Part : 4
Tittle : Let's play, shall we?
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Jungkook's breath hitched, a ragged gasp in the sterile silence of the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, his reflection a mask of fear and confusion. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling slightly. "What do you want?"
The voice, a low, guttural echo of his own, responded, its tone laced with a dark amusement. "Who am I? A simple question, isn't it? I am you. I am me. I am everything you want to be."
The words hung in the air, a chilling pronouncement that sent a wave of icy dread through Jungkook. He felt a sense of violation, as if his very essence was being dissected, manipulated.
"That's impossible," he whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You're not me."
The voice chuckled, a low, menacing sound that seemed to resonate within his very skull. "Am I not? Look closer, Jungkook. Look deep within. You'll find me there, lurking in the shadows of your mind."
He stared at his reflection, searching for any sign of the entity that spoke to him. But there was nothing. Just his own face, pale and drawn, his eyes filled with a growing terror.
"You're trying to confuse me," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Confuse you?" the voice echoed, its tone mocking. "I'm merely showing you the truth. The truth you've been denying for so long. The truth that you and I are one."
Jungkook shook his head, his hands gripping the edge of the sink until his knuckles turned white. "No. That's not true. I'm not like you."
"Like me?" the voice repeated, a hint of dark amusement in its tone. "And what am I, Jungkook? What am I that you fear so much?"
The silence that followed was thick, heavy, charged with an unspoken threat. Jungkook stared into the mirror, his mind reeling, his sense of self fracturing. He felt a growing sense of dread, a chilling certainty that he was losing control, that something dark and powerful was taking over.
"You're a nightmare," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"Perhaps," the voice replied, its tone almost gentle. "But nightmares have a way of becoming reality, don't they? Especially when they're born from within."
Jungkook's breath hitched, a shallow, ragged gasp. He stared into the mirror, his reflection a mask of growing terror. "A game?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What kind of game?"
The voice, a low, resonant echo of his own, chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound that seemed to vibrate within his very skull. "A game of us, Jungkook. A game of shared existence. A game of fractured selves."
The voice paused, then continued, its tone laced with a chilling amusement. "Let's play a game. You will enter my brain. We'll share the same body. Bleed the same blood. But our personalities will differ. And so will our thoughts."
Jungkook's eyes widened, his mind reeling. "What are you talking about?"
"When you are happy," the voice continued, its tone almost conversational, "I will be sad. For we can never feel the same thing. We need to balance each other out. I hurt you, and you fix me. I love you, and you hate me. Two different people, who were forced to share one brain."
The voice paused, a pregnant silence filling the bathroom. Then, it continued, its tone growing darker, more menacing. "Maybe there's more. It all depends on the day. But that's all part of the game."
A cold dread settled in Jungkook's stomach. He felt a sense of violation, a chilling certainty that he was losing control, that something dark and powerful was taking over.
"This is insane," he whispered, his voice trembling. "You're insane."
"Insane?" the voice echoed, its tone mocking. "Or merely... playing by the rules? The rules of our shared existence? So, let's play, shall we? Let's see which one will survive and which one will rot. Because we will either go crazy or find the cure to make this madness stop."
The voice paused, then finished with a chilling flourish. "LET'S PLAY, SHALL WE?"
The words hung in the air, a dark, echoing promise of torment. Jungkook stared at his reflection, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Jungkook's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a desperate defiance. "No," he hissed, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and rage. "I'm not going to play this stupid, insane game of yours."
He gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles white, his body rigid with resistance. "I won't let you control me."
The voice, a low, guttural echo of his own, chuckled, a dark, chilling sound that seemed to slither through the air. "How... naive," it said, its tone laced with a mocking amusement. "You think you have a choice?"
Jungkook's breath hitched, a ragged gasp. He stared at his reflection, his eyes wide with a growing terror. "I do," he insisted, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll fight you. I'll find a way to stop you."
"Fight me?" the voice echoed, its tone laced with a dark amusement. "You can't fight yourself, Jungkook. We are intertwined, bound together. Every breath you take, every thought you have, every beat of your heart... it's mine too."
The voice paused, then continued, its tone hardening, becoming cold and implacable. "You don't have a choice. You never did. This game... it's already begun. And you, Jungkook, are already playing."
A cold dread settled in Jungkook's stomach, a chilling certainty that he was trapped, ensnared in a game he couldn't escape. He felt a sense of violation, a chilling awareness that his very essence was being invaded, manipulated.
"No," he whispered, his voice trembling. "No, this isn't happening."
"But it is," the voice replied, its tone flat and devoid of emotion. "And it will continue. Until one of us wins. Or until we both lose."
The words hung in the air, a dark, echoing pronouncement of his impending doom. Jungkook stared at his reflection, his eyes filled with a desperate fear. He knew, deep down, that the voice was right. He didn't have a choice. The game had begun, and he was a pawn in a twisted, terrifying play.
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To be continued ~