•A Turn Of Events•

ẙ Adventure 3 ẙ

A path. A strange path with a crossroad leading both to darkness. It was like the world was giving me a choice. One looked grassy and less taken, and the other, travelled by many. I had wondered of such decisions would make an impact or not, but does that matter? I have done everything and nothing to make my life better. Yet destruction follows behind me. I can hear the crackling of leaves nearer than before. I can hear their steps. Though, at this point, I cannot comprehend if they were my own. What is real anymore?

Charlie POV- 

My head hung low, feeling my breath touch my shoulder. I feel a strong breeze, making my body freeze from the coldness running down my whole body. Using the remaining strength I can gather, I open my eyes and wiggle my fingers.

Blinking slowly, I finally open my eyes as I dart my eyes around the room, and it looked very abnormal. It was destroyed, touched my destruction itself. Walls were open, letting the air run past in the room i occupied in, and there was little to no items inside here, only the test tube I was in was only furniture inside this open room. I grunt. Trying to huff my way out of this caged structure that was once built around me, only to be demolished by something. Just as I moved the broken glass away from my path that was attached to the tube, I finally stepped outside of it, avoiding the shards that laid carelessly on the dusty ground.

"Where am I..." I say out loud. And in that moment, i wished that someone would say something back. Someone to be here with me in the eye on the storm. I stare at my bare feet, already dirty from the remains of destruction as loneliness overtook my mind.

"Hello?" My voice grows louder, wanting a miracle voice to appear out of nowhere as I pull my head up, my eyes not staring at the endless piles of dust on the ground. 

There was nothing. Nothing to grasp out for hope. It was this was a world designed to kill me.

That was until I heard a grumble in the distance. My head shot up as turn my head to the right, feeling some sort of relief wash over me. I put one foot over another, struggling to keep myself up as I head to the direction of the noise. I stop until I stood at the edge of the broken wall, I peeked my head down so I can finally let my mind rest from the constant thinking, only to see hundreds, no, maybe even thousands of disoriented humans, with the eyes that signify death. 

"What... What in the hell is this..." I gasp, my voice no longer holding on to that hope. 

I hear more grumbles from the zombies, mixing into different pitches and sounds just as if they were humans that were distinct from each other. But they were no longer living. They only moves around aimlessly without purpose, all groaning for something more. I step back in horror, my pupils dilated from the scene I've witness. 

This was insanity.

The world was actually designed to try to kill me. Like some God wanted this upon me. But who could do such a thing...

I sigh a shaky breath, an overwhelming amount of thoughts flooding my brain as i stood inside the ruined room.

"What is this hell." I looked at my trembling hands. I huff, closing my hands until they form a fist just to hope it'll stop my unsteady actions. I drop my hands to the side, although my mind still scattered everywhere, I knew I needed to do what humans do best. Survive. I gulp all the worry and anxiousness deep down inside of my body and mind and started to unsurely stride towards the doorway out of the room.

Bizly POV-

"We... We can't just let him out there! He's trying to commit suicide Condi! He needs us, maybe a little more convincing can do the trick, maybe..." My voice trembled, cheeks stained with dry tears, yet my mind still convinced on only one thing.

"I... I don't know Bizly..." A quiet voice answers. "If we try to find him, who knows how long it'll be. And even if we actually find him, he'll do what he think is best. Run away. It's absolutely useless, he knows us, better than anyone, what do you expect from him." I hear shuffling in the room.

Me and Condi were still at Quackity's building where Charlie left us both in distress. I was sitting down in the middle of the room, with Condi laying beside me. Both of us were exhausted physically and mentally.

"Fuck that. He'll come around." I huff out, a little annoyed from Condi's renounced voice. "We both know its' not his fault that he's dead, but all he thinks about is how it is. Which is so fucking... fucking stupid...." I sniff, not knowing if I'm angry or sad. "I don't fucking know what's gotten into him.. After his death, all he do is push us away. It's not normal, at all. Like, I know we all cope in different ways, but this has gone too far! Does he not care that he's also hurting us!" I rant out, feeling tears form again as I grip my hands in my hair. Pulling it just to stop the annoying thoughts tearing my mind. 

I kept pulling, and pulling, and pulling, and pulling until I felt so much pain to replace everything I felt. That was until I felt a soft hand on one of my hands, caressing it slightly until my hands stops itself.

"I know Bizly. Just hang on there, we'll think of something, okay. I know you got some strong feelings towards the situation, even I do. But lets do this one step at a time before we lose control of the situation." He sighs, sitting up from his position. "Look, I understand what you're feeling, and I wish I want to do something. Though I don't even know what to do anymore. He's out of our grasps, and he might do it again if we find him again. If you want to stop him, we need to calm down and gain control." Condi says, seemingly trying to re-organize his thoughts before I could. I huff out, a little angry at how many little choice we may conjure, but I endured it. At least I had someone by my side. I let go of my hair, dropping my arms to my side as I looked at Condi.

"Alright... Then what should we do then?" I asked. Biting my lip in anticipation.

"I... The best I can think of is finding him, and saving him... And by saving him, i mean by locking him up.." Condi hesitates, gulping nervously as he meets my eyes in worry of my reaction.

I give him wide eyes as my eyebrows furrow at the suggestion. "You want to lock him up?" I say, my mouth ajar in shock. I would never dream on Condi saying that, especially in a serious situation.

"I know it's fucking ridiculous, but we need time to understand him. Talk to him. Maybe even help or figure out why he's been doing these shit. There's still unexplained stuff he hasn't told us, and if we locking him up can give us time. Then so be it. We can't let him go anymore, I can't let him die. We can't let him die. I mean, if you have any other ideas, go right ahead. This is only a suggestion." He says, his voice filling up with regret after each second. But what else can he do nor say in this situation.

"I..." I quietly respond, also hesitant to respond. " I do agree we need time. But that seems brutal Condi." I say, looking back at his tired eyes. Eye lids drooping slightly. "I say we can do that as plan B. For now, we should play defense and not scare him, while still trying to find him. Like maybe planting signals in as many world we can know where he is or where he's heading as we search for him in other worlds. Maybe even getting other people's help to try to find him. We must know people that are available. Maybe even more. I don't know man, maybe lets not lock him up yet.

"Yeah... I guess so..." Condi says. In the corner in my eye, I see the sunlight, shining through, making its' way in the building. I was about to turn to look at it, just to look at something that'll calm my mind and eyes. But I stopped when Condi's eyes slightly turn red. Quickly disappearing and turning back to his normal eye color as he looks back at me. I squint my eyes, studying Condi's eyes more carefully.

"W...What is it Biz?" He says in a worried manner. I see him furrow his brows as he investigates my facial expressions. 

"I..." I open my mouth. "Nothing..." I say instead. Not wanting to add more to the pile as I see Condi's tired yet worried look. I shook my head, my eyes not leaving Condi's eyes, afraid it'll show itself again.

"Alright..." Condi sighs, looking away and turning towards the sun peaking in the room.

•End of Chapter•

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