A few years had passed and the ipliers grew stronger…that is most of them. Host got sick, most of the time it would last a day at the most…this had been going on for nearly a year. His speech has slipped into staying third person and he couldn’t get it to change back to his original speech.
During these two years Dark started ‘playing’ with Wilford. That was just a stupid thing the two would say to make Host stop pestering them. Host knew that Wilford was taking Dark with him to hunt. He could see it in Dark’s actions…he was getting colder to Host. He wouldn’t talk to him and he never spent time with Host.
Host understood, Dark was now entering his teens but that didn’t mean Dark had to leave Host ‘in the dust’ so-to-speak. Host was currently sitting in the kitchen thinking when he heard the familiar ding of his computer. He walked over to it and read the message he had gotten. He tried at least. His vision was getting blurry and he couldn’t see, he didn’t have glasses either.
“Author, could you help Host,” he called out. Soon Author came into the room.
“What’s wrong Host,” he asked.
“Host can’t read the computer,” he said softly.
Author nodded and read to Host. “‘Dear Hostiplier, we regret to in form you that you’re eye sight is deteriorating faster than we had originally thought it would. We don’t know for sure but we believe you will’…” he trailed off.
“What little brother? Host will what,” he pushed.
“I-it’s saying you’ll go blind Host,” Author said looking down sadly. Host furrowed his eyebrows as he thought.
“Host is going blind? B-but h-how will he work,” he questioned as his eyes teared up.
“I-I don’t know Host…b-but we’ll figure this out, ok?” Host nodded softly as he cried. Author pulled him into a tight embrace.
“Host…go talk with Dark, he needs to hear this from you,” Author said sadly. Host nodded sadly and walked to the kitchen where he found Dark and Wilford talking.
“Dark, Host need to talk with you…alone,” he said just above a whisper. Dark groaned and got up as he followed Host into his room. Host sighed and closed the door behind Dark as he started crying.
“What did you want to tell me Host,” Dark said annoyed.
“Little brother Dark-”
“Don’t call me that,” Dark growled.
“Don’t call you what?”
“Don’t call me ‘little brother Dark’, it’s annoying and I’m not little anymore,” he grumbled as he turned from Host. “What did you want to tell me,” he asked again, this time more agitated.
“Li-Dark…Host has bad news,” he says before pausing. “H-Host is…he’s going blind,” he says as tears slowly trickle down his face.
“Why would I care,” Dark asked coldly. Host looked up at his little brother and growled before he twitched.
“Doesn’t Dark care if he can’t see him anymore,” he questioned. Dark glared at Host and laughed. “Me? Care about my older brother? Now that’s a laugh. I know who I am, you should learn too.”
Host turned his head confused. “What does Dark mean?”
Dark sighed. “’Dark’ means I don’t care. I’m meant to be negative emotions, I don’t care about you Host, I never did,” he said coldly as he tried to leave Hosts’ room. Before he could Host grabbed his arm and held him still.
“What happened to you little brother? Why don’t you care about your family anymore,” Host questioned softly.
“I hate my family,” Dark yelled as he pulled his arm away from Host. “My family never cared for me! Why should I care for them when they don’t care about me?!?”
“Did little brother Dark forget where he came from,” he growled. “Host brought him in, he helped little brother Dark be happy. Host helped him yet he won’t listen,” he yelled.
Dark growled and pushed Host away from him. “You are not my family! I don’t have one, you’re just someone who took care of me! You are nothing to me,” he yelled as he pushed Host to the floor harshly. Hosts’ head hit the floor with a heavy ‘thud’ and he closed his eyes in pain.
Dark turned his back just as Host got back up. Host opened his eyes and panicked.
“D-Dark where are you,” he shouted as he looked around terrified. Dark turned back to his brother confused.
“Host I’m right here,” he said. Host looked around wildly as he started crying.
“Dark turn on the lights! Please Host is scared,” he cried out as tears streamed down his face.
“Host,” Dark asked before the door was knocked down.
“Dark, Host what happened,” Author asked. He turned to Host, who was still crying on the floor, to Dark, who stared at his older brother with a mix of confusion and concern.
“Host what happened?”
“H-Host and little brother fought, Dark pushed him and Host fell. He opened his eyes and it was dark,” Host said as he tried to move around the room but bumped into the different pieces of furniture in the room.
“Host come on,” Author said as he grabbed Host carefully and guided him out of the room and into the kitchen where Host sat down and sobbed.