(what the hell was i thinking? throwing the alter ego stuff, discordants, and nosmirc all at once??? I think it's no suprise that this was scrapped.)
God… my head… Like seriously, what a fuuckaing hellscape that was… I really dont want those hands to come back again… Anyway, task at hand. I push myself off the floor, and stand up, legs attached to my body. I don’t want him to die just yet, so I think we should grab ourselves a knife, just as a precaution. I hope that the person behind that door has good intentions. I’m getting really bored, and I want to just kill someone already... I walk over to the kitchen, and see my knife collection on the countertop.
I take a decently sharp butcher knife from the knife collection, having an incredibly satisfying *shing* as it came out of its sheath.
Everything is in order. I step towards the door. Every step, the floor creaks, almost as if in anticipation for what happens next.
I turn the handle, and hide my knife until the right moment.
The door swings open, with a looooong, drawn out creak.
“WHAT THE F()()K DO YOU WANT?!” I scream, at the… the… mailman…
“God! Crimson never acts like that! Where did you put him? And why are you holding a knife!?” The mailman says, in complete shock.
“Well… I’m really bored right now. Living in this dump of an apartment has really gotten to me.” I lick my lips. “How about we make a trade?” I brandish my butcher knife, my reflection shining in its stainless steel exterior… “I take your life, and you take this knife.” He falls onto the floor, obviously terrified.
“I… please d-dont kill me…” He says, voice shaking.
I’ll take that as a yes… I silently come face-to-face with him. But then, I smell something. A familiar smell… “Hmmmmm… you’re not a mailman, are you?” I say as I come even close to his face.
I can feel his shaking breath over my skin. That thing isn’t kin.
“You’re a DISCORDANT-13, aren’t you? The one that possesses people, right?” I say, chuckling. “Come on… leave that poor mailman alone. You came here for me, hoping you’d get the stupid side of me.” I say. The mailman starts to flash in and out of existence. It’s nervous.
“D-Discordant? I… wh–” It says, obviously trying to lie to me. “Don’t worry, you can come out… I only bite sometimes…” I say, smiling. God… this is so much fun! Sadly, the DISCORDANT-13 does’nt come out. Perhaps, some part of the mailman is still there?
“PROPHESIZE_FALLOUT_ETERNAL_NIGHTFALL” It finally says, its true colors finally showing. “Ah… there you a—”
“SAKURA_LABORATORY_TESTING_TORTUROUS” I sigh. It’s obviously malfunctioning. They usually spell out more coherent strings of random words…
“REALITY_FALLACY_SILVER_STRINGS” The mailman’s soul has been completely fractalized. There’s no saving him… Well, I was going to kill him, so I guess it doesn't matter now…
“ARMS_LEGS_SKIN_FLESH”
“HEART_LUNGS_BRAIN_LIVER”
“BONE_MARROW_VEINS_BLOOD”
“LOST_ALL_FOUND_NOTHI—“ And… A clean cut. It looks like the DISCORDANT-13 forgot to say “head-still-on-me!” god… i love this.
Suddenly, inside of the apartment, our pre-alarm rings. Almost time for that hideously boring job. I’ll let him take control once I hide the body, and clean up the… mess that I’ve created. I can’t let him know I exist. Not yet…
(the rest of this scene is unfinished.)