DEE

They knocked again, this time faster and more aggressive. Whoever it was, they were very impatient. They should learn some manners.

A voice called your name from outside, you couldn't recognise who it was though.

Dee? You in there?

Who was this?? How did they know his name??

Dee had just finished tidying himself after the whole ordeal. It had calmed him a little, but the back of his mind was still racing. Maybe he would’ve been able to calm down completely if he was left alone.

He didn’t want to answer, and the thought of someone at his door, especially after everything, just made him want to hide. Nothing came from any interaction in this place, especially people who knew his name.

But the knocking got louder, frustrating and stinging to an already frantic mind. He could just.. open it a little, right? Or scare them off, or something. Because they sure as hell weren’t stopping.

Eliza poked his head in at the gap of the barley open door, staring directly at you, inches away from your face.

he backed up and laughed, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Sorry I'm back so soon, my friend and I just wanted to ask you for a favour!

Hey mistrum, why don't you tell him yourself what we want from him?

Eliza looked down at the moot-shaped deity. friends?? They were friends?? Eliza was capable of that??

Money! Blue over here is broke as a nail, but you’ve got to have some money, greeeeenie!

Dee could tell he was a little out of it, maybe more than he thought he was. But with Eliza standing next to .. what did he call it? Mistrum? It made him question how present he was.

Eliza called Mistrum “friend,” which…god knows how that happened. And, Mistrum called Eliza “Blue,” which, although it was on theme with the name it gave Dee, he wished he didn’t have to hear it.

Especially with Mistrum imitating M-that parasite, it didn’t even seem like it was trying to taunt him this time, was it really just doing that?

And were the two freaks of nature who had spent their own time getting a rise out of tormenting Dee, really here, asking for MONEY?

Maybe he should’ve been more afraid? But he was too tired for that.

…Why would I have, or give you two money..?

Mistrum repeated its point, it felt it was pretty easy to get. Then again, greenie seemed pretty out of it. It was a little curious about what the arbitrator possibly gotten up to.

I just want more clothes, surely you’d get it?

It frowned for a moment.

…Uhh, no. Even if I had any, I wouldn’t be giving it to you two.

There was a weak smile on his face, far from genuine, and far from the one he usually put on.

Dee? You're going to give us that money, whether you like it or not, understand? We don't want to have a little incident like we had last time, do we?

Eliza smiled and stared at you, what was his problem?? Why was he even friends with this thing?? Purely to torture dee?

Dee. Show us where your money is. Please.

It wasn’t like he spent it often, but it was still his! And he doubted giving the two anything would get them off his back, if anything they’d ask for more.

He looked at his darkened hand, Eliza probably WOULD cause another “incident” or whatever.. it made Dee wonder how aware Mistrum was of the whole deal, though.

Euuugh, fine.. but I’m not showing you where it is.

Painting this as a need really showed where mistrum’s priorities lied. It didn’t even really see this as “taking” money, he was just giving it after all! Sure, he had potential consequence if he said no, and this could probably be classified as extortion, but that was not mistrum’s concern!

Thank you, stinky! Knew you'd cooperate.

Elixa walked into the kitchen and started sifting through drawers recklessly, searching for ant hidden compartments or safes.

C'mom mistrum! Help me look for the wads, will ya? Clothes stores will be closing soon enough, we might have to go tomorrow instead!

We don’t need to know where the money is if he’ll give it to us anyways. It’s good to give people a false sense of control, ‘specially when it doesn’t matter.

Mistrum commented, cleaning up and organizing the messes Eliza would leave behind him as he sifted through drawers. It really wasn’t so stressed over it, and blue was just seeming antsy. If things worked without intervention, why not just let them work?

I- yeah...yeah loads of time. We have loads of time, haha! What- what am I doing? Why don't we just get stinky to give us the money, mistrum? I mean, we have loads of time, as you said!

He seemed distracted, just slightly.

It was excited! It was starting to get a good idea of how it could probably be alive, with a breathing, living body. Everything’d work out! It figured it could trust blue to not fuck it over afterwards, he seemed to hold good on deals.

We’re already doing that, just be patient, we didn’t really need to barge into the guy’s home.

Mistrum had all the patience in the world, its not like it did much more in the fields. Then again, it did a little antsy, but it was just excited.

We should get you something too, better than river stained..suit…thing…I’d say I put together nice outfits, so you can trust my taste.

...the kid.

Yeah..yeah maybe you can pick something nice out for me. Maybe something a bit less flashy than this tattered old thing. We have all the time in the world. I...i don't know why it as rushing so much.

Eliza sighed and backed up, making his way to the threshold of the kitchen, the same one where he had drowned and strangled moot through de- stinkeri all that time ago.

