lostcybertronian:

Title: Dark Decay

Dark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the figure in the mirror, the figure that was both him and not him at the same time.

It was getting worse.

The skin of his chest and stomach were rotting away, revealing old bone and moldering organs that were of no use to him anymore anyway.

When had it started? The answer to that question escaped him, but the decay had spread quickly, eating away at him from the inside out.

Dark scowled, and watched his reflection do the same, watched it ripple and shudder as he did. Curse this broken, ruined body. Curse Mark, for forcing him to inhabit it.

He was jolted from his thoughts when there came a knock at his door.

“Dark? You in there? It’s dinnertime! I’m starved!” Wilford, bubbly and overeager as always.

As quickly as he could, Dark re-fastened the buttons of his suit, hiding away the rot and dust he had become. “I will be along shortly, Wil.”

“Not shortly enough!” The door swung open, and in burst Wilford, just as Dark was finishing up. “Can’t keep me waiting when there’s food to be had, Darkie, you know that.”

“I do.” Dark turned, made his way over, managed to keep a straight face even as every step, every movement, made him want to keel over and let his body crumble to dust and ash. “Worry not. I wasn’t going to let you wait for long.”

“Wonderful!” Wilford grinned, and leaned over to steal a kiss.