One of my biggest headcanons is that The Host often sees/hears The Author, whether it’s in dreams or whilst he’s awake. I love writing about it!
Anyway, here’s Bing making a huge mistake (I don’t have a gif, so here’s a picture to fill in the gap)
“Hey Host,” Bing rolled into the room, barely balanced on his skateboard.
The Host had been in one of the shared living areas reading a book and enjoying getting out of his library until the rude interruption.
Host wasn’t impressed. The only other egos to have joined him had been Plus and Chrome, who sat down and quietly chatted to him whilst they took a break from fixing an issue with the WiFi. Bing wasn’t the most considerate ego, maybe because his systems didn’t recognise ‘right and wrong’.
“What’s the deal with your eyes anyway? How does someone just lose their eyes?”
The building seemed to freeze around Bing, and everyone felt the surge of energy. Even Dark, up in his office, shuddered and frowned. That was a worrying feeling, and Bing was in the eye of the oncoming storm.
“Does Bingiplier not understand,” Host tilted his head, a crazed smile on his face, “ that this is a personal matter that The Host has never discussed. He could say the same thing about Bing’s eyes, since the inferior robot always hides them. Why is that default droid?”
Bing had never heard The Host speak like this. In fact, no one had. His mannerisms and choice of wording all pointed back to The Author, but still with the same, calm voice The Host always spoke in, and Bing was terrified. He could feel emotions bubbling inside him, desperate to break free. It was true that he was self conscious of his eyes, and he was default. He was a failure at best. Why did they even keep him around? Bing turned to run from the room, but an invisible barrier blocked him.
“I’m not done with you.”
That was The Author talking this time, and when Bing turned back, he understood. The Host was dressed in The Author’s clothes, baseball bat held in his hands like it was the missing piece of a puzzle, and the most disturbing feature was that the blood soaked bandage had been removed. The Host’s sclerae were red, and his iris’s an even deeper shade. He still had black pupils, but they were hidden behind the blood that poured from his eyes like a waterfall.
“A-author p-p-please,” Bing begged, his systems started to shut down in fear.
“Don’t mock me. Don’t question me. And certainly, don’t ever ask about my eyes. Got that?”
”I’m sorry I-”
”Hush,” The Host’s voice was harsh, “ you have your answer now, but don’t believe everything you see, Bing. Now leave.”
The last part was directed both at Bing and The Author, who stood beside The Host the entire time, observing the power they still possessed. He disappeared shortly after the statement, but his voice remained in The Host’s mind, like always. Bing, on the other hand, had already shut down, cowering inside himself as he prayed for it to be over.
The energy over the building disappeared, and everyone breathed a collective sigh. The Host was back to normal and he left the room with a smirk as the googles received the notification that Bing had unexpectedly shut down and needed restarting. Up in his library, Host scratched at his bandages nervously whilst The Author appearing again, watching The Host’s movements closely.
That was fun. We should do that again
Host sighed and turned to where he saw The Author, “you could have hurt him.”
HE WAS MOCKING US
Another sigh from The Host as he sat down, rubbing his temples to help ease his headache. He always developed a headache when The Author was around, but then again, anyone would get a headache if the voice in your head was yelling at you.
Did you see his face though?
The Host noticed the playful tone of The Author’s voice and chuckled. He didn’t mean to, but seeing Bing terrified had been amusing to him, although he’d never admit it to anyone. The android deserved a good scare to get him to realise that he can’t walk around saying everything that comes to his mind. Broken system or not, someone had to teach him a lesson, and it was clear the part of The Host that loved to torment people was still strong and alive.
“We’ve had out fun, Author, but please leave me be now. It’s been too long since I’ve had a decent sleep.”
Thank you for today. See you soon
Like a ghost, The Author faded away, back into the memories stored deep within The Host’s mind. The Author had never thanked The Host any other time he’d appeared, or left when asked, but he guessed that it was because he’d embraced who he used to be, which was what the hallucination of his past self always wanted him to do. The Host always felt more powerful when The Author was around, which had allowed him to manipulate his appearance for Bing without changing physically. Maybe he always possessed that power, but embracing The Author was the only way to harness it? He didn’t care much, and The Host just wanted to rest after overexerting himself. Removing his bandage, his eyes were still as they had been since that dreadful day. They were two gaping holes with nothing inside but blood. Some days he missed having eyes, but others he realised he was much happier how he was. Even though he couldn’t really see, he could still experience the world, and in the end, that was all that mattered.