(AN: Here is the second to last chapter only one more left of this whole shanbango, please R&R.)
'Faggot, weakling, idiot, fuckup. Was everything that his ownmind called him….Either yelling it or screaming it in his ownhead, his ownconscience telling him that….like it's been corrupted by his own insanity, he thought it was to make him do better actions or become a better person like what your conscience is supposed to do?….but what if his bad actions were good, what if his conscience was right? What if taking Stanley and Ford, threatening and forcing them to find the journals, was a good idea….Maybe it was right, I guess I am weak, but I will show it that I'm not weak not anymore.' Fiddleford rambles to himself, as his lips move to a devilish smirk, and reaching to make sure the memory gun was still there, under his cloak.
"Eh, Fidds come on your being a little quiet back there….anything wrong?" Stan Asks, being hesitant about Fiddleford and him snapping at any minute.
"What? Oh, no everything will be fine…." Fiddleford responds, looking up at Stan, and Ford ahead of him.
Ford makes Stan stop walking at tries to turn around to face Fiddleford, "W-What do you mean will?" Ford questions, wincing at his side.
"It means that, everything-will-be-fixed-soon." Fiddleford motioned, grabbing the 'gun' and aiming it back up to the twins.
"F-Fiddleford come on I-I thought we had figured this all out." Shakily sighs Stan, putting his hands up and motioning his brother to do the same. "Well, Stan I guess things do change…..and since I have been spilling out all my guilt and wrongdoings, how about you spill yours." Fiddleford jeered, walking up closer to Stan but still keeping his distance, 'Stan's not that dumb.' Chuckled Fiddleford as his own conscience, joining in and not gaining up on him.
"Fi-Fiddleford, put the gun down….we need to get back to the sha-." Input Stanford, starting to walk forward towards Fiddleford.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Demands Fiddleford, pointing the 'gun' right in his face, making Ford gulp and follow his order. "Now…Stan tell me, what do you feel guilty about?" Fiddleford asks again, still pointing the 'gun' at Ford, non-verbally telling him if he making a move….He pulls the trigger.
"We-Well I guess I-I feel bad ab-." Stan, tries to say but the lump and dryness in his thought making nearly impossible. "Yes….Spit it out Stanley." Holding a tighter grip on the 'guns' trigger.
Stan tenses at the sight and decides to reply, "L-Look Fidds I c-can see why your angry bu-."
"ANGRY...I'M FUCKING PISSED STAN DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME RIGHT NOW!" Explodes Fiddleford, gritting his teeth. "I WOULD IF YOU FUCKING TOLD ME FIDDS…..I MEAN WE USED TO BE LOVERS, FIDDS….WE USED TO TELL EACH OTHER EVERYTHING BEFORE THIS!" Stan shouted back, his fists clinched together so tight they almost drawn blood.
Fiddleford roughly grabbed Stan by the shirt and rammed the 'gun' into his temple, causing Stanford to lose his balance and fall over on his already damaged side. "DO YOU THINK I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME STAN! I MEAN I WOULD ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVE TO TELL YOU….BUT I CAN'T STAN, IT WON'T LET ME!"
Ford looks up at Stan, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "F-Fidds wh-what do you mean It?" Asks Stan, looking at Fiddleford in the eyes.
Fiddleford, shoves Stan back and aims the 'gun' back at Stanley. "My own mind, Stan it controls me more than you think it should." Fiddleford sassed in a snarky tone, like it was obvious.
"Fiddleford…..that isn't normal." Ford said being puzzled, and helping himself up off the ground, clutching his side.
"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT ALREADY THAT! I MEAN EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE A GENIUS YOU STILL CAN BE AN IDIOT." Spat Fiddleford, glaring at Ford.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO HIM!" Stanley scolded, jabbing a finger into Fidds chest.
"Oh, and you're the boss of me now, Stan?" Scoffs Fiddleford, slapping his hand away. "No, I'm saying it because you used to be friends Fidds." Stan reminded him once more.
"Like you said 'used to be friends'." Fiddleford stated. 'Or maybe you never were their friends…maybe they only used you, because they could you are still weak compared to them.' Added Fiddleford's conscience, making Fidds drop the 'gun' and clutch his hands over his ears.
"F-Fiddleford you d-doing okay? D-Do you need help!" Offered Stanley, trying to reach out and grab Fiddleford's shoulder. "NO! NO! IT WILL ONLY MAKE ME WEAKER!" Howled Fiddleford, turning away from Stan.
"Fidds, calm the fuck down you're gonna hurt yourself!" Pleads Stanford, but it already too late, Fiddleford had already deeply cut into his scalp using his finger nails. "Fiddleford! Stop it!" Begged Stanley, gripping Fidds wrists, and ripping them from his head down to his sides. 'Oh, has little pathetic weakling starting to hurting himself now….how adorable.' Chuckled his conscience, having a sinister laugh ring in his ears.
"NO! I'M NOT WEAK! I'M NOT PATHETIC…..JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Wept Fiddleford, thrashing in Stan's grip on his arms. "LET ME GO!" Demanded Fiddleford, tears streaming down his face.
"Fidds, it's me Stanley….please snap out of it!" Snapped Stan, shaking Fiddleford. 'He doesn't care about you, and he never did and never will, so what makes you think he will start now.' Reasoned Fiddleford's thoughts, making Fiddleford thrash even harder in Stan's grip. "Fuck you! Let go of me!" Fiddleford demanded, kicking at Stanley's legs. "I'M WEAK STAN….IM' PATHETIC! JUST LET ME DIE ALREADY!" Shouts Fiddleford.
"No! Fiddleford, you're not weak! You're not pathetic! And I'm not gonna let you die!" Stan corrected, grabbing Fiddleford chin making him look strait in his eyes. "YOU'RE LYING, YOU DON'T CARE, AND YOU NEVER EVEN SAID YOU LOVED ME STAN! YOU NEVER LOVED M-." Fiddleford was cut off, Stan pulling him into a kiss, it was sloppy and wet from tears coming from both men.
"Because I always thought you knew that I love you Fidds." Stan exclaimed, pulling away from Fiddleford lips, Fiddleford eyes start to Sting with a new wave of tears, as Stanford comes up behind Stan looks at Fiddleford. "Fiddleford, h-how long have your conscience been c-controlling you like this?" Calmly asks Ford, making sure he doesn't snap again while being in such a close proximity of him.
"I-I do-don't remember, I – I think about a month or s-so…..I don't know how or-or why." Fiddleford explained, starting to shake uncontrollably. "WHY? WHY? WHY?" Shouts Fiddleford, hitting his head again with his hands.
Stanley, wraps an arm around Fiddleford trying to calm him down. "Sh-Sh-Sh, Fidds its okay were here, I'm here." Breathed out Stan, wrapping his arms tightly around Fidds, Fiddleford stopped hitting himself and started too breathed out ragged. "Oh, has Fiddlesticks got his boyfriend back….but I don't think for much longer…..I expect." Cackled the voice in head, Fiddleford shakes his head, trying to the echoing of it to stop.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Boomed Fiddleford, shoving Stan away from him. "Sorry bud, but you're stuck with me…then again I am you." Confessed his conscience. "NO! You're not! J-Just leave me alone!" Pleads Fiddleford, wrapping himself in a tight ball.
"Fiddleford! Who is talking to you?" Asks Stanford, thinking on what or who It could be, but his brainstorming was interrupted by a familiar echoing laughter rings threw their ears. While Fords gut tightens in knots as his worst fear becomes true as the world turns from colorful forest to a gray, black and white landscape, only to be known as the Mindscape home to the one and only…..
"Bill." Growls Stanford.