Am I the villain?

Darkness...

"Absence of visible light in a space..." "Low luminosity condition in the visible spectrum...""Shadow, evil, confusion of ideas..." There are many concepts that describe darkness, and the truth is that I don't care about any of them.

What really matters to me is that I am surrounded by it.

I don't know how I got here or where I am, but everything is dark. I can't see anything no matter which way I turn my head, in fact I can't even see my own hands or my body.

Despite being in this situation, I don't feel scared or confused. The silence and cold around me give me a feeling of comfort that I only feel when I go to sleep.

-Zetta: Hello?

The sound of my voice echoes throughout the place, cutting through all the silence that was there.

- Hello?... Hello?... Hello?... Hello?...Hello?...Hello?

My voice begins to sound from different directions, some louder than others. As if a crowd were surrounding me and imitating me.

-Zetta: That's weird, but... I'M GREAT!

-...........

Nothing, unlike the first time my voice overshadowed the silence, this time it was the silence that overshadowed my voice.

-Zetta: If I had said something like "You're an idiot" it would have worked.

-You're an idiot... You're an idiot...You're an idiot... You're an idiot...You're an idiot... You're an idiot

-Zetta: But if I thought about it, I didn't say it-...!

*Shudder*

Suddenly the cold in my back intensifies and I feel as if I am forced to turn around.

As I do so, my eyes finally catch something in this darkness, a person. Someone I never expected to see again and whose very presence makes my heart flutter.

-Zetta: ¿Erik?

-...

The lack of response makes me uneasy and makes me feel a little afraid. The darkness consumes everything and prevents me from seeing what surrounds me, but the appearance of my friend I can see clearly.

He is standing on his back a few meters from me, his long brown hair tied in a ponytail moves with the non-existent wind of this place. He is taller than I remember, he is approximately 1.80 and he is wearing his typical red and black robe with boots of the same color, I clearly remember that those were his favorites.

-Zetta: I remember that although they were too big for you, those boots were your favorites, are they still?

-Erik:...

Zetta: Where have you been?

-Erik:...

Zetta: Have you... Been it okay?

-Erik:...

Nothing, no matter what I tell him, I don't get any answer. Even though I try to get closer, I can't get my feet to move. Nothing is holding me back, I don't feel any pressure in my body, but for some reason, my feet refuse to move.

-Erik: What am I?

-Zetta: A hero.

By pure reflex and not surprising that Erik suddenly spoke, my mouth answers his question as something already established.

-Erik:...*Crack*

Seconds after he responded, Erik's body shudders and his joints begin to twist and bend in ways that a human definitely can't do.

-Zetta: ¡ERIK!

*CRACK*

The unpleasant crunch of his bones echoes throughout the place. The splattering blood is perfectly visible in the immense darkness and a nauseating smell reaches my nostrils.

The fear I felt transforms into an indescribable terror that invades my mind.

My friend's mangled body swells and turns into what appears to be a mass of flesh, blood, and bones. From which multiple arms, legs and torsos emerge.

What was once my friend is now a creature so frightening that it would make even adults cry with fear if it were to appear in their nightmares.

*SCREECH*

The mass of meat lets out a heart-rending screech and slowly approaches. Even though I couldn't see my body before, I knew it was there because I felt it. But now I can't feel it anymore, it's getting harder and harder for my head to process what's going on.

By the time I come to my senses, I'm already part of the great mass of flesh.

***

-Zetta: ¡AHH!

*Ring ring ring*

I look around desperately for what I know isn't there. My whole body is drenched in sweat and it's hard for me to breathe. To calm down, I focus on what's around me.

A fairly small room in which there is only a bed, a wardrobe and a small circular table next to the bathroom door.

-Zetta: Uff... uff... Ugh... Just a dream... ha ha ha

With a calmer mind, I let out a small self-comforting laugh. It's been a long time since I've had that dream and having it now makes me laugh a lot for some strange reason.

-Zetta: *Yawn* I should get ready to go to work.

I put my feet on the cold ground and slapped my face to take away the remaining laziness. When I was ready to get up, my gaze falls on black boots located next to the door.

-Zetta:...

And without thinking twice, he threw them out of the window on the side of my bed. I'm on the second floor, so I don't think there's much of a problem if it falls on someone, at most they'll think "new boots, today is my lucky day!"

Zetta: Well, today is going to be a big d-

*Blow to the head*

Zetta: Ah.. But what?!

Out of nowhere something hits my head and when I turn around I realize that it is one of the boots that I have just thrown out of the window.

-Zetta: How...?

-DO NOT THROW GARBAGE IN THE STREET!

-Zetta: Well, what does it matter, today is going to be a... huh, and the other boot?

*Blow to the head*

-Zetta: Ouch … Ouch... There it is