Once Eliza called for him, he just grabbed a handful of cash and dragged himself back to the kitchen. He didn’t count how much, or really look at it, that’d only make him more reluctant to give them any of it. He hoped it wasn’t enough for whatever they wanted it for, though.

He thought about handing it to Eliza or Mistrum, but Dee didn’t really want to do that. So he kind of just… dropped it all on the floor.

They knocked again, this time faster and more aggressive. Whoever it was, they were very impatient. They should learn some manners.

A voice called your name from outside, you couldn't recognise who it was though.

Dee? You in there?

Who was this?? How did they know his name??

Dee had just finished tidying himself after the whole ordeal. It had calmed him a little, but the back of his mind was still racing. Maybe he would’ve been able to calm down completely if he was left alone.

He didn’t want to answer, and the thought of someone at his door, especially after everything, just made him want to hide. Nothing came from any interaction in this place, especially people who knew his name.

But the knocking got louder, frustrating and stinging to an already frantic mind. He could just.. open it a little, right? Or scare them off, or something. Because they sure as hell weren’t stopping.

Eliza poked his head in at the gap of the barley open door, staring directly at you, inches away from your face.

he backed up and laughed, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Sorry I'm back so soon, my friend and I just wanted to ask you for a favour!

Hey mistrum, why don't you tell him yourself what we want from him?

Eliza looked down at the moot-shaped deity. friends?? They were friends?? Eliza was capable of that??

Money! Blue over here is broke as a nail, but you’ve got to have some money, greeeeenie!

Dee could tell he was a little out of it, maybe more than he thought he was. But with Eliza standing next to .. what did he call it? Mistrum? It made him question how present he was.

Eliza called Mistrum “friend,” which…god knows how that happened. And, Mistrum called Eliza “Blue,” which, although it was on theme with the name it gave Dee, he wished he didn’t have to hear it.

Especially with Mistrum imitating M-that parasite, it didn’t even seem like it was trying to taunt him this time, was it really just doing that?

And were the two freaks of nature who had spent their own time getting a rise out of tormenting Dee, really here, asking for MONEY?

Maybe he should’ve been more afraid? But he was too tired for that.

…Why would I have, or give you two money..?

Mistrum repeated its point, it felt it was pretty easy to get. Then again, greenie seemed pretty out of it. It was a little curious about what the arbitrator possibly gotten up to.

I just want more clothes, surely you’d get it?

It frowned for a moment.

…Uhh, no. Even if I had any, I wouldn’t be giving it to you two.

There was a weak smile on his face, far from genuine, and far from the one he usually put on.

Dee? You're going to give us that money, whether you like it or not, understand? We don't want to have a little incident like we had last time, do we?

Eliza smiled and stared at you, what was his problem?? Why was he even friends with this thing?? Purely to torture dee?

Dee. Show us where your money is. Please.

It wasn’t like he spent it often, but it was still his! And he doubted giving the two anything would get them off his back, if anything they’d ask for more.

He looked at his darkened hand, Eliza probably WOULD cause another “incident” or whatever.. it made Dee wonder how aware Mistrum was of the whole deal, though.

Euuugh, fine.. but I’m not showing you where it is.

They knocked again, this time faster and more aggressive. Whoever it was, they were very impatient. They should learn some manners.

A voice called your name from outside, you couldn't recognise who it was though.

Dee? You in there?

Who was this?? How did they know his name??

Dee had just finished tidying himself after the whole ordeal. It had calmed him a little, but the back of his mind was still racing. Maybe he would’ve been able to calm down completely if he was left alone.

He didn’t want to answer, and the thought of someone at his door, especially after everything, just made him want to hide. Nothing came from any interaction in this place, especially people who knew his name.

But the knocking got louder, frustrating and stinging to an already frantic mind. He could just.. open it a little, right? Or scare them off, or something. Because they sure as hell weren’t stopping.

Eliza poked his head in at the gap of the barley open door, staring directly at you, inches away from your face.

he backed up and laughed, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Sorry I'm back so soon, my friend and I just wanted to ask you for a favour!

Hey mistrum, why don't you tell him yourself what we want from him?

Eliza looked down at the moot-shaped deity. friends?? They were friends?? Eliza was capable of that??

Money! Blue over here is broke as a nail, but you’ve got to have some money, greeeeenie!

Dee could tell he was a little out of it, maybe more than he thought he was. But with Eliza standing next to .. what did he call it? Mistrum? It made him question how present he was.

Eliza called Mistrum “friend,” which…god knows how that happened. And, Mistrum called Eliza “Blue,” which, although it was on theme with the name it gave Dee, he wished he didn’t have to hear it.

Especially with Mistrum imitating M-that parasite, it didn’t even seem like it was trying to taunt him this time, was it really just doing that?

