Just one sip won't hurt.
It's all for the thrill of his own excitement.
It's not like he will hurt somebody.
Those words replayed deep inside his mind, over and over. Making his hands shake as the flask bottle filled with purple liquid glowed.
Just drink it..
Nothing bad happens.
Just.
Drink.
I-
"STOP!" A voice quivered, "I- I won't do it!" The sweet sound of glass shattering echoed throughout, shards laid across the floor, toxic purple seeping into the hard floor boards. Leaving the whole room covered in disaster and for some reason he smiled at that. That crooked smile he quickly wiped away, this was the third time this week.. his nose was beginning to burn from all the fumes.
Sighing he grabbed a broom and got down to cleaning. Each sweep more agonizing than the last, glass crunching under his feet, piles gathered in the dustpan.
So much damage..
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
More glass fell on the ground, making the already mess more. His face was curled into a tight smile as he swore he could hear himself cackling, one swift swing to the head was fast to shut that off.
No messes.
No jokes.
Just clean.
—
Something was wrong, he could tell.
By all the odd looks he kept getting, he had done something bad again.. but what? He has to fix this before things get out of hand. Apologizing to everyone had been priority number one, every word on his notes were memorized. Still he found himself tied with some gasping in horror while others slammed doors in his face. Warning him to never come back again.
That was kind of funny wasn't it.
" No.." his voice growled " and keep your mouth to yourself"
Crumbling the paper in his hands he frowned. Maybe he should have practiced a bit more first…
—-
Today was boring. So he decided to go to the park. Walking was fun, yet he grew tired of it. Last night wasn't too kind, benches were free so he took a seat. Playground full of children, their laughter ran through the whole park as little body's zipped in flashes. He felt at ease but still he was bored, the swings were full of kids as they tried to get higher.
He'll have to try that later, that swing sure looked fun.
Fun indeed..
"Oh no, not you.."
You know what would be real fun..
Eyes slowly gazing on the swings screws, there was a smile.
He never stood up so fast in his life, people were staring at him. Embarrassed, he pulled both hands to his mouth, out of shame and out of fear. He couldn't control his mouth, things could get ugly fast if he didn't get home.
Aww, come on! I was just going to make a joke.
" No you weren't.." he hissed under his breath.
You don't know that, come on! Just let m-
" NO! I SAID QUIT IT ALREADY!"
Now the park was quiet. Parents were cradling their children close, now all the kids' happiness was replaced with fear..
Great.. look what you caused now the kids are scared.
This is why he stayed home.
—
Sitting on a swing he found himself perplexed, park days like these were rare and somehow he found himself more lucky each week. Finding it strange that the sounds of kids playing could be heard down the street but when he entered the park everything was quiet, maybe it was just his imagination?
Now with a less embarrassing moment, he could finally use the swings, he's been doing this for quite some time, even though it's been some years since he's been on a swing the excitement and fun was still there.
As each lift rose with every swing there came a squeak then a small smile.
' I know other things that are funnier than this'
Choking on a breath he nearly fell off the seat.
Did he just say that..? No. It couldn't have been.. gripping the chains he fared if he didn't hold on he might fall. He was so nervous he hadn't even noticed the swing stopped minutes ago.
This wasn't good.. he was losing control of himself. Now he was speaking through him.. that's not good not good at all.. How long was he able to do that?
Maybe for as long as we've been stuck together. You just keep denying it.
Was this right? There were plenty of reasons he didn't believe him, he was the only one that could hear him. But, he vaguely remembers a time they argued on the train. That day the train was packed full, he had got pretty vocal with himself, only to a slight high whisper it wasn't too bad. But before he knew the train was close to empty. No one was in there, he kept getting looks.. worried looks. But he was the only one that could hear him.. right?
The sounds of a kid crying had completely changed his thinking, catching sight of the little boy. He dropped his ice cream cone. Without warning he was quick to hop off the swing, running to the boy's rescue.
" It's okay I'll get you another one!" At first the boy seemed scared but quietly nodded. He likes being nice. It was a great way to show he loves his neighbors. The joy he sees on people's faces is what makes it worthwhile. An ice cream shop was just across the street, he assumed that's where the boy got his. Soon he had the ice cream in hand, brightly as ever his smile shined with genuine joy. He just couldn't wait to see the boy's reaction to this!
