Sorry guys this took so long to make, I recently got a job and it's been taking most of my time up. I'll try my best to get stuff posted as soon as I can.
Spyro found himself in an endless white void, a place he's grown well to accustom to. He started to walk around, figuring he would find his counterpart around here somewhere as they often met in this sort of place whenever he slept. At one point in time he uses to dread dreaming of this white abyss and what his other half had to say while he was in here. He thanked the fact that he learned how to create things in this place. It was just a dream after all.
From below, a red brick road rose up and became the new ground below his paws, followed up by random buildings, with no actual thought out design to them, to form a street of sorts. You could still see the white background far off into the distance, but Spyro didn't really see much of a need to fill that area in. His dark half had a knack for ruining things.
Almost on cue, a dark mass barreled through one of the buildings nearby causing it to topple over, only for the remnants of the building to disappear into the void. The blackness crashed landed onto the bricks, shattering the ground into pieces which fell back into the void. With a rather dull look and even duller groan, Spyro fixed the damages done. Along with the fixes, rose two cushion, for his other half and himself to sit on. "Thank you." Dark Spyro said as he sat down on his dark brown leather cushion. Spyro didn't say anything himself as he took his own seat on the red fabric. Despite the fact that Spyro disliked coming here, the two Spyro's formed what some could call a friendship, though Spyro would rather call it an agreement not to kill one another whenever they see each other. They were probably just going to bicker or argue, but Spyro saw no reason not to get comfortable during the ordeal.
"What do you want this time?" Spyro questioned his counterpart.
"Meh, I got bored. You haven't let me out of here in a long, long time. I'm getting bored in here."
"You can create whatever you want in here, go destroy things or whatever it is you do for fun."
Dark Spyro did something akin to rolling your eyes, though it was hard to tell as he lacked pupils, his eyes instead filled with a similar white emptiness to the void outside the imaginary streets Spyro made. "I have before, but it's just not the same. You don't get the same reaction from people in here than you do in real life." He scratched at the cushion, finding some amusement from leaving marks in the leather. "And besides there are other things I'd rather be doing at the moment.
This was new, or at least Spyro doesn't recall a time where Dark Spyro wanted to do something other than ruining his life. "Oh? And what might that be?"
Dark Spyro was silent for the moment, pondering over what exactly he wanted. "Well I'd love to mess your head, that has never changed. Hell it's the only thing amusing in this damn place." He began to mumble other words under his breath that Spyro didn't hear, though if he were to be honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what he said. "But what I really want, what I've been wanting for the longest time…. I want to kill Cynder."
Spyro merely nodded his head. This something new like he thought, but actually a pretty common thing. And every time he heard Dark Spyro ask this, he felt compelled to asked, "And why is that?"
"I hate, that whore, she's nothing but trouble for you, holding you back, and is blinding you to what you really can do. You're a purple dragon Spyro, your much stronger than you think you are. It's only her that is putting this doubt into yourself. Go on, ditch her and your feline friend and I'll show you what your capable of."
It was a tempting offer. Spyro hated to admit it, but with his constant failings, he often wondered if there was nothing that Cynder or Hunter could do to help him. However, Spyro loved Cynder, and he knew that she was trying this hard because she loved him, just like Hunter was trying his best to help him because he cared for him as a friend would another friend.
"I'm sorry, but I'm never going to let you out of here again."
Dark Spyro shook his head. "Oh Spyro, Spyro, Spyro, will you never learn?" the land scape turned pitch black, the buildings vanishing in a moment along with the bricked flooring and pillows they sat on, leaving only the two dragons and the table, though the latter was quickly disposed of when Dark Spyro turned it into splinters with a single punch. "In here I have full control of your mind, and you, your just as weak as you are in the real world."
Dark visions started to creep over his eyes, something of Dark Spyro's doing. Spyro was ready for it, as this was something he often experienced while in this kind of nightmare. It would always be the same, Spyro would be put in a happy situation before it is suddenly ripped away in the most painful of ways. More involved Cynder dying in front of him, killed by something he could never control, but this one was different.
It felt like a haze to him, the vision just sort of moved along before him, but it was end the terrified him. He was holding Cynder by her neck as she was dangling off a cliff, below sharp rocks sticking out of the ground. He tried to pull her up, but his arm would not listen to him and in the back of his mind he heard whispers telling him to let her go. But the cherry on top of it all was what Cynder was doing, or saying in her case.
"Go ahead, do it Spyro." He could never remember sounding so bitter. "Prove to me that you're not just some waste of space." Spyro couldn't let her go, he didn't want to, but his hesitation to drop her made Cynder growl. "What are you waiting for! Drop me! Your spineless, pathetic, and worst of all, you're a loser. You'll never be able to get anything correct, and your only purpose in life would be your own suffering. You desire nothing more than to rot in the deepest and darkest of holes, and burn in the hottest flames in hell. Spyro I hate you with ever bone in my body"
Spyro's arm shook, his blood boiling with rage. Even if this wasn't the real Cynder, it hurt him like it was. "Fuck you." Was all he could manage to say before letting her go. He watched her fall to her death, to be impaled on the spikes below, but instead Cynder just unfolded her wings and landed back beside Spyro. The look Cynder was giving him, he felt like a child in front of his parents when he did something wrong.
