Reserved #2.1

There was shouting outside.

“We need to get out of here!! The imagination is splitting apart!! The king is gone, I repeat, the king is gone! Take nothing with you, go, go!!”

Luther sounded upset and worried.

Emile gasped, his hands clamping over his mouth.

“...K-King...”

He grabbed Critic’s wrist, the one that hadn’t disappeared, and sprinted out of the café.

"Emile- Emile!!! Listen to me!!!"

Critic looked panicked, and sounded the same way. He held up what was left of the arm that was disappearing.

"Emile, save yourself. Please."

T·ars welled up in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

“No- no- No I can’t leave you here no no!!! Look!! There’s a passageway out of here!! C’mon, go, go!!!”

He kept on running along with Critic. The passageway was to the dreamscape. It wasn’t usually open, but today it was.

Only a small part of Critic was left.

"Emile..."

“...Critic, please... I-I can’t loose you...”

T•ars welled up in his eyes.

“W-We- we can still make it- t-together-!!”

He pushed himself to run as fast as he could towards the passageway. He looked behind him to see if Critic was still following.

He would be... if he wasn't gone.

Meanwhile...

The King's split created two separate sides. Green and Red. Complete opposites. The Green one was shaking.

"W-What h-happened...?"

The red one blinked.

“...I-I don’t know... who are you..? Are you my brother or something..?”

“...Huh... I’d like that! You seem cool!”

The red one smiled.

(still can’t tell who the evil twin is)

(dusnxjs)

"Y-You seem c-cool too...!"

The green one was getting slightly more comfortable around his twin.

"...b-brother? Why don't we have names?"

"Hm... I'm not sur-"

He was cut off when someone came in. Someone with a blue shirt and glasses. (Who's taking Patton?)