8 Slim Shady Part 1

A few hours passed from Sam's sudden rush home. Jon laid on his bed, contemplating the date that he had just procured.

^Are we gonna kiss her?

"I don't even know if we can get out by then."

^The doctor said that we have some of the fastest healing he ever saw. We should be all good by the end of the week.

"Where did you hear that from?"

^Do you think that I go to sleep with you when you sleep?

"You don't?"

^Nope.

"That's interesting what else can you do? I never talked to you before, and it seems like I won't be able to talk to anyone in a bit."

^You really want to talk to me?

"Yeah, why not."

Gangsta's Paradise came out of the shadow realm, he hopped around swinging his fists extremely fast at the air. Jon was astonished, "You're like a superman boxer! Show me more."

Gangsta's Paradise swipes his hand, opening a portal into the shadow realm, he then opens another one in front of a water bottle at the other side of the room. He puts his hand through the portal and grab the bottle, then hands it to Jon.

^My range is only 2 meters, the farther away I go from you the weaker I become. However inside the shadow realm I have infinite range! You should come in once in a while, coming in just to steal is something that bad guys do.

Jon was impressed and smiled, but it quickly dissipated when he thought of him stealing. "I only do what I have to do to make it out there. That's exactly what I'm going to do when I join that gang."

^You don't have to join, you don't want to join.

"Shut the hell up what do you know about me?"

^I am you.

"You keep saying that, but it's not true! How can you be me, what in the world is a stand."

^I am just an extension of you, stop thinking me of some super power. It's so disrespectful to me and yourself.

Stand and user continued arguing as a cleaning lady from outside of Jon's room watched with awe. A doctor walked past her, then walked back to her.

"What's wrong," he asks her.

She jumps, "Oh, nothing. Just that patient... Are you sure he isn't meant to be in the psych ward?"

"No, why would you say that?"

"He's been talking to himself for the past 10 minutes. It's really weird."

"Well, maybe he is just bored, I'll check in on him in a bit."

"Alright," the cleaning lady says as she continues walking with her cleaning supplies. She walks down into the lobby, seeing all sorts of people. A pregnant woman, several children, three elderly men, a middle aged man and woman, and more. She walks by the receptionist and stops, she knocks on the window and waves at her.

"Mind letting me in, I want to get into the closet-" the cleaning lady stops talking and notices the shortened hair of the receptionist.

"Did you cut your hair recently?"

"No. Why would you say that? Does it look bad."

"No, no you are beautiful honey, it just looks a lot shorter than usual."

The receptionist presses a button, allowing the cleaning lady to go through, she closes the door behind her and walks to the back of the receptionist's office. As she does, she looks back at the receptionist, and notices clumps of hair on the ground next to her. She ignores it and continues walking to the closet with shivers running down her back.

The receptionist meanwhile was checking her hair out, measuring it out and comparing it to the length of how her hair usually was.

"It really is shorter than usual. What in the world," she says as she pulls her hair in front of her to get a better read on the length. However, even though she didn't pull that hard, she felt no pain, but a clump of her hair had been pulled out by her. She could have closed her fist and hair would be coming out of both sides of the fist.

She panicked, accidentally pulling more and more hair out. "Doctor! I need a doctor," she yelled out, terrifying the patients in the lobby.

Inside the closet, the cleaning lady heard the cry for help, she attempted to leave the closet, but the door slammed shut. She kept knocking on the door, "Open up, please someone open up!"

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Open the door!"

The cleaning lady's broom, that she had with her other cleaning supplies, falls over to the ground, startling the cleaning lady. She slowly turns around in the dim closet, she stares at the fallen broom.

"Anybody in here?"

There was no response, the cleaning lady sighs, scratches her hair thinking, "Maybe I need to go to the psych ward." Then she walks to the broom, picking it up and placing it in it's original place. While getting up from bending down to pick up the broom however she catches a glimpse of something on the ground. After placing the broom back, she checks the ground again.

The hair on her back stands up to the sight of what she saw. "Is that my hair?" Her long dark brown hair that easily complimented her dark middle aged skin, was falling out. "What in the hell-" She picked it up and held it up to the little light in the closet. "Someone needs to fix this damn light."

As she inspected her hair, she turned her hand around, only to see white spots on her hand. The skin color of a Caucasian, she drops her hair, screaming at the sudden spots on her hand.

"The cleaning lady walks in. Not knowing my condition to win," an unfamiliar voice of a young man says. "Don't bother running from me. Your fate was sealed the moment you walked-" A silence is followed. The cleaning lady takes the chance to look around the corner of some shelves in the closet. She saw a man in the corner for a second, then is quickly knocked out by an unknown force.

"Fuck," the man said. "I really choked there! I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with me that still made sense." Another silence is followed, "I could have said, 'Don't bother running from me. You will never become free!"

"Whatever, she will be good enough to start with."