And were the two freaks of nature who had spent their own time getting a rise out of tormenting Dee, really here, asking for MONEY?

Maybe he should’ve been more afraid? But he was too tired for that.

…Why would I have, or give you two money..?

Mistrum repeated its point, it felt it was pretty easy to get. Then again, greenie seemed pretty out of it. It was a little curious about what the arbitrator possibly gotten up to.

I just want more clothes, surely you’d get it?

It frowned for a moment.

…Uhh, no. Even if I had any, I wouldn’t be giving it to you two.

There was a weak smile on his face, far from genuine, and far from the one he usually put on.

They knocked again, this time faster and more aggressive. Whoever it was, they were very impatient. They should learn some manners.

A voice called your name from outside, you couldn't recognise who it was though.

Dee? You in there?

Who was this?? How did they know his name??

Dee had just finished tidying himself after the whole ordeal. It had calmed him a little, but the back of his mind was still racing. Maybe he would’ve been able to calm down completely if he was left alone.

He didn’t want to answer, and the thought of someone at his door, especially after everything, just made him want to hide. Nothing came from any interaction in this place, especially people who knew his name.

But the knocking got louder, frustrating and stinging to an already frantic mind. He could just.. open it a little, right? Or scare them off, or something. Because they sure as hell weren’t stopping.

Eliza poked his head in at the gap of the barley open door, staring directly at you, inches away from your face.

he backed up and laughed, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Sorry I'm back so soon, my friend and I just wanted to ask you for a favour!

Hey mistrum, why don't you tell him yourself what we want from him?

Eliza looked down at the moot-shaped deity. friends?? They were friends?? Eliza was capable of that??

Money! Blue over here is broke as a nail, but you’ve got to have some money, greeeeenie!

Dee could tell he was a little out of it, maybe more than he thought he was. But with Eliza standing next to .. what did he call it? Mistrum? It made him question how present he was.

Eliza called Mistrum “friend,” which…god knows how that happened. And, Mistrum called Eliza “Blue,” which, although it was on theme with the name it gave Dee, he wished he didn’t have to hear it.

Especially with Mistrum imitating M-that parasite, it didn’t even seem like it was trying to taunt him this time, was it really just doing that?

And were the two freaks of nature who had spent their own time getting a rise out of tormenting Dee, really here, asking for MONEY?

Maybe he should’ve been more afraid? But he was too tired for that.

…Why would I have, or give you two money..?

this town was always so busy! mistrum felt it knew a reason why…unrelated to mistrum’s own decisions. see, what was his name? chaos’ mistake. the green idiot. embodiment of everything mistrum takes issue with.

you? yoooooouuu you you…..

green. do you get sick of it? the green i mean. personally, i prefer yellow. if you could actually see colors, do you think you would like another color? maybe a pink….or a red…red is a good color for violent, angry people. green is good for envy though.

are you envious? or greedy? mix of the two?

wh-what? what? Hooold on buddy— ‘:)

God forbid Dee walk anywhere in this forsaken town. There was always someone or something ready to throw themselves into conversation with someone who WASN’T interested.

Mistrum’s form was unnerving to Dee, things were already blurry enough as is, this just felt like a talking shadow to him. After processing what was even speaking to him, it took him another second to register what Mistrum had even said.

I could never get tired of green! :) Its MY color after all. And that wouldn’t change if i could see red or not!

And between you and me, I think everyone’s a little greedy, jealous….same thing. :)

Another thing that unnerved him was the fact this…whatever he had never met was already aware of his colorblindness. Dee kept it hidden from people he knew! How could this thing tell?

It shifted around him, it seemed to at least have a solid form…sort of. The hue of its petals shifted from a dull grey to vibrant green, for a split second.

Eugh, no, no. I still prefer yellow. Daffodils being my brand and what not…was it daffodils? Flowers were never my strong suit.

…lets see, what was it now? Dee? Dee, is that what your calling yourself now? Well, anyways green…

Mistrum’s eyes seemed to slit.

Are they now? Maybe someone of us took a little more than their fair share.

Ahh, anyways, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, green!

Something in its tone fell flatter.

His thoughts were put on hold for a short moment when its petals flashed green. He tilted his head just a little, before resuming his thinking.

It says its seen him, it knows Dee’s name, about his faulty eyes, it knows about Chaos! He wouldn’t have forgotten telling someone all about that.

Yeah, pal? I’m kinda missing the part where I’VE ever met—or even seen you before.

Mistrum sneered.

Worried you’ve forgotten something? Worried mr-no-green ran his mouth while you were out? Worried I’ve been talking with the pink one? I mean, deities talk! Not that I’ve ever had a conversation with that Chaos fellow.

