When he woke up the next morning he knew he had lost to the dark spore.
The attack he has every morning happened right on time, Ken was next to him trying to hold tissues to his face to catch the darkness when it started. But this attack was far more violent and lasted a full hour, and by the end his vision was fading.
His limbs were suddenly to heavy to move and his chest was tight. There was a coldness, and then he could move again.
Only it wasn't him moving, it was his body and his shadow had taken the wheel. The rest of him that had been fighting so hard had been wounded by his shadow and cast aside like a rag doll so only the face of his soul was exposed enough for him to watch the darkness over run his life. The rest was trapped in hardening tar.
He watched as Ken helped his body to the rest room to clean up. His shadow let it happen as it planned what to do once his weak body was strong again.
He was trapped in his own body, wounded. Soon, not even his voice could get a single sound out to curse the evil that had trapped him as it did.
When Thursday rolled around, his body hadn't had an attack in two days. Because of this his shadow was able to convince Ken he was better.
His friends never found out about the spore. They weren't going to save him.
He would die like this and no one would know.
The weeks went on as he watched though eyes that he no longer owned. His body had worked hard, accepting the evil in it, and was now the top of his class applying to transfer to one of the top schools in his area.
His body also rejoined the soccer team, became best player, and then joined as many other clubs and sports as it could and rose to the top in everything it joined in days.
He never saw Ken anymore, he knew Ken called every so often to check it, but that was it. Not that it really mattered anymore anyway.
He was to hurt to fight the tar that held him, and he wasn't healing. His shadow didn't try to take over the digital world, and where it wasn't doing anything outwardly bad no one questioned it.
His parents were home more now, and were very happy with what his shadow had done with his life. They clearly loved the evil in him more than him, and that only made the shadow laugh in his face.
Ken did question his body once when he found out about the rapid improvements in the life his shadow had made. But the evil was skilled with lies, and Ken backed off.
His life was no longer his and each day he got colder in his confinement in the hard black tar. He wondered if this was what it was like for Ken at some point, but decided it didn't matter since Ken was saved, and he would not be.
His existence was a small one not a soul could truly see any more. He wondered how long it would last until he fizzled out entirely.
Soon he stopped thinking about anything and just watched his life fade blindly in front of him.
Seven months, one week, three days, six hours, five minutes, and twenty seconds. That was all he could think about now.
How much time had passed since he had given up, to wounded to fight the tar and the shadow. That was the only thing left in his existence.
His friends invited his body to the digital world to hang out, told his shadow it was some big deal and he had to come.
His shadow did so, it was told it had something to gain by going so it did.
Seven months, one week, five days, two hours, fifty minutes, and thirteen seconds and his body was in the digital world.
His shadow took his body to the meeting sight at some lake that name he couldn't remember anymore. His friends were there, waving his body over. He watched, and for some reason he numbly decided to try his voice again and tell them not to let his evil near them.
It didn't work, but he felt oddly warmer trying.
His shadow saw him try to call out though, it hissed at him and made the tar grow on him until he was muzzled.
He didn't think it could get any worse, clearly it could.
There was something in his friends eyes when he look though, something that made him tingle all over. It was almost like they could see him as him and his shadow in the captains seat. But that wasn't possible, right?
He could no longer hear anything that was said, but he could still see. And if there was one thing he knew that his smart ass shadow didn't, it was TK and Ken were both angry for some reason and everyone else just looked displeased.
His shadow carried on uncaring.
Something in him he forgot was there between the numbness and the cold snapped when he saw his friends so unhappy. The tar cracked and then resealed itself. He was still cold, still weak and wounded. It just wasn't enough to break free.
He went still again.
His friends were asking his body things and the evil answered back in ways he was sure he wouldn't answer, and he could see the confusion in his friends faces. Ken stood and came closer to his body.
Could Ken actually see him?
Ken says something and his shadow growls and replies somehow. Ken says something else, the shadow lashes out with bared claws.
Ken knew! Ken knew!
All his friends knew!
The shadow knew it was out numbered though, so once Ken was down it made his body run back to the human world.
But it was okay, because they knew.
He could be saved.
He stopped counting up. This was now a count down.
He just didn't know where to start.
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