A/N - Some fates are worse than death
Jim is the last to lower his hands, feeling sluggish and off, like he's an inch to the right of where he actually is. It takes him a moment to realise that his brother is looking at him with wide panicked eyes.
"What?"
His brother just points, and Jim feels something start to trickle down his face, though he doesn't think he's crying. Raising his fingers, he brushes across the strange feeling and when he pulls them away, they're red.
…blood…?
Jim's chest begins to shake as he looks at his fingers, his lips curling at the edges and a high pitched giggle bubbling forth as he looks up at the group that are gathered around him.
As other Jim goes to move forward, Silver grabs him from behind, having to wrap his arms around the Jim's chest and drag him back, a look of sheer panic on his face. Silver turns and shouts something. Everybody moves away, all of them wide-eyed in fear.
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The laughter is ringing around him, it's all he can hear and Jim knows he should be afraid but there's something….something is stopping him…it won't…it won't let him…
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Nobody in the room notices as Jim passes out, because his body stays standing, a cruel grin on his lips, blood dripping from his right eye and his body shaking with the insane laughter.
His brother is pushing towards hysteria, twisting and fighting against the hold around him, shouting for his brother, convinced, absolutely certain that if he shouts loud enough, that if he can just break free and grab his brother he can make this stop!
Sliver is struggling but he refuses to let Jim go, shouting for everyone to step back as the laughter begins. It gets worse and Jim is getting more aggressive. Silver honestly doesn't know how much longer he can keep a hold on him when the other Jim snarls and raises his hand to point.
No one knows who or what he's pointing at, the finger directed at no one. His mouth opens and a snarl layered with a faint static comes out. Clenching his hand into a fist, Jim lets out a guttural scream, his form seeming to glitch in place as he turns this way and that, making the same noise as he looks at them all. Then suddenly, the air seems to split around him as Jim disappears.
The air is electric and Jim is screaming now, finally breaking free of Silver and running to the space where his brother was moments before, frantically reaching for the air where his brother had just been, as though he believes Jim's just turned invisible, but there's nothing there.
"Jim! JIM!" he shouts, his hands are grasping at the air, reaching this way and that. He can't be gone. He can't! "JIM!"
No one says anything, not sure what they've just witnessed, and Jim turns, pure anger, burning in his eyes as he runs at Silver, smacking into him. The two of them slam to the ground, Jim's arms swinging and punching and beating at him, as he screams.
"WHY DID YOU STOP ME! I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM!"
Bing stumbles back, stopping when the Host grabs his arm, doing what he can to reassure him as Wilford and Google move to drag Jim off Silver. It takes both of them, Jim kicking and screaming and shouting as he's pulled away.
"YOU'RE NO HERO! YOU'RE A COWARD!"
Jim's face has gone red and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. Dark tells Wilford to take Dr Iplier and Jim to the clinic. Calm him down, by whatever means the doctor deems necessary.
Silver's in shock, barely having been able to raise his hands to try and protect himself. There's scratches on his cheek, and as he shifts he feels his body throb with what he can only assume will blossom into bruises over the coming hours. Bim pushes him to stay lying down which honestly he's kind of okay with because everything's swimming a little bit even on the ground. Once Jim's calm, they'll get him to the clinic and deal with his injuries.
Dark glances over the remaining egos, huddled in various positions, all seemingly reassuring each other over what's just happened. Marvin's a short way off, seemingly muttering to himself. Stepping over, Dark just wraps his arms around him, holding him close, feeling him shake.
Party's over.