Hmm, you killed it? Right? Not too long ago either, gosh, I sure do get sick of those petals. So unnatural. I don’t really care though, other deities aren’t really my business…

It glared as it loomed in front of him. Even with his bad vision, it must’ve been altering its appearance somebow, because it still managed to look off, even being plenty close.

Until they decide to spend their time killing things constantly. No one likes doing their job, you know.

He hated how despite the act he was already struggling to keep up, he was being read like a book. He hated how he had not a clue as to who was in front of him—Well..judging by what it said he had a vague idea, but it didn’t answer much.

sooo… you’re a death guy. Great! thats what we really need in this town, more deities to piss each other off!

His tone was riddled with sarcasm, but admittedly, he was curious what made this place a magnet for that sort of thing.

I don’t know if I’d call myself a deity. It’s not as if I’m worshipped…and earnestly it’s an insult to be compared to something like you.

And in any case, your the only one that’s truly “pissed off.” I’m more…annoyed by the little children that keep making my job harder. You know?

Its eyes slit again at the final phrase. It had it coming? Well, thats a funny way to think about murder. Mistrum was starting to think he was lucky everybody in this town was so nice.

It took a moment but his smile changed again, it went from strained to something almost…frantic, it quivered but still stayed. His eyes widened, no longer frustrated, but an unclear emotion that didn’t look like it belonged on Dee.

He wanted to tell himself it was talking about someone else, anyone else, but of course it was talking about the first person he thought of. Of course it was talking about who would sting and writhe and hurt to think about.

N-no that-thats..wh-

He couldn’t spit it out. His voice and his breath were both shaking, just the slightest. He knew what he wanted to say, he knew what he was thinking, why couldnt he…

Th-thats. thatwas— i- icant-

He brought a hand up to his throat, rubbing at it. It hurt, it stung, he couldn’t get anything coherent out.

It poked at him, his shoulder, his back, random spots where scars seemed to be. It was…snickering.

It was laughing at him. Like this was funny. A hilarious little bit.

Didn’t want anyone poking about that? I would’ve spoken to Chaos then…but your his problem, after all.

If it had a mouth, it would’ve been grinning. It loomed over his shoulder.

Though, I could talk to him now, couldn’t I?

It wouldn’t truly do anything. It didn’t care. He was a slight annoyance more than anything, and another deity’s problem on top of that.

It couldn’t help but mess with him, though. Poke and prod about what it knew. It didn’t know everything, but it knew enough about everyone that entered this town.

It helped when they were so keen on killing people, too.

you—st..noononono- no, no.

The repeated mention of Chaos only deepened his anxiety, adding to the fact his thoughts were already going so fast they were practically nonsensical to him.

He wanted to tear the petals straight off of this wretches head, no one, NO ONE. Was supposed to bring any of that up again. But he couldn’t even look at it anymore, he couldn’t speak, he could barely think, how was he supposed to do well, anything?

God, he wanted it gone, he wanted it to leave, he wanted it quiet and he wanted it GONE.

Yo-you didnt know her. you didnt- you- you dont get it.youdontgetit. quiet.quieet.

It loomed over him again, done prodding. Did his surroundings get darker?

Why should you get to tell me to be quiet, green? Have you not learned your place? You are a problem.

You are a problem you are making everyone else deal with, you cost a life, you’re nothing more than a nuisance, a thorn in someone’s side…

Say, green, do you have a purpose? For yourself. I mean. Or are you truly that dependent on others for everything?

You-you ddont know anything.

y-you really- dont! x)

The smile wasn’t hiding anything. Every new word that came from its mouth made him…he couldn’t place it, it was an almost sickening feeling. Dee hated the way it talked to him as if he was inferior. It was god awful familiar, and just inaccurate!

Despite that, he still could barely piece together any words of protest. The only other option his mind gave him was to claw at his palms, least that offered a slight wake up call.

I-I have- sooo much going for me, bud! you- you dont even know!

He didn’t need anyone. He had a ..name!—and he was TRYING to have a life without people fucking RUINING it for him! God. But he knew who gave him that name, he knew who gave him the one before…

It shoved a hand(?) in his face, an act of annoyingly pushing someone back as it circled around him again. As much as it despised people like him, it was awfully fun to mess with them to a breaking point. Surprisingly easy with the little information it had, too!

It sneered at him.

The one thing I don’t know, is your purpose! What’s the point in you being alive? What’s the point at all?

It clicked its tongue and shook its head, like it was preformatively disappointed.

Tch, tch, tch! C’mon now, stinkeri, doc, dee, whatever it is…I do know you. You’ve got the sweet scent of death all over you! We’re practically close friends at this point!

I know what you did to her, green.

It gets flatter as it stands in front of him once more, its height keeps changing, but at the moment it’s equal with him, staring into his eyes with a pointed glare. It did like to mimic those it taunted, of course.

