- This is a nightmare and did not actually happen
Bing's fingers are shaking. Jim is screaming. Other Jim is silent. There's blood. There's panic. It-It can't-! This can't be real!
Jim is howling as he scrabbles to pull his brother closer, lashing out at any of them who come near. His brother isn't dead, he screams, he'll wake up any second now. It's just a prank! It's a horrible prank!
Red is the one who manages to pull Jim away, having to use more strength than I think anyone expects to keep him back as Green scoops up the form of Jim's lifeless brother and carries him away.
Bing glimpses the blood running down Other Jim's face and he stumbles back. He didn't… He didn't mean to… His apology dies in his throat as he realises that it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how sorry he is. Nobody will want to hear it. His apologies are worthless.
Bing jumps as a firm grip takes him by the arm and forcefully drags him towards the door. Google, eyes ablaze with fury, is dragging him away, pulling Bing through the corridors, though they can still hear Jim screaming long after they've left.
It's not until they're in the computer lab that it even occurs to Bing where they're going, trying to pull back when he sees the small plastic prison room tucked away in the corner. Google though doesn't even falter and when they get to the door, he all but tosses the cyborg inside and slams the door behind him.
Bing stumbles but returns to the wall, pressing his hands flat against it, tears streaming down his face as he begs with Google not to do this! Please! It w-wasn't-! He d-didn't-!
Everything shorts out when Google turns the walls on, an electric current dancing along them, the whole room humming into life. The current passes straight into Bing, tripping everything in him and he crumples to the ground as his robotic half shuts down almost completely.
Everything goes into emergency reset, though it does nothing to stop the panic attack and breathing problems that came with the momentary loss of his internal life support. Slowly everything comes back online and Bing, glitching, everything hurting, carefully pushes himself up.
As he looks through the wall, he sees Google stood at the controls, a look of seething and pure hatred directed right at him. Bing glitches, collapses to the floor again and just lays there, his eyes closed. He doesn't have the strength to move. He doesn't have the right. He didn't mean to. He would never-
Except he did. Jim is dead and it's all on him. Jim's blood is on his hands. No one will ever forgive him. No one ever should.
Time passes, he doesn't know how much, when he hears the walls shut down, followed by a loud shout of MURDERER! He's barely moved when he can feel a tightness around his neck, and his eyes shoot open in panic to see Jim.
Jim's eyes are filled with a rage unlike Bing has ever seen. Jim's crying as his hands, wrapped around Bing's neck, squeeze tighter and tighter, trying to squeeze the very life out of the man who killed his brother. The edge of Bing's vision starts to darken before he gets the strength to try and fight back, even then his robotic arm is sluggish, his breathing labored. Reaching up, he tries to push Jim away but it's useless. Jims are remarkably strong at the best of times, to protect their brother they will do anything.
No one ever thought they'd see what would happen if they should lose one.
Bing wakes from the nightmare with a start, getting a glimpse of people stood around his bed and darkness all around him before he feels it seep into his mind and drag him down into a dreamless sleep. His body, strained from a week of nothing but emotional and physical distress, relaxes deeply. There's something strangely familiar about this darkness, something…almost reassuring. The familiar comfort helps to throw things into a bit of a contrast. Memories becoming jumbled in his mind. Things that happened, things that may have happened, things that might not have. The darkness just allows a few things to slowly drift into the right place, though a lot of it remains mixed up.
When it leaves, Bing's mind is in turmoil. A mess of memories, he's not sure what's real and what isn't, waking up to see his bed surrounded by Dr Iplier, Google, the Host, Dark, and Wilford. Dark looks weak and every one is looking to him with concern.
"Wh-what happened?" Bing's panic leaps as he remembers Jim's screams. "D-Did I kill s-someone else?"