#Hey kit? Isn't this technically 4th wall breaking?

[nerdbabyarthur]

hey, Artie... you alright? starting to worry a few folks...

“….”

Arthur’s eyes blaze, the orange glow bright and….not all too entirely pleased. His teeth are clenched as his hands become claws. His cracked pendant’s soft golden glow flickers, green sparks coming from it. Standing up, after days of bitterness. He did not look happy.

“Really? Really. Do you actually believe I’m that stupid? That I don’t see the pattern here? You wanna know how I am? I’m pissed. I’m tired and hurt, and so fucking angry you barely know the beginning of it. And you know what? All of it is your fault. All of this, is because of all of you.”

His voice is a growl, the glow of his necklace and his eyes momentarily flashing…green. His form sparks as his electric powers react to his growing emotional response, the color unable to decide if it wants to keep it’s usual yellow hue.

“Do you know what it’s like to be abandoned for years? Only to see others again only because they’re checking to see what level of hot mess you are now, and not because they care? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being alone, of being laughed at and made fun of and dragged around like a chew toy. No more, I’ll deal with this. No! MORE!”

The apartment flashes, all the items inside raising as if losing gravity, Arthur’s form twitching with barely contained anger. The glow of his necklace was entirely green now, and that color seemed to bleed outwards, slowly infecting his peachy ghostly glow with a vibrant sickening neon green. He sneers down at everyone who’s watching, sharp fangs bared in a snarl as his orange eyes flicker.

“You’re all sick freaks! Nasty little fucks who find entertainment from my suffering! You barely so much as waste your breath on me, but always make sure you’re there for my next breakdown! My life is just a game to you, a show! I bet you’re just sitting there watching me now, waiting to see what I’ll do! Waiting to see if someone will show up and hurt me, if I’ll hurt myself! FUCK YOU! Fuck you and your bullshit, LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME! I’M A GHOST WITH BARELY ANY PURPOSE!!”

His voice raises and raises by each passing second, wind picking up in the apartment as tools and metal and furniture is tossed around. His eyes are green now….his voice taking on dual tones, shrieking in despair and anguish and anger, the sound ringing the ears of all who listen. The green sparks fizzle and zap from his broken anchor more and more, figure glitching with it. He’s hurt, he’s been living with a damaged anchor for too long…it’s starting to take affect.

“Can you wrap your pathetic little brains around the fact that I only started to become truly happy after I died? Do you understand how TERRIBLE that is?! You fuckers barely gave a shit about that too!”

Arthur’s voice cracks with emotions, ghostly visage unable to choose between fully electric and deadly, or his undead human guise. Green and yellow green and yellow…

“My best friend Thaia is missing, the only person to care about me and give a damn. NONE of you care. You all pretend and play pity party to wriggle in under my skin and make it all hurt even worse. You didn’t care when I was sick, when I died, when that demon came back for me. That! THAT’S the worst part! YOU LET HIM POSSESS ME AGAIN! YOU SAT THERE AND WATCHED AS HE HURT ME, USED ME, MADE ME HURT OTHERS, BROKE ME. I WAS STUCK IN MY ANCHOR FOR MONTHS AND NONE OF YOU TRIED TO HELP! My so called friends. My so called family. It’s all lies. All of it. You’re all monsters and I’m tired of you. I hate you. Do you hear me I HATE YOU!”

The apartment was breaking and cracking, the walls splattering with green and turning charcoal black as the uncontrollable lightning bolt strikes against them. Dark murky green stalagmites shoot up through the hardwood flooring, the ceiling gaining a spooky cave-like design. Halls and rooms stretched and darkened. Entire eyes green and violently glowing, tears began to roll down Arthur’s eyes as he finally vented out his pent up emotions. The betrayal and abandonment he felt all this time. Of course…everything else was being pushed along by the residue remains of when he was possessed by Odium a second time. He didn’t seem to be resisting it, however….he was welcoming it, enjoying the dark surge of energy as it fueled and validated his anger.

“I’M BROKEN AND DAMAGED AND I HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU. I SHOULD HAVE LET ODIUM KEEP ME, I MEANT MORE TO HIM AS A PUPPET THEN I EVER MEANT TO ANY OF YOU. DON’T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN! DON’T TALK TO ME, DON’T EVEN BOTHER THINKING ABOUT ME, YOU NEVER HAD BEFORE. SO FUCK YOU ALL, GO ROT IN HELL! ALL OF YOU! LEWIS, VIVI, MYSTERY, EVERY VARIANT IN-BETWEEN. YOU’RE ALL JUST AS GUILTY. IF YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN, I’LL KILL YOU!”

Arthur’s hate filled rant ends with a burst of energy, a mix of yellow and green. The two closest to him, who broke the damn and released this quickly strengthening poltergeist get fried and electrocuted, millions of volts of electricity running through them. It’d be a surprise if they weren’t dead. With a high pitch scream, all the lights in the warped abode go out. 

And then Arthur was gone. And everyone else was left alone in the dark. In the new cave the possibly malevolent ghost had made out of his home.