O-of course I-ugh. Fuuuuck you, I’m not playing into this shit anymore.

He forced himself to look back at it, squinting to dull the anxiety that came with it.

He didn’t need to think about her.

He didn’t.

Its eyes closed in a smile.

Or are you earnestly that disconnected from your own actions, that you have to view it like that? A cold honest truth is too much for you, isn’t it?

It’s pathetic. Wretched, as you’d say.

It glanced at his palms, with the cadence of a dog that hadn’t been fed in ages. Less of a hunger, more of a disgust, though.

Bleeding. The smell makes me sick. Doesn’t it make you sick? Or are you used to it by now.

Dee exclaimed. That was the truth, not whatever this freak had in mind. Death gave life purpose—whatever Chaos used to say.. and death also got people off Dee’s back! Some fucked up game with a piss poor ending. Not that he’d get one anytime soon!

Wh—

He glanced down at his hands, he obviously felt the pain, but not the bleeding—Well..now that he was focusing on his palms he could feel it. His eyes widened a little, he didn’t like the feeling. Especially when paired with what it kept bringing up.

Dee wiped his hands on his pants, but that just made the wounds angrier, effectively making the bleeding worse.

He cursed under his breath,

fuuuckfuckin-shittt…nnonono

want some help with that?

its face melded, and for a moment it looked like that..paper bitch, as you’d call him. it reverted quickly though, leaving you wondering if you were just seeing things.

be a shame to ruin that suit. though you must splatter it in blood all the time, huh?

He kept wiping his hands, even though that made them sting more, and (still) bleed more. It was hard to look at it, he kept glancing to his shoulder, and he kept glancing to his feet, half expecting water to be there. He swore there was a weight on his shoulder, the blood on his hands couldnt be his own.

No, no. He needed to focus on the freak in front of him.

it shifted to something smaller. a kid barely taller than your waist. a kid you recognized, of course. after all you only recently cleaned its blood off the floor.

it’s just not fair, is it? it’s not fair at all!

it sneered at him. it honestly wasn’t sure this one would get as much of a reaction, but the kid was the easiest to remember and easiest to shift to, so it might as well.

Dee’s claws went deeper into his hands, but he was making an attempt at steadying his breathing.

It was playing tricks, just trying to get in his head. He was Dee, no one else, not anymore. He didn’t need to think about what he had done, not to….her. And not to the god forsaken parasite it decided to mimic this time around.

He hissed through his teeth as he spoke, it was clear he was trying to be the more intimidating one though it was just as clearly not working.

I don’t know what you’re playing at. I DON’T know you, and you CLEARLY don’t know me.

it spun around, a blank smile on its face. it shifted back to what it looked like before, right after.

i know everything i need to know, greeeeeen!

You don’t exactly have a good poker face.

Mistrum obviously wasn’t intimidated, why would it be? Dee was barely older than a fly to it, Mistrum had been around for much longer and seen much worse than a self entitled asshole. It anything he seemed more like a pissy cat, to it.

Dee cut himself off, who knew what this thing really knew, but he sure as hell didn’t need to tell it more. He could still feel his blood dripping from his palms, and he wished it was this things rather than his own.

Dee looked terrified, of course it was reasonable, but it looked misplaced when on him. He clawed at Elizas tail, but it was thin enough where he was mostly just scratching at his neck.

His eyes were wide, staring at Eliza as he spoke. Dee could still feel blood dripping from his nose, and with his heart pounding, his head spinning, it was a little tricky to comprehend all the words being said.

We can't have your ego get any bigger now, can we?

He crouched down again and lofted your chin with his finger, trying to get a closer look at your neck.

Someone was bound to teach you who you were eventually. It was only a matter of time.

He stood up again and dusted his waistcoat off, spraying riverwater down on top of you.

Well! I ought to get going, stinks. It was a pleasure to do business with you.

We'll meet again soon enough, I'm sure.

Eliza headed to the door before pausing, he turned back and headed towards you, his steps against that hardwood floor agonisingly slow.

Dee grabbed at his knees as if it’d do anything. He was in enough overall pain, stinging, discomfort, whatever he wanted to call it, where it didn’t quite matter what part he tried to soothe.

Smoke clouded his vision and lungs, as if he wasn’t struggling with the two enough. But at least it meant Eliza was gone, (for now.)

There weren’t many rational thoughts going through Dee’s head, the only that seemed reasonable was the fact he had been through much worse, physically and mentally. But that didn’t help! If that was true— why could he barely breathe? Why was his vision spinning? Why couldn’t he get UP?

Dee looked at the hand that had darkened, not like he knew what color it was. He moved it just a little, that meant he was still himself, right?

Right?

Something was there.

Someone was there.