" Oh wow! thanks mister!" Was all he needed to hear, another job well done by Mr good. Proud as ever he waved the kid off as the little boy skipped happily back to the sidewalk, this was he que to head home, and this time with a pure smile on his face.
Oh really, You sure?
There he was again.. this time he won't listen. Blocking out his voice he stayed to his course, oddly something in his hand felt wet. It was all in his head.. it was probably just some melted ice cream! There was nothing there, nothing. Absolutely nothing was wrong. Today was perfect! And he was keeping it this way.
So why is there blood? It wasn't ice cream but blood.
Blood on his suit where his hand is.. there were little lines of red liquid on both his hands. It was definitely blood but, how? His mind was fuzzy at first but slowly got clearer. Glass vials broken.. shards everywhere.. cleaning more cleaning, grabbing some.. stuffing it in his pocket.
He knew exactly what was happening. This needed to be stopped immediately, swiftly turning around he ran after the young boy. Shouting from the top of his lungs he ran as fast as possible, soon enough he saw the boy. His hands held onto the pink colored ice cream, ready to lick. He had nearly tackled the kid on accident by how fast he pushed the cone out there hands. Though he had to be quick to explain himself, he knew how people looked at him..they didn't trust him.
" Don't eat that!" He yelled, pointing his hand at the splatter cone " there's glass in there!" The little boy seemed unconvinced at first but when he looked down at the mess before him. His face told a different story, little pieces of broken glass were all over the sidewalk leading back to the ice cream cone, some shards were still inside it. Shocked, the little boy looked at him. He felt really bad that it had gone this way.. that boy just wanted ice cream and here he goes and ruined it.
Giggling, why was he giggling..? This isn't funny! A kid almost got hurt and all I can do is laugh!? Oh no please don't look at me this way I can't control myself, " I'm sorr-Ha! S-ssorry.. HAHA! I'm sorry Ha! I'm-I'm so s-sorry!" He begged, seeing the fear growing in the boy's eyes " l-I can't control it" snickering he tried to plead to the boy. Hands out blood was still there, things just didn't get better as his giggles got worse and more intense, the boy's parents soon showed up seeing him in this unstable state.
Slowly backing away in fear the boy's parents wrapped their arms around him with the same expression on their faces but more disgusted, he could feel it..the manic look on his face.. lips touching too high.. teeth showing to clean he needed to stop but.. he couldn't.. the more he apologized the more deranged his giggles became. He tried grabbing at his head, eyes darting to the glass spilled with strawberry ice cream, the parents soon followed.
They said something to him he honestly could remember.. he yelled back but he wasn't in control. The only thing he had control over was his legs so.. he ran. Walking back home felt like a walk of shame, as soon as he got a safe distance the feeling in his face returned. He was finally in control again.. but that still didn't stop him from frowning.
Really? Wasn't that the least bit funny to you?
" No.."
Guess he was walking home with a smile.. just not a pure one..
—
Why was he here again?
He didn't want to do it.. then wh- oh wait he wasn't in control. It was slowly coming to him, he was in control again.. yelling at his neighbors. Then why was he here again.. in the lab with a flask in his hand.
Because you want it.
" No! I don't want it!" He yelled back, to an empty room. No one was there, why was his voice so clear?
Oh please, that's why you came down here In The first place.
" I didn't come down here! You forced me!" Yes that was true.. he was dragged down back to his lab. That's what he'd like to believe.
Things haven't been quite clear since the past couple of days, people avoid him, kids run and scream when he's around, they always glare and scowl. He feels bad knowing this was his fault, if only he had more control.. just a little more than his other half then maybe he won't end up hurting anymore. All the looks he gets from others hurt, it's more when he knows he can't do anything about it.
Head down he sees himself in the reflection, his face is in shambles. A growing frown that only seemed to get lower the longer he watched, there was a remorseful soul in his eyes begging to be seen yet within a blink of an eye it was gone.
Come on.. you came down here all by yourself.. why don't you splurge a little.
Grin sharp and wicked,the light from the liquid hued neon purple taunting him, his heart skipped a beat, gasping. There was his reflection, a haunting more evil version of himself talking.. talking through him.
" Don't twist my words!" He panicked, His reflection smirked.
Oh really? Aren't you just a tad bit curious.
He was a little thirsty…. He can't remember the last time he had gotten something to drink and there was something in his hands right now.. he could just take a small si- No that was not happening, there was nothing that was going to make him drink this potion. But he was so thirsty.. maybe just one little sip won't hurt.. it would take a second.
