DP: Betrayal & Corruption (Unrevised Version)

While Furor cackled in his own ‘victorious laughter,’ the ghost boy inwardly sighed by his comeback. Hearing the same old stuff that’s not really needed to be said over and over than twice came to be a lot more annoying to the ghost boy. He couldn’t catch a break if it were his other half life was in danger.

Hearing this crap from different villains every time, day or night, hour or day, they show up and make their idiotic intros. They ‘battle’ him with one of their weapons solo or double team him, then make their ‘grand’ finale by saying they will return in another time. It’s too much to hear the same things again and again.

During this time of imprisonment, Danny couldn’t recollect the time he may have been trapped in the invisible prison, letting Furor hear what he’s thinking or saying out loud to another. It felt like he’s stuck in an impenetrable trap for all his life, eternity settling into him in his head full of dark loneliness. It’ll make him psycho crazy in that amount of time, let alone miserable. Could he get out without Furor noticing him gone? He may have to make this quick, but how he won’t let him know is the problem.

“Danny… Do be a burden of horror and anger,” Furor pleaded softly, a sickening smile plastered on his face as he came close to the boy’s own. Danny raised an eyebrow, unbeknownst of what his enemy’s ordeal. “I’ll let you know something. I’m bound that you’ll get this right off the bat sooner than you’ll realize. Do you see how someone can be set-off quickly than depression?”

Danny looked puzzled, tilting his head slightly to one side. He knew depression was more lasting than anger, not the other way around. Depression does much worse than anger, but he had little experience with depression than anger.

Furor sighed, closing his eyes, the smile turned to a grin. “Here’s a hint: I’ve had once a prisoner that had shown me depression while inside an off-set room. He had no one by his side, no one that he could’ve called ‘friend’. He was stuck in his own mind, slowly changing his specified personality that wasn’t going to be reversible. I knew he could change at any given time. That entity did, however, have had two companions. They have tried persuading him to join their group again, but he refused and started destroying the prison until exploding it all together.” He opened his eyes, “Can you guess who that entity was, my boy?”

The ghost boy shook his head, confusion over taking him. “What are you playing at, Furor?” Who was he talking about?

Furor chuckled, and before he could say the answer, the shadow got hit by a red beam in the back. Danny, still confused on what’s going on, frantically glance at the direction Furor had been shot. Nothing could’ve made the shot, he didn’t believe where it came from for the matter. Furor picked himself up from the ground, growling deeply to being hit by a nuisance. His head snapped at all ways, readying an energy ball to be released at the given moment.

“Come out you perpetual mistake! I knew that was you that had shot me!”

Another blast of light wavered in the air much brighter than the last. It struck Furor in the chest, knocking him down along with a thud. Danny heard snickering up above him and looked up, surprised at who he saw. He sighed in relief. It was Tiassale levitating higher than where Furor was floating, but at the same time, wasn’t him.

Instead of the dull white rim around himself, it was replaced with a ruby red color, much like his snake slit eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. His body wasn’t the same dull tone; all parts of him were black as night, making him blend well to the space. He wasn’t his neutral twin when they first met; heck, the other didn’t know Tiassale had a mischief emotion behind the frightened one.

“Hello, Danny!” Tiassale softly greeted him, floating downward to embrace the boy. He didn’t feel transparent no more. “Finally made it through this lonely abyss.”