In the room with you. You could feel his presence as blue smoke sneaked into your periphal.

He sat on that crusty old couch, foot rested on the other knee, arms draping over the armrest distastefully. The riverwater still seeping into his bones and clothes was sinking into the depths of the couch by the second, his hair slightly spikier, yet still sopping wet and only highlighted blue now, the rest platinum blonde.

He put on his Best dazzling white smile, eager for you to turn around and see the look on your face.

Finally, he spoke. His voice stung your ears as it leaked from his throat love acid behind you.

Did you miss me? :)

hhoolyFUCK-!

He stumbled back a few steps once Eliza spoke. Obviously not expecting any “company.” Dee stood in his little surprised stance for a moment, before shifting to something a little more composed.

It didn’t help him look much better, though. His hair was noticeably frayed at its ends which didn’t seem like the kind of thing Dee would take lightly.

…Looord you reek..!

He fanned by his snout for a second, you could see his palms were scabbed over.

He laughed loudly before shifting in his seat and clapping his hands.

God- you're an absolute GENIUS! I AM wet! Well done! A+!

He shook his head as riverwater splattered against the wall behind him.

oh the smell? Yeah, well being drowned in a river and laying there, decomposing and rotting for a few months will do that to you.

But hey- I've got EYES now!

Ain't that great?! I can SEE!

he stood up swiftly and shook out his legs, spraying more riverwater across the floor. He paced up and down the room, nearly skipping with joy as his tail whipped behind him. He spun around towards you and ran his fingers through his hair. You noticed his blond roots growing in. You didn't realise he was a natural blond. For some reason, the fact that he died his hair felt like the most human thing about him, yet it just felt weirdly unnatural.

AAand for your information, I was dead yes.

Dee mumbled to himself, watching the water get traced around his house. He reminded himself he’d clean it at some point, his floors had seen worse.

Dee squinting, staring at Elizas eyes as he mentioned them. Since when was he blind? and since when was … whatever color his hair was, Dee could tell it looked a little different. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since they last saw each other, but it really just felt like his memory was failing him here.

He shook the thought off, much bigger concerns at hand, being Eliza was bothering him, again.

Eugh, don’t call me that.

He blinked a few times, obviously switching up his mood a little.

Hah, funny. Very funny.

Anyways, d'you have a shower? ...and a washing machine maybe?? It's not as if I have my own place after all, HAH!

His tail brushed against your legs as he walked past, it felt like somebody had dragged a wet sock across your shins.

You know what, screw it. I'll wash off later. I wanna have some fun first :)

A plume of electric blue smoke replaced where he stood yet again as you felt someone stand behind you.

He leaned over you and whispered right in your left ear.

Ew! no. I’m not an idiot.

Fool him once? shame on you, fool him TWICE, shame on you, fool him a third time…? it’d be getting old by then.

I’m a big fan of my peace and quiet, what can I say? (And also having control of my arm..)

He glanced at that arm again, squinting a little. He hadn’t thought about the shit Eliza had gotten him into in awhile.

I can give you anything you want. Anything you desire.

And, because the kid isn't occupying your mind anymore either, it'd work perfectly. No complications, just swift and painless. You can even be in full control of yourself. Hell, maybe I'd even shut up for a while.

he eyed your arm. It sure would be nice to have such a powerful being to be his vessel. Dee...he'd be magnificent.

He smiled even wider and tilted his head, squinting his eyes slightly.

I can make you perfect.

Please! Buddy, you’re already looking at perfection! :)

His tail swayed behind him as he talked, it was a little unclear if he actually believed what he was saying. But, knowing him, he probably did. Even if he was much more a mess than usual.

You both stood in awkward silence for a few moments before he spoke.

I can make you beautiful.

He pulled his hands out of his pocket without changing his expression or looking down and slipped off his glove from his right hand. He slowly reached his right arm out to you as an offering, irking you to shake his hand.

It's a painless procedure.

I don’t..uhh..

Was he bleeding? Something was dripping--no, that was the water, should be the water. God, it getting frustrating.... Was he SURE he wasn't bleeding?? He took a few glances at his palms, his shoulders, but his eyes kept returning to the hand in front of him.

beautiful

Was that all he wanted? He took a step back, turning his gaze to the side. He almost looked afraid in a way. His conscience screamed at him, it wasn't like Eliza would really do it anyway...but how could Dee be sure?

I'm nooot just gonna.. even if- fuuccckin.

don't you want to be beautiful?

Don't you want all of this to be over?

Yyou said it’d…uh.

I said I'll make you beautiful. I promise.

He waved his fingers of his outstretched hand slightly.

Everything will be over. All of your problems resolved.

And you'll be beautiful. So, so beautiful.

