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"Dookie?" I asked in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Morgan sent me." He said, taking a drink out of his fan of beer. I rolled my eyes.
"Dookie and his beer." I thought.
"Of course she did." I said aloud. "Why couldn't she have just come herself?"
"Because she feels like shit." He said. "Well, that's what she told me, at least."
"I bet she does." I said. "She was pretty pissed about the trial."
"She doesn't feel like shit because of the trial dumbass." Dookie said. He paused to take a sip of beer. "Oh. Come on. Don't tell me that you haven't figured it out by now?"
"Figured what out?" I asked.
"Wow." He said, facepalming. "You know what? I'm gonna let Morgan tell you because she'll probably be pissed at me if I told you."
"What? You can't tell me?" I asked. "Come on Dookie. We're best friends."
"Nope." He said. He paused to take a drink yet again. "I don't want to deal with all the raging hormones, thank you."
"That's just offensive." I said.
"What?" He said. "It's true. Anyway, how's it going?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked. "Let's see....I got arrested for something I didn't do. Oh, and my dark side is taunting me via mirror. That's how it's going?"
"Man, that's rough." He said. He paused to take yet another drink. I swear, if he does this again, I'm going to slap the can right out of his hand. "How's the prison food?"
"Shit." I said. "I'm lucky that it doesn't give me food poisoning. Anyway, where the hell have you been?"
"I locked myself in a closet for a week."
He said. "Had nothing but a week's worth of food and beer. Oh, and my phone but I only kept the battery alone for a day so I was stuck singing songs to myself while I was drunk. And let me tell you, I was so glad that no one yelled "Shut the fuck up!" to me because I literally would have broken out of the closet."
"Why the hell did you do that?" I asked.
"Remember the bet that we made like two weeks ago?" He asked.
"Was it the one where I told you to do the cinnamon challenge without throwing up?" I asked, thinking back to two weeks ago.
"Yeah." He said. "Not only did I lose the chance to get fifty bucks, I had to spend the week in a fucking closet. Thanks a lot Nate. You're a wonderful best friend."
"Trade?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Hell no." He said.
"There's more space." I pointed out.
"But then I would deal with the shitty ass prison food." Dookie said. "And I would have to wear the ugly ass prison clothes."
"I'll spend a week in the closet." I said.
"Tempting but no." He said. "Thanks for the offer asshole."
We were both silent for a few moments. That is, until I said, "Dookie, tell me the truth. How much do the fans hate me?"
"Don't even get me started on that." He said, taking a sip of his beer. I stuck my hand through the bars and slapped it out of his hand.
"What the fuck asshole?" He asked, picking the can up. "I wasn't finished with that. And I'm totally not cleaning that shit up, that's for sure."
"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes. "Now, answer the question."
"Fine." He said, crushing the can."They hate you up to a point where you've made some of them start cutting themselves."
"You're kidding right?" I asked.
Dookie threw the can into a nearby trash can and replied, "Nope."
I started squeezing the bars to tight that my knuckles turned white.
"Nate. Calm down." Dookie said.
"He did this!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Nate? What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked.
"I'm talking about my dark side!" I snapped. "He got out and killed all of these people and got it all framed on me!"
"Nate, I'm sure that it wasn't your dark side." Dookie said. "Hell, I don't even think that there's such a thing as a dark side."
"Oh yeah?" I said, releasing the bars and going over to the mirror. "You see this mirror?"
"Of course."
"Well, he's in there." I said, removing the mirror from the wall. I brought it over to Dookie in order show him. "See? Do you see an emo looking guy in there?"
"No." He said. "All I see is a guy in an ugly ass prison outfit."
I nearly dropped the mirror out of pure shock. Instead, I put it back on the wall and returned to where I was in the first place.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Nate,I think you hit your head a bit too hard on something." Dookie said, patting me on the shoulder. "Try and get some rest, okay?"
"B-but-" I said as Dookie walked away.
"I don't want to hear it!" He called.
I sighed in anger and went back over to the mirror.

A familiar chuckle filled my ears. I looked over in the mirror to see Dark standing there with a grin on his face.
"What? You couldn't have shown yourself when Dookie was here?" I asked.
"I was there." He said.
"Then how come he didn't see you then?" I asked.
"You might be going crazy." He said. "But don't worry. I said might."
"I'm not-" I cut off when he started to disappear. "Hey! You get back here!"
"Nope." Dark said. "I'm done with you."
I resisted the urge to punch the mirror as he disappeared completely.