(Your Name) sat in the empty darkness, reliving every single moment of their death, how scared the Colonel looked, how he tried to grab them, how they fell off the balcony and saw Damien and Celine-wait, what was that?
“-I do not think this is a good idea, Dark is going to be upset that we are here,” A robotic sounding voice said. (Your Name) almost jumped, they hadn’t heard a real human voice in years. They stumbled to their feet and walked towards the mirror, setting a hand on the seemingly open space.
“Ah, what's the fun in that, eh?” a slightly familiar slurred voice spoke. (Your Name) thought that maybe it was a drunk dude, with a very sober friend, but something in the back of their mind screamed at them to pound on the glass, scream at them to help.
“Wil. Really, this is-” The sober one stopped short as he turned the corner, seeing the trapped (Your Name) for the first time, banging on the cracked mirror from the wrong side, screaming only to be hardly heard. He stopped and called for his friend.
“Wilford. We have a slight problem.” He sighed, fixing his glasses. ‘Wilford’ came swaggering up, a small pink mustache right above his lip and a constant stubble on his face. He wore rather bright clothing and looked remarkably similar to the sober man. And something just screamed at (Your Name) that they knew this man.
“Whats wrong Goog-(Your Name)..?” ‘Wilford’ said, now turning his attention to the mirror instead of his friend. His face was one of shock and confusion as if he was trying to remember something. (Your Name) looked bewildered and pointed to themselves. Wilford took a minute to compose himself from his random twitches and shocked noises. He turned to his friend and whispered something feverishly to him. The sober friend nodded, and recently went away. ‘Wilford’ got closer to the mirror.
“You’re (Your Name), the District Attorney. You were friends wit-”
“Don’t you dare say his name” (Your Name) spat out, glaring at Wilford. Suddenly, something clicked in their minds, “You’re the Colonel, William I believe.”
“Yes! Yes I am! You still hold a grudge against him?” Wilford asked, making (Your Name) growl slightly. Their throat hurt, this has been way too much talking, they hadn’t talked this much in a while.
“Of course I still hold a grudge, you talk like its been a long time, its only been a year-hasn’t it..?” (Your Name) asked, expecting a nod, but when Wilford tugged at his suspenders nervously, their heart dropped, and their temper flared.
“It's been many years.. Decades ..?” Wilford offered, making (Your Name)’s temper flare even more.
“What do you mean, ‘Decades’? It couldn’t have been a decade-” They start coughing, Decades with no food or water sucks, especially if you don’t usually talk.
“Oh no, jeez, sorry, why don’t we get you some-”
“WILFORD WARFSTACHE”
“Oh, shi-Dark!” Wilford whirled around, and hurried to the front of the house, leaving (Your Name).
“Wait! Wil-don’t leave me!” They cried, watching their only hope of leaving this place. A lot of yelling was heard, one voice was obviously Williams, and the other seemed familiar, and would pause for a moment when Wil mentioned their name. Suddenly, loud footsteps came towards them.
“Wil..? Is that you..?” Their voice was stronger now, the yelling the two produced provided more vibrations that (Your Name) could use.
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