An unknown amount of time had passed in Jimmithey’s mind. He opened his eyes back up again and found himself in a dark space.

  Nothingness and fog surrounded himself, encompassing his entire vision. There was no one there, he could see nothing and felt nothing.

  That was until he noticed his “Wife” standing in front of him, her body nearly faded out. Her warm presence was much weaker this time.

  Her once lustrous form was now blurred out and weakened. The lightful aura that surrounded her was gone and Jimmithey could nearly see through her.

  She was breathing heavily and limped slowly towards him.

  “Jimmithey… Please listen to me