Tears poured down my subconscious eyes as my uncontrollable body killed people. I hate Him, with all my life. Now I was prisoner in my own body, watching what people thought was me, kill people.

It had especially pained me when we tried to kill Bubbles. I'm gonna personally rip off that gay red devil's goatee when I regain control.

If.

The word floated in front of me, placed there by someone. Someone feeding words into my mind. I shake myself, making the word disappear into a cloud of red smoke and hold my head. I'm so so sorry Bubbles.