Eyes wide he blinked frantically around, panic rushing through him. He quickly lifted the flask in his hands.
Half empty.
See? That wasn't so bad. Now was it?
This wasn't good. His voice was louder this time, to clear.. he didn't mean to drink it! But his throat was so dry he couldn't help himself he was just so thirsty..
Then drink it.
"B- But I can't.." he muttered, fearfully moving the flask away from him. But his voice grew louder.
Have some fun! Drink it.
His head was hurting. The glowing vile in front of him made its way back, he wasn't in control. There were now three more voices in his head, neon purple whispered to him begging to be drunk. His eyes grew wide hypnotized, it felt like his lips grew dry.
Drink it.
"We want it…? "
You want it.
"I-I want it.." his mind began to swirl as the voices began to numb everything around him, there was a glint glow of dark green shining in his eyes as colors in the lab blurred pink, purple and green " I need it.."
Instantly everything grew foggy. All he could hear was the sound of glass breaking just below him, then came the clacking, the same sick clacking that came with his other half..
" Destruction! Chaos! I want to cause all of it!" He laughed, that was his voice, but he wasn't speaking. That wasn't coming out of his mouth.. it sounded more insane, more evil. He wasn't in control.
" But before I do, I need a little… DRINK!"
Without even a question, his body crashed into the shelves that held all sorts of potions. Snatching them off with force, he dunked the vials over his head, chugging down one after another. Glass shattered everywhere as he threw them to the ground when empty, laughing and cackling like a maniac. Nothing was safe from the explosion rampage as he pushed and knocked down tables and shelves, stomping on glass not broken, one hand still held a flask full of pink liquid.
One gulp and it was across the floor, adding more to the already mess that was his lab. He needed to get control before it was too late! He couldn't let his other half leave this place, he'll cause damage beyond repair. Flashing of lights and sounds filled the rigging in his ears, as his own voice shouted in volume, sporadic laughter and chuckle's backdrop other songs of destruction. There was a sudden movement of freedom and his body stopped.
"I won't let you do this!" he hissed, hands gripping his head, he fought against the urge to " destroy.. destroy.. destroy everything!" His voice yelled, " leave nothing behind!"
"Stop! I don't want -destruction! Violence I need IT ALL!" Voice loud and demanding he kicked over a chair, still holding his head he gritted his teeth. " I need to stop this! You won't control me!" His mind turned black and white in seconds, things were beginning to hurt as he groaned in pain. His side was more violent than he thought, he had to put a stop to this before he got out again.
Stumbling he tried to fight his way through his urges " ughhhh.! I I- I want to spread fear and panic! I want fire! To burn the houses down! To burn EVERYTHING DOWN! HAHAHAHAH!" he laughed uncontrollably, he may not have power over his mouth, but he still has control over body. Reaching inside a secret cabinet he pulled out a flask which glowed pinkish purple.
Insane deep green eyes looked at him through his cracked reflection, it growled in anger " This my body now! You won't take it from me!" It yelled trying to make him drop the vile from his hands.
" This is my body too!" He fought back " and I won't let you hurt anyone ever again!" Dunking the flask over his head he drank it down in seconds, dropping aside. He suddenly let out an agonizing scream as his head felt like it split in two, squeezing his eyes shut he held his head in his hands. Two voices rang over each other as his skin burned. Turning a dark green. Rips began to show on his suit, back hunched. Eyebrow to his right grew wildly as his sideburns poofed out of control. Green spread to the right side of his face, he roared as rows of sharp teeth began to emerge.
" Get out of my BODY!" He shouted, two voices mixing to one " NEVER! I WILL ALWAYS STAY FOR I AM EVIL!"
….
Groaning in pain, he slowly pulled himself up from the cold floor. He gave a small look around his lab, still a mess.
" I must have fallen asleep.." his voice was back to normal like nothing had happened, his head still pounded but it was faint now. Taking careful steps forward he yawned, he would take care of the mess later but for now he wanted to rest.. last night was so exhausting. But he was glad it was all over. Making his way up the stairs, there was a slight discourse in his shadow.
If only he had noticed the dark green half on the side of his face sooner..
That was the beginning of Mr Good and Evil.
Been playing Lego Worlds, and this guy named Mr good and Evil is my absolute favorite! This is like a backstory on how he got the green half of himself.