The Dark Awakening

Bubble Berry giggled as he stroked the knife. He was laying on his bed in the darkness, licking his lips as he remembered the dream, cutting Elusive and drinking his blood like a crimson punch. He had decided last night not to fight this anymore. It was who he was, and it was wrong to deny what you are right? So he embraced the darkness, questioning not why he enjoyed causing pain, questioning only when and how he could do it next. He missed it, he missed Elusive. He yearned to once more hurt his friend, but this time with his knife. He was eager to show off the new him to his close friend, and he hoped Elusive liked Berryswainer as much as he liked Bubble.

Bubble's Diary- I've finally realized who I am! It was silly of me to fight it earlier. This is part of my identity. I don't know why I enjoy it, but I love hurting Elusive. I know he'll love it too, or at least, I hope he does. But eh, i'll figure that out when I get to it. In the meantime, I've decided I don't like the way Bubble Berry sounds. Elusive has far more elegant tastes, and I don't want him thinking I'm silly when I try to have fun...perhaps i'll go back to my old name.....Yes, that's more to Elusive's tastes, I know he'll love the new me- Berryswainer Amadeus Bubble.