Madworld-5: Where for art thou"Bill! Bill!? Where is Bill!?" Tom's voice echoed down the hallway from his solitary cell, there was no one but staff for this entire floor. Tom was the only patient in the isolated rooms, his shrill and panic filled voice echoed through the entire ward, bouncing around in an eerie manner.
"Tom? Sweetie, Bill can't see you, it's dangerous" The nurse cooed through the bars of Tom's solitary cell, watching the emasculated boy thrash around in his room, pulling on his dreads frantically as if his hair was the source of his troubled mind.
"Dangerous? Bill is in danger! He can't be left alone! Where is Bill!?" he cried in shrill tones, grabbing the bars of the window and shaking them as if to tare them from the door they sat in.
"Tom, please calm down or I'll have to call the doctor in" she tried to reason with Tom as he screamed, howled even for the twin that he had been separated from.
"You don't understand! I have to protect Bill!" Tom thrashed heavily at the bars, pressing his face at t
Madworld - 3: Interrogation"Tom are you in there?" came a voice from the hallway, muted through the heavy door that separated Tom and Bill from the insanity in the asylum, a soft knock announcing that someone, from the outside wanted to come in.
Bill looked up from his spot by Tom's bed. He had been with him all day, he wouldn't leave the confines of the small asylum bedroom for anything, he couldn't live with himself should Tom snap out of it and he wasn't there.
"He's here, come in." Bill called softly. It was a redundant question to ask; the hospital staff knew Tom never left his room ever. All of his necessities were right here, and everything else was brought to him. If they didn't, Tom wouldn't leave the room to get them anyways. They had no choice.
"Bill?" It was a nurse. Bill couldn't remember her name; they were all faceless, nameless people to him, coming and going throughout the day without need to acknowledge. She sounded confused or surprised, and ushered two men into the room, two policemen.
Madworld -2: Get it Up -Past-Earlier that year: May, USA Tour leg
Bill's voice carried through the hallway of the stadium, heard barely over the scream of the fans from after the show. Tom just laughed and threw a sweaty towel at him.
"Come on! They loved it."
Gustav had peeled off his t-shirt and thrown it into the crowd at the end of the show, prompting Tom to pull off all of his, singlet included, and throw them into the audience, earning ear splitting screams from the girls that got their hands on them "Girls can't get enough of me" Tom added cockily, sweeping his dreads over one shoulder.
"Yeah right." Bill sounded less than impressed, plopping down on the makeup counter in the green room. He didn't like how all the girls pawed for Tom, and not just because he was jealous that the girls didn't pine for him like that. Tom got laid, Bill didn't. He proclaimed virginity only because the only girls that threw themselves at him were disgusting. Bill still had his dignity.
"Aw c'mon Bill, don't
Madworld - Prologue -Present-White tiles.
Not as entirely white as they could be. Bill hated them. They were a sort of prison, like bars, but at least bars gave you room to move.
The tiles were worse than a prison. The sounds of your shoes echoed around the small rooms, and even when there were people in them it was just silence, the echo of self, deafening around those blank stares, hollow shells of people. Bill hated them.
His footsteps were heard quickly, sharp sounds against the tile as he hurried, rubbing his arms and averting his eyes from the patients in the ward. He felt uncomfortable, but he had to walk past them to get to the one thing he needed. Like a gravitational pull, he couldn't not go; he would walk through fire if it meant he could get to him. Tom.
He rounded a corner, slowing his pace. He could hear a melody from the closed door. It was like a safe haven in this mental place, this prison of dirty white tiles and hollow shells of people. Tom had made his own utopia in hell, filling it with that b