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A white void.
That was all that was there, expanding for seeming forever. It took Birthday Boy Blam a good second to acknowledge he was conscious- or was he? This felt like a dream. He brung his hands out in front of them, looking at his palms and turning them over. He still wasn’t sure.
“Hello?”
He yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth and looking to his sides. It didn’t look like he was turning no matter where he went, as it was the same blank space surrounding him.
His voice echoed from… behind? Which isn’t right at all.
That was not an echo.
A hand grabbed Blam at his collarbone and he yelped, swooping around and grabbing onto the wrist. The person who stood before him… was him? Himself but with a few major differences. He was very neatly dressed. Pointed, shiny shoes. A vest top with a watch hanging from the pocket. A monocle? This stranger looked exactly like him, and he stared at Blam with wide, scared eyes.
Blam let go of the strangers wrist, taking a big step back and letting it drop. They both stared into each other’s faces for a good few seconds before the mirror image seemed to snap out of it and speak
“Ah! I’m terribly sorry for being so rude. Er- my name’s Kevin Jr!”
Kevin Jr held out his hand to shake. Blam continued to stare at him intensely.
“Who… are you? Why do we-“
“Look so alike?”
“Look so alike?”
Kevin Jr said in unison with him.
“Let’s talk.”
He grabbed Blam’s shoulder furthest away from him, pulling his arm around him and beginning to walk into the pale space. Blam tensed up, bringing his arms in front of him and reluctantly following along.
They wandered around the emptiness. Were they even taking steps? Blam had no clue. Kevin Jr let go of Blam’s shoulder and spoke up once again.
“You see Blam, I am indeed you. I’m you from an alternate timeline, a future split off from your current direction-“
“You look like you’re from the past.”
Blam uttered, monotonous.
Kevin Jr just glared at him.
“This is IMPORTANT Blam. I’ve come here to-“
Kevin Jr used his hands to talk, and as they waved wildly, a letter slipped from his vest pocket. It softly spun to the ground, laying just a little away from them.
Blam looked at Kevin Jr.
Then looked at the letter.
Then looked at Kevin Jr.
Then back at the letter.
Without hesitation, he leapt forward, trapping the letter underneath his shoe and sliding it towards him. He crouched down and snatched up the letter, clutching it to his chest. Kevin Jr watched intently as Blam tore open the letter. Blam pinched the contents of the letter out, dropping the envelope, inside was a slip of paper. He unfolded it. All it said?
BETRAY HIM
In huge letters.
“I-Is this why i’m here?”
Blam looked up, clutching onto the letter. He was fully ready to fight for his life.
“W-What?! No? Not at all!”
“You don’t sound very convincing.”
“No! H-here, look i’ll prove it.”
Kevin Jr bent down next to Blam’s ankle and picked up the discarded envelope. He held it out right infront of Blam’s face.
TO: BLAM
In big, cursive writing and an inky blue pen. Blam was perplexed. Betray whom? Nobody sprung to mind. I mean… he wasn’t under obligation to anyone… someone he had his trust in maybe?
Is he talking about Flumpty?
“Are you talking about Flumpty?” Blam accused.
Kevin gave a nod.
Blam screwed up his nose.
“What are you talking about?! I-I don’t- betray him over what? I don’t get it?”
Blam crossed his arms and shifted his wait to one foot, feeling a little pissed. Flumpty was his best friend, the one who saved him at his lowest. Who was this doppelgänger to tell him what to do?
“You have to leave. Now. Before the 3rd-“
“Fuck no. How am I supposed to trust you? I just met you… this alternate reality-”
“Timeline.”
“TIMELINE- WHATEVER! And- you want me to sabotage my best friend?! You really think i’ll-“
“Blam, PLEASE. Wont you just… fucking listen?! Come on!”
Kevin grabbed Blam by both shoulders, leaning into his space. Blam did not like that.
“I don’t think I like your TONE.”
Blam spat the words at Kevin as he shoved him off. Kicking up his leg and pulling out his pizza knife. He tossed it into the air, it spun and he caught it by the handle and jolted it back down to Kevin’s eye level. And his eye level.
And there he saw there was no knife.
What? He swore he had it. He kept it there all the time, the spin trick was like muscle memory. He patted his pockets. He checked his ankle again. The holster was there. The knife wasn’t. He began to panic, his eyes darting around as he searched the same places over and over.
“Looking for this?”
Kevin Jr said, smugly. He held the knife, pinching the handle as he smirked and furrowed his brow at Blam.
“Where did you…”
The letter. When he picked up the envelope. He… stole it.
“How did you know it was…”
“On my ankle?”
“On your ankle?”
“We keep it in the same place. You believe me now? That i’m you?”
Blam looked at the knife in astonishment.
“I guess.”
“And will you listen to my word? Do as I have requested you to?”
Blam looked at his face. That same sly face that whipped the knife clean off his holster. The same one who, being so alike, actually knew nothing about. Was he really going to do it? Blam straightened his posture and sneered
“Like hell.”
Kevin’s smirk dropped, and so did his hand holding the knife. His facial expressions going blank. He stood up tall, standing eye to eye with him.
“No?”
“No.”
Blam sputtered back in reply.
“I see how it is.”
Kevin spoke with no emotion. Standing completely still. Blam also froze, but in the fear that Kevin could pounce at any moment.
“If you won’t listen to me-“
And pounce he did.
In a split second, Kevin had lunged forward to Blam, they were cheek to cheek, and Kevin muttered in his ear.
“I guess there’s no use in saving you.”
Kevin stepped back. What was that? Some intimidating tactic that was. Blam began to giggle a little, and got a stitch in his side that he had to grab at.
The spot he grabbed at was wet
Blam looked down, there was a big red spot that was very quickly speading around his jumper in all directions, he clutched his clothed and hissed in pain. Blam looked up at Kevin, eyes glossy from tears, it was really starting to hurt now.
Kevin rolled his eyes and pulled up his leg, booting him in the chest and sending him tumbling to the floor, his party hat falling off as his head smacked against the floor. Kevin looked at the party hat. It was Blam’s most prized possession. With a weak trembling hand, Blam reached up behind him, patting the ground trying to feel for his hat as his other hand was on his now gushing side, pressing down on it to slow the bleeding. Kevin kicked the party hat juuuust out of reach and began to walk off. Leaving him there. To die.
Blam sat alone. Staring up at the white void as it slowly turned grey. Then black.
Blam woke up with a gasp.
He was back in his room, he had no perception of time and the room around him was spinning. His throat felt clogged and his eyes were heavy. He really didn’t care about the nightmare he just had. He just rolled over onto his stomach.
Still clutching it with his hands.