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[fuckyou_chorus]

[there is a thick fog moving through camp tonight, limiting your visibility as you try to get from one place to the next.

but when it clears a bit, you think you see something. is it something familiar? or is it something you fear? but really, those two questions go together, don't they?]

(( consider this a "night in the life" and "boggarts"

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[kepthishead]

[this doesn't stop him]

Who's there?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[he turns around, though it's hard to see who it is at first under all the blood and gore. There's something about the stance that's familiar.

The grin isn't; it's wide and bright and utterly mad.]

[kepthishead]

What? Who are you?

[fearsmadeflesh]

Who are you?

[he mimics his tone, and then laughs.]

I'm you. I'm the parts that you don't remember. The parts that wanted them all dead. And look! They're all dead.

[he claps. The sound of sodden cloth thudding together is pretty gross.]

Well done! You really were the executioner that Father wanted.

[kepthishead]

You were never me! I am Elliot Nightray, and I say that you're a liar! I reject that, and I reject you!

[Elliot resolves this problem as he resolves most problems in his life: A SWORD TO THE FACE.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[blood goes everywhere! A SURPRISING AMOUNT, it's almost like that time you bled to death isn't it? The mist reforms into someone taller, with dark hair tied back in a pony tail, a black hat and a sad smile.]

Do you think that's how it works, Elliot? You can't reject people, because they reject you first.

[kepthishead]

Gilbert doesn't even talk like that!

[YEP. STABBING FAUX-GIL IN THE FACE.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[DON'T YOU LEARN THIS DOESN'T ACTUALLY DO MUCH. This time it's Vanessa.]

Haven't you realised it yet, Elly? You don't know people, not even yourself. That's why I died, because you don't know what you really are.

[kepthishead]

I know who I am! I'm Elliot Nightray, and Vanessa would never say that!

[MOAR STABBIN'. LOOK THIS HAS TO WORK EVENTUALLY.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[her head just fell off. don't you feel bad now.]

[it's okay, because the new figure is a shorter boy, a wickedly sharp scythe in hand. His eyes are red, his hair gold under the bloodstains, and the smile is a mirror for the bright, mad smile that the first Elliot had.]

Do you really? Wouldn't the real Elliot Nightray have stood up and fought me to live? You just gave up! What right do you have to call yourself Elliot Nightray?

[kepthishead]

[the lack of hesitation in Elliot stabbing Oz in the face would make life very awkward later on if someone was watching.]

Shut up! I know that's not true! If this is the best you can do then I'm very disappointed!

[fearsmadeflesh]

[THE FINAL BOSS.

protip: it's your dad.]

Good. Don't listen to the words of a Vessalius, Elliot. You know better than that.

[kepthishead]

[his sword wavers, before dropping towards the ground as his arm goes limp.]

Father?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[he's pretty much as you remember him.]

Are you still playing children's games, Elliot? It's time to put them aside and act for the family's interests instead of your own.

[kepthishead]

[he swallows, his hand grips the sword convulsively.]

What does that mean?

[fearsmadeflesh]

You know what it means. You know what the family requires of you. Why do you persist in this childhood game of knights and villains? You know very well that the world is not so simple, and there is no such thing as black and white. We Nightrays have been forced into the shadows by the Vessalius family, and it is up to you to correct this! Come along. Your defiance has cost us valuable time! Don't you understand, Elliot! We need your Chain to further our research!