As the burning energy surged through his body, from the farthest corners of his ears, he could hear a faint voice.
Faint, but loud enough for him to hear through the explosiveness of his aura. It was a familiar voice, but sounded much weaker than ever.
"Jimmithey…" The small, faint voice said softly.
"AH!" Jimmithey snapped his eyes open and found himself in the dark, foggy space.
The realm within his mind.
Except now, this space was gooey and red. It was now corrupted, giving it a creepy, moist, and crumbling feeling. This was the exact opposite of the tranquil and mysterious feel this realm once had.
And it was an obvious effect of Jimmithey's Cuckold transformation.
Jimmithey turned his head and saw a figure behind him. It was his 'Wife,' the strange translucent woman who represented his powers.
He thought she had died the day before. He had let her die.
He had let her be usurped by the amalgamation of his Cuck powers. By the Cuckold.
Yet she was standing in front of him.
"How are you alive? I-I... I saw him stab you... I saw you die…" Jimmithey mumbled.
She nodded in response, her transparent blond hair slightly waving.
"Before the Cuckold's blade stabbed through my back… I put a tiny amount of my 'Schizo' energy into your body… Your chest… It was too weak for you to gather and use… But it was strong enough for me to speak through… Strong enough for me to deliver my... My final message…" She muttered, her weak voice echoing throughout the empty red space.
"Final...? Why? What the hell do you even have to say...? I can't return to my normal life. I can't return to my friends. I can't return to Ma... At this point, it's all over if this attack fails."
"Jimmithey, you must understand... Attacking the King with this suicide attack... it won't get you anywhere..." She replied with a stern expression slightly visible through the obfuscation.
"How would you know?! And how can YOU talk?! You've failed to fucking help me. In every step of this fucking war, you and my Schizo powers fucking failed me!!"
"I couldn't fully help you... There were limits on how long I could speak, as you hadn't reached your full potential! You may not be imaginative, but... Y-you were close and-!"
"Exactly! I'm not fucking imaginative! The Cuck powers, at least those, have gotten me this far. They've gotten me this close to killing the King Cuck!"
"No matter how much Cuckold energy you try to hold… It is nothing but a puddle worth of Cuckold energy… Compared to the King's expanse of energy… It'll be pointless...!" She objected, walking closer to Jimmithey.
You don't know anything! Even if it's nothing—what other options are there?!
"Come back to me… Come back to who you truly are… To what you are... To your-" She pleaded,
"'What I am?' What the fuck am I?! Have YOU ever thought about that? Because I have! I'll tell you who I am now! Not only am I a freak, but I'm also fucking scumbag cuck! No matter what or who you think I am, I'm not that!" Jimmithey thought as he tried to focus more on gathering energy.
Before his 'Wife' could respond, loud booming footsteps echoed across the realm.
"HAHAHA! DAMN FUCKING STRAIGHT! JIMMITHEY!!!"
There, to Jimmithey's right, was the amalgamation of his Cuckold powers, an exact clone of himself. The only difference was that he had glowing red pupils with black surrounding, dark black hair, and a red aura.
He had emerged from the red fog that surrounded this realm.
"This dumb bitch is just trying to weaken you! She's just going to get in the way of your revenge!! She wants to make everything we've fought for worth NOTHING! Was it for nothing?! No! FUCK NO!"
So don't fuckin' listen to her and focus on your rage!!" The Cuckold explained, pointing at the Schizo whilst walking forward.
"NO! He is wrong! You aren't a cuck! You're a good person who has just been misguided. You're not a degenerate, not yet… You were forced onto this path by unfortunate circumstances. But deep within, you are not like this… You're someone who CAN live a normal life!" His 'Wife' roared, while nearly falling over from exhaustion.
"Bullshit! You aren't normal anymore! You are almost the same as the Generals, and you know it! We all do! The only difference is that we're stronger! The King might seem fierce, but the fact is that we have a stronger will! And you'll show that by blasting the King with this fucking beam!!" The Cuckold interrupted, approaching Jimmithey.
"No… Don't listen to him! He's just doing this for his own ga-" His 'Wife' began to say before being interrupted.
"Fuck up! You're doing this just to stand up on your high fuckin' horse! You wanna seem moral and bring him down with you and your delusion bullshit! I say, FUCK your morals! FUCK delusions! What I have for you is fucking facts. The fact that I can give you power. And power is what we need to end this war. Power and Rage, Jimmy!" The Cuckold roared as he pointed his finger at the woman behind Jimmithey.
They both moved as fast as they could to reach Jimmithey, holding their hands to grab his shoulder. But right before they could grab at him...
"GRAAGGAAA!! STOP!! FUCKING STOP IT!! Stop… Both of you…" Jimmithey cried out as the realm around him shuttered.
Both of them stopped and became frozen.
"I-I can't be normal anymore… N-never again. I've killed too many fucked up people in fucking insane ways…! I've betrayed my friends…"
"I've fallen in love with the woman who ruined my life… I've become a jealous bastard! I've belittled people who don't deserve it... I've ruined relationships... I've become someone who'd disgust his poor, innocent mother..."
"I've become a selfish Cuck… I fell for what I knew was wrong! I knew what the Cuckold said was wrong! I knew that he was manipulating me! But I chose his power!" He slammed his fist onto the ground, causing the realm around him to shake.
"I chose revenge and hatred and being f-fucking angry a-and lashing out!! I wanted to feel strong, I wanted to deny my delusions and make my strength a fact!"
"All because I don't want to think about the hard truths… Even without being a Schizo, I'm delusional in the worst ways... I tried to deny it, but King Cuck is right…"
"We aren't much different… Who says I'm not going to destroy the world?! Who says I won't make more people suffer? If being a Schizo can make anything into reality, then what awful things could I do?!" He gritted his teeth after saying this, while blood leaked out from his clenched fists.
"The possibility of it is there… Even if I'm sane right now, who knows what I could become! I became a fucking cuck! I can't even trust myself..."
"And the worst of it is... I-I... I always wanted those normal days. I always appreciated them. They were peaceful and unremarkable, but it was always relaxing. I was lucky to have them because I know what was sacrificed to bring me here… By my ma... My pops...Yet, I've become someone who doesn't deserve them."
"I can't trust myself anymore… I can't trust what I've become anymore… I bring death and chaos to whatever comes close to me! That's why I have to... Die... And bring the King down with me."
"That's the only way this can be made right… I don't want to leave my mom or Jack behind… But they'll move on from me. And they'll be safer. They'll live the normal lives they deserve, in a world without the King!"
"That's the truth of it, 'Wife' schizo lady. You too, 'Cuckold.' The King Cuck was right, but I won't let him win. Accept that and just let me do one good act before I go… That's why, that's why I have to follow the Cuckold's words!"