The Reluctant Apprentice: Friends Forever

Finally Unmasked

POV: 1st - Alex
He insisted on struggling so much and so I had punched him so much to make him stop. I had spent so long wondering and trying to figure out what his face actually looked like, only to be greeted by nothing in his own goddamn memories. I was going to find out today, it was the least I could get considering how bad of an evening I've been having so far, "Stop struggling so much! I didn't even struggle this much when you murdered me, you coward!"
In between everything, he made incredibly inhuman noises before the first legible thing was said, "Get off of me you goddamn bitch!" He must've been really angry because his posh and calm demeanor was completely gone. Honestly I should've been terrified by such a break in character, but this was way too funny for me to take seriously. I was so close to getting the goddamn head off, I could hear the last few strands of the velcro that kept the suit together separate, "Why are you fighting so much?" He kicked, flailed, and was "trying" to punch me. I say trying only because he did succeed, but it didn't feel like anything was happening. It wasn't his fault he was so weak, it's really hard to make punches and kicks impactful in a dream, "It doesn't matter! Get off!!" At that moment, I realized that it wasn't just anger that he was feeling. No it goes deeper, but it was impossible to figure out what lay underneath. It didn't matter in the end because I had succeeded.
The costume head flew off of him, falling back a few feet behind him, while at the same time we both fell back in the chair. Suddenly I found myself face-to-face with a man pinned underneath me. The information and knowledge that this was a killer finally sunken. I mean I always knew that information, but there was something eye-opening about having a face to connect at all to. I had known him for a long time as just a creepy bunny. The second, I had a human face to put towards all those comments he had made and actions he had done, I felt ill. If the twisting in my stomach wasn't bad enough, I also suddenly realized what kind of awkward body position I was in.
I practically leapt off of him. Eventually I regained my composure and looked up. Now before me was a man clearly in his late 30s who clearly he did not look like he took care of himself. The first thing you would notice is the guy was unbearably pale and had piercing eyes. It was strange how piercing his eyes were considering that they were also very much dead and glassy. The color of which reminded me of a clean sheet of metal. The next thing I've noticed was how greasy his hair was. It looked very unpleasant to touch or even be near. It was a dark brown, much more dark than mine. And outside of that, he just kind of looked like a normal person. I guess I've always been kind of bad at describing or comprehending face shapes and shit, but now suddenly I could fill in the blanks all those picture frames. This was just a skinny version of that person, "I was kind of hoping you were going to be like a huge tentacle monster or something... Now this is just like super awkward I'm gonna go get you your head back so you don't have to like be a person anymore..."
I got up to go get his head and as I tried to walk around him, he grabbed my leg, "I look... normal?" He said that almost as if the concept was a bit foreign to him, which to be fair it has been a while probably since he had actually been able to see what he looked like since he had been trapped in a suit all along- And at that moment I realize exactly why his face was missing in his own memories. With a snap I gave him a mirror and I continued. I watched does he touched his face and, on the way back to him, he seems like he was just as confused. Luckily for me the dream was starting to collapse at this point so I didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of whatever that was.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I was about to enjoy it meanwhile it seemed that William didn't wake up quite yet so I decided to just leave him be for a little bit, let him process that information. It was none of my business, I was not going to baby him anymore now that I had a face to put to his body I can now hopefully effectively blocked out my urge to protect the plush toy.