Cynder was shaking her head. "oh Spyro, Spyro, Spyro, even when you try to kill me, you fail. And here I thought you loved me." She scoffed. "But I guess you can't manage that either." Cynder gabbed Spyro by his throat and lifted him off the ground and over the edge of the cliff. "it's funny the things you can do when you have both wings, though I guess you can't really know what that might feel like." Cynder's paws tightened around his neck choking him. "Now then," she leaned closer to him. "I've got a couple things to say to you." Spyro's shuttered in terror as the rest of his dream was filled with painful scenarios, convincing yet painful words coming from loved ones, and pure torcher, which was only relieved when he woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.
He turned to where Cynder would sleep and tried nudging her awake. He needed to talk to someone about his dream. Only, Cynder wasn't beside him. This worried him and he got up to go find her. She wasn't anywhere near him and he was just about to panic when he heard her voice coming from outside the cave.
"I just don't know what to do anymore Hunter."
"Cynder?" Quietly Spyro stood up and walked close to where his mate and friend where talking, but made sure to stick to the shadows. Whatever they were talking about it was something about him, that much he knew.
"Please Cynder, I know this is hard, but I really need you to try to keep it together. Spyro still needs you." Hunter sounded despite, but as to why, Spyro didn't have a clue.
"I know Hunter, I really do and I would do anything to keep him happy, but everyone has a limit and I've just about reached mine. He's completely given up on himself! How am I supposed help him when he won't even let me help him?" Spyro didn't have to see her to know that she was on the verge of tears.
"It's hard on me as well Cynder, I understand what you're getting at." Hunter said, trying to calm her down. "We are in this together. We both can help Spyro out, and we will get through this. You just need to believe in yourself and Spyro."
There was a silence between the two, a rather unnerving one at that. Spyro was rather happy to hear that from Hunter, but it was the lack of response from Cynder that worried him. Her answer didn't help either.
"Can I tell you something Hunter?" From what Spyro could tell, she sounded sad, possibly guilty?
"Of course Cynder. What's wrong?"
"Sometimes…. Sometimes I wish I never met Spyro."
Spyro backed up, not bothering to be quiet this time. His heart was in pieces. How could she say that, why would she say that, WHY?! He wanted to walk up to her and demand her to explain, but his body felt weak, his mouth dry, and he could hardly move. He hoped for a response, no he needed a response from Hunter, Cynder, ANYBODY! Just someone say something, something to explain what Cynder said, to make her take it back, or at the very least take away this memory.
"Cynder…." Hunter didn't sound surprised, more sympathetic. "I understand how you feel…. To be honest I've thought that once or twice myself."
That was all Spyro could take. He felt empty inside, hollow, a mere shell of what he used to be, which wasn't much to begin with. His friend has abandoned him, his mate hated him… Why? "Haven't I endured enough?" Spyro mumbled in his head. His eye quickly began to water and his legs started to move on their own, towards the exit, and away from his pain. But his pain followed him, out the cave entrance, down the dirt road that they had taken to the cave, and down the side of the mountain when he tripped on a root from a nearby tree. But the pain he felt as he rolled along the ground, was nothing compared to the pain in his heart, or at least what was left of it.
Spyro has been hungry before, to the point where he nearly starved to death, but even then he never felt so empty in his life. He didn't even notice that he had stopped rolling and was lying at the bottom of the cliff side, right in front of a forest. He never realized that something was moving along the trees and bushes, coming towards his stiff body, he never realized that Hunter had more to say.
"But I always think about all the things Spyro has done to make me smile. He's gone through hell and back, and yet he still manages to stand on his legs, he's been beaten, tormented, discriminated against, and yet he still finds a way to endure it all. Spyro's body may be weak, but he has the strongest soul I've ever seen. I envy him for that…. But it's not just that. I dream of Spyro growing strong physically. And you should to Cynder. Spyro has done nothing to deserve what life has done to him, so wouldn't you like to see him be able to stand on his legs and be able to be happy with who he is?"
Cynder looked away feeling rather stupid for saying what she did. "I do Hunter; I want only what is best for Spyro. I still love him with every fiber of my body, and I would walk to the ends of the earth just to save him…. I'm sorry Hunter for thinking those things."
Hunter knelt down and placed a paw on Cynder's shoulder. "It's quite alright. We are merely mortals. We have flaws and when we are angry, confused, worried, and even scared, we say, do, and even think things we don't actually mean. Your angry that Spyro's given up, your confused as to why, your worried that he won't be able to make it out on his own and your scared of losing him. I don't blame you for thinking what you did, but I need you to tell me that you want to see Spyro grow strong."
Cynder smiled up at her furry friend, and rather amazed that he could read her that well. "Thank you Hunter. I do want to see Spyro grow strong, I want to see him conquer his demons, and I want to see him smile again."
Hunter nodded and stood back up. "Good. Now, why don't you go get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow. We are going to teach him how to be strong."
Confidently Cynder nodded, feeling her hopes be rejuvenated which made her feel weird when she suddenly yawned. "Thank you Hunter for this talk, I really needed it." Hunter gave her his signature smile, something Cynder had grown rather fond of. "Well goodnight Hunter."
"Goodnight Cynder." The two parted ways, each going to their own respective part of the cave. Cynder sat down where Spyro and herself slept and curled up into a ball. She figured that Spyro was fast asleep when he didn't move closer to her and wrapped himself with her body like he normally did when they slept together. She reached out to find him, her eyes still closed, and tried to find him. Only when she felt nothing but the ground did she opened her eyes.
Just as Hunter was about to fall asleep, Cynder's voice brought him out of it.
"I'm sorry Hunter for bothering you again, but have you seen Spyro?"