He felt like death, or something similar. Why couldn’t he back away? Turn away? Every part of him felt against himself, it didn’t feel great, would it really be right to listen to the part of him that said Eliza could fix that?

He was smarter than this, he knew that, so why wasn’t his hand going back to his side?

Fucking idiot.

Eliza's face began to distort as the room swirled around you in shades of blues and navies. It felt as if someone had drilled into your skull, every tiny sound was unbelievably loud and overwhelming, and the pain in your head was horrific.

And he began to laugh. He laughed uncontrollably, indubitably and without end. It shrieked throughout the room and felt as if your eardrums were getting pierced. The strange rhythm of it, the weird pulse in volume all felt so unnatural it made you want to vomit. Your hand felt as if it were broken, elizas grip on it still firm as ever as he just stood there, laughing.

Wh—ffuuck, FUCK!

One hand reached up to shelter his ear, while the other took an attempt at prying away from Eliza, obviously unsuccessful. It was all spinning, it wasn’t like head pain was a new concept to him, but he could barely find his footing. The only thing keeping him from falling over was Elizas grip on his hand.

The arbitrator took a few steps back and finally let go of your hand, giggling to himself while slipping back on his glove. His work here was done, so now all he has to do was wait for your opinion on it.

Making deals like these were always pretty draining for him, so he was a bit lightheaded. He collapsed onto the couch and crossed his leg, soaking it in riverwater again.

He grabbed at his chest to try to steady either, he was fine he was fine, he had to be fine. The hand he lifted looked darker, but he could control it unlike the last time.

Dee looked up at Eliza as he spoke, but didn’t respond, not that he felt he could get anything out.

Was something dripping again? his eyes darted around, though everything felt even blurrier than normal. But, of course he could make out his own blood, leaking from what he figured was his nose.

Chin up, darling. We're not done here yet.

He stifled another fit of laughter, trying to hold it in. If he laughed now, you'd lose consciousness all together and you'd be no fun.

he stood up again and took a few steps back before dee felt his legs ..twitch? No...this was slower, sluggish almost. He felt his legs slowly drag themselves underneath him and push himself up off the ground, completely out of his own control. It was horrible, knowing that something other than his own mind was controlling the way he moved. He unwillingly stood up and took a few steps towards Eliza, following him. It felt disgusting, vile even, feeling his legs move entirely on their own, knowing he had no control over where they'd go next.

Can't have you laying on the ground for too long, now can we?

Eliza chuckled before turning around to face you again, your legs somehow still holding you up. He glanced down at them and scoffed, clearly impressed by his own work.

His body shook, except for his legs. A stinging uncomfort as they stiffly held his weight. He couldn’t move them himself. A sickening feeling, disgusting he should be used to this kind of thing by now, nauseating—he couldn’t move, he couldn’t.

Even though nothing was happening, you really could tell Dee was trying to take a step back. His mind screamed at him to do something, but what was the pint if he couldn’t even back away? The tail whipping around behind him seemed to be where all that energy was going.

sstoo-sffuckin— nooono..

Something was there.

Someone was there.

In the room with you. You could feel his presence as blue smoke sneaked into your periphal.

He sat on that crusty old couch, foot rested on the other knee, arms draping over the armrest distastefully. The riverwater still seeping into his bones and clothes was sinking into the depths of the couch by the second, his hair slightly spikier, yet still sopping wet and only highlighted blue now, the rest platinum blonde.

He put on his Best dazzling white smile, eager for you to turn around and see the look on your face.

Finally, he spoke. His voice stung your ears as it leaked from his throat love acid behind you.

Did you miss me? :)

hhoolyFUCK-!

He stumbled back a few steps once Eliza spoke. Obviously not expecting any “company.” Dee stood in his little surprised stance for a moment, before shifting to something a little more composed.

It didn’t help him look much better, though. His hair was noticeably frayed at its ends which didn’t seem like the kind of thing Dee would take lightly.

…Looord you reek..!

He fanned by his snout for a second, you could see his palms were scabbed over.

He laughed loudly before shifting in his seat and clapping his hands.

God- you're an absolute GENIUS! I AM wet! Well done! A+!

He shook his head as riverwater splattered against the wall behind him.

oh the smell? Yeah, well being drowned in a river and laying there, decomposing and rotting for a few months will do that to you.

But hey- I've got EYES now!

Ain't that great?! I can SEE!

he stood up swiftly and shook out his legs, spraying more riverwater across the floor. He paced up and down the room, nearly skipping with joy as his tail whipped behind him. He spun around towards you and ran his fingers through his hair. You noticed his blond roots growing in. You didn't realise he was a natural blond. For some reason, the fact that he died his hair felt like the most human thing about him, yet it just felt weirdly unnatural.

AAand for your information, I was dead yes.

