The Academy Basement. // Death or trust?

He winces as the skin on his neck opens up; letting go of his consciousness. After a few seconds, he looks back up at Mozart. All expression gone from his face.

"So you're here..." Mozart says retracting his claw and sending out a string to trap him as he says "I have a couple questions for you..."

He chuckles a bit quiet and side-eyes Mozart.

I don't have time for questions. Let me go and we can get on with our damn lives.

"Sorry, but that's out of the question, now tell me, are you a seperate entitiy? or are you still spencer? What are you even exactly?"

Who do I look like to you?

With a smirk on his face, he narrows his eyes at the Death Scythe.

"You, seem like the person i met, but i know inside dwells a second, mad side..."

You're wrong, old man. Spencer is right here.

Spencer chuckles as he speaks.

"You may be spencer, but not the same spencer that was here a second ago, no, i saw your look change, you're different."

So your saying this isn't the same face? And that you have the wrong guy?

He leans back against the wall and stares at the ceiling with a short grin.

"Don't play dumb with me, now bring back the other Spencer here!" He said, threatning him with the same claw, he thought it may cause the same reaction, though he wasn't sure...

That kid is gone. He's been gone.

He laughs like a mad man and watches Mozart's every move.

"I'll knock some sense to oyu, that'll bring him back....." Mozart said, moving the piano thread down ot his leg as he turned his palms to the lid, about to smakc spencer right inot that wall.

He continues to laugh; ignoring Mozart.

Mozart uses the lid to smakc spencer inot the wall "That should bring him back..."

When he hits the wall, he sits up and stares back at him with a grin.

C'mon pops. For a Death Scythe you sure cant throw powerful punches.

"Godamnit..." Mozart says, turning his arms back to normal as he goes ot the other side of the room and the thread extendes as he leans on the wall "I know how to bring oyu in, now how do i bring oyu out..."

isabella was walking up the step to spencers house and nocked on his door but when there was no answer she tryed calling him again

((Shibo?........))

Mozart, alredy angered by the recurring calls picked up the phone and answered "Hello?"

isabella smiled then when she herd the voice frowned " who is this this isent spencer "

"Spencer can't talk right now, please call later, unless you know how to put him out of his madness."

isabellas eyes went wide "hes in madness how ?were are you im coming dont you hurt him "she said in a very serious tone

"You can't come, My name is Mozart, i'm a Death Scythe, h'es secured and can't do anything, just tell me how ot put him out of it."