Mercury stayed silent at the others inquiries, well he wasn’t wrong. It had been plaguing him for a while now this shifting image of himself following at his leisure, commenting and just–being a plain ass. Except the problem was no one else could see himÂ
It was weak at first whispering here or there, and loud annoying taunts late at night–Mercury couldn’t exactly pinpoint when….the voice morphed into…a actual being. Many times over making people look at him funny, thanks to the notion of speaking aloud to himself.
His eyes fluttered closed momentarily taking a long deep breath from his pale lips as his teeth gritted against themselves still it pissed him off to such a state-- his killers remorse finally crawling out. “It was a job nothing more” he snapped back
Mercury brought his hands together and did his best to sound pathetic, “oh I’m so sorry then, I didn’t realize it was just a job!” He forced little crocodile tears out of his eyes, “how foolish of me to impose some kind of… conscience upon you when you’re just a hard working man, doing an honest days work!”
His tone quickly shifted, “oh wait, that’s just what you’ve kept telling yourself over the years to take the sting of guilt away from yourself.” He walked closer to the other Mercury, “it’s pretty pathetic, don’t you think?” His grin was bigger than ever.