Dee mumbled to himself, watching the water get traced around his house. He reminded himself he’d clean it at some point, his floors had seen worse.

Dee squinting, staring at Elizas eyes as he mentioned them. Since when was he blind? and since when was … whatever color his hair was, Dee could tell it looked a little different. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since they last saw each other, but it really just felt like his memory was failing him here.

He shook the thought off, much bigger concerns at hand, being Eliza was bothering him, again.

Eugh, don’t call me that.

He blinked a few times, obviously switching up his mood a little.

Hah, funny. Very funny.

Anyways, d'you have a shower? ...and a washing machine maybe?? It's not as if I have my own place after all, HAH!

His tail brushed against your legs as he walked past, it felt like somebody had dragged a wet sock across your shins.

You know what, screw it. I'll wash off later. I wanna have some fun first :)

A plume of electric blue smoke replaced where he stood yet again as you felt someone stand behind you.

He leaned over you and whispered right in your left ear.

Ew! no. I’m not an idiot.

Fool him once? shame on you, fool him TWICE, shame on you, fool him a third time…? it’d be getting old by then.

I’m a big fan of my peace and quiet, what can I say? (And also having control of my arm..)

He glanced at that arm again, squinting a little. He hadn’t thought about the shit Eliza had gotten him into in awhile.

I can give you anything you want. Anything you desire.

And, because the kid isn't occupying your mind anymore either, it'd work perfectly. No complications, just swift and painless. You can even be in full control of yourself. Hell, maybe I'd even shut up for a while.

he eyed your arm. It sure would be nice to have such a powerful being to be his vessel. Dee...he'd be magnificent.

He smiled even wider and tilted his head, squinting his eyes slightly.

I can make you perfect.

Please! Buddy, you’re already looking at perfection! :)

His tail swayed behind him as he talked, it was a little unclear if he actually believed what he was saying. But, knowing him, he probably did. Even if he was much more a mess than usual.

You both stood in awkward silence for a few moments before he spoke.

I can make you beautiful.

He pulled his hands out of his pocket without changing his expression or looking down and slipped off his glove from his right hand. He slowly reached his right arm out to you as an offering, irking you to shake his hand.

It's a painless procedure.

I don’t..uhh..

Was he bleeding? Something was dripping--no, that was the water, should be the water. God, it getting frustrating.... Was he SURE he wasn't bleeding?? He took a few glances at his palms, his shoulders, but his eyes kept returning to the hand in front of him.

beautiful

Was that all he wanted? He took a step back, turning his gaze to the side. He almost looked afraid in a way. His conscience screamed at him, it wasn't like Eliza would really do it anyway...but how could Dee be sure?

I'm nooot just gonna.. even if- fuuccckin.

don't you want to be beautiful?

Don't you want all of this to be over?

Yyou said it’d…uh.

I said I'll make you beautiful. I promise.

He waved his fingers of his outstretched hand slightly.

Everything will be over. All of your problems resolved.

And you'll be beautiful. So, so beautiful.

He felt like death, or something similar. Why couldn’t he back away? Turn away? Every part of him felt against himself, it didn’t feel great, would it really be right to listen to the part of him that said Eliza could fix that?

He was smarter than this, he knew that, so why wasn’t his hand going back to his side?

Fucking idiot.

Eliza's face began to distort as the room swirled around you in shades of blues and navies. It felt as if someone had drilled into your skull, every tiny sound was unbelievably loud and overwhelming, and the pain in your head was horrific.

And he began to laugh. He laughed uncontrollably, indubitably and without end. It shrieked throughout the room and felt as if your eardrums were getting pierced. The strange rhythm of it, the weird pulse in volume all felt so unnatural it made you want to vomit. Your hand felt as if it were broken, elizas grip on it still firm as ever as he just stood there, laughing.

Wh—ffuuck, FUCK!

One hand reached up to shelter his ear, while the other took an attempt at prying away from Eliza, obviously unsuccessful. It was all spinning, it wasn’t like head pain was a new concept to him, but he could barely find his footing. The only thing keeping him from falling over was Elizas grip on his hand.

The arbitrator took a few steps back and finally let go of your hand, giggling to himself while slipping back on his glove. His work here was done, so now all he has to do was wait for your opinion on it.

Making deals like these were always pretty draining for him, so he was a bit lightheaded. He collapsed onto the couch and crossed his leg, soaking it in riverwater again.

He grabbed at his chest to try to steady either, he was fine he was fine, he had to be fine. The hand he lifted looked darker, but he could control it unlike the last time.

Dee looked up at Eliza as he spoke, but didn’t respond, not that he felt he could get anything out.

Was something dripping again? his eyes darted around, though everything felt even blurrier than normal. But, of course he could make out his own blood, leaking from what he figured was his nose.