if I am?
"I...I'll go get dad, okay?" Blues started, backing away from the table. "I'll let him know something's wrong-"
"DON'T. YOU. DARE." Forte hissed.
Rock sat on Forte's uncomfortable bed, wearing Forte's boring black clothes, staring up at Forte's pathetic ceiling.
I want to go home. But Forte's there. He stole my body, my home, my family...they all looked so perfect together.
So kill 'im!
What?
Kill him!
Um, no, I don't think I want to go quite that far...
Kill him!
Is that all you say?
Kill him!
I guess so...
That's right! Kill him!
No! I didn't mean 'I guess I should kill him'!
Well you should!
Who are you? Rock thought.
I'm Forte's programming!
You can't tell me what to do!
Heh. As long as you're in Forte's body, I can make you do any shit I want you to.
Shut up!
Hell no!
"Shut UP!" Rock sat up and clutched the sides of his head, clamping his eyes shut.
No way!
"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU GOD DAMN LITTLE SHIT! I DON'T FUCKING HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!"
Ahh, you haven't even noticed what's happening.
"What the hell are you talking about? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Listen to how freely you're cursing! Isn't it just beautiful?
"NO! GO AWAY!"
And hurting Blues like that in the mall? Your own brother! My, my, Rock, that sounds a lot like something FORTE would do!
"NO! NO! NO! I AM NOT FORTE!"
But you're turning into him.
"I AM NOT FORTE! I AM ROCK! I'M ROCK, DAMMIT!"
"Is that so?"
Rock froze, and turned to the right. Standing in the doorway to Forte's room was none other than Dr. Wily.
"Oh...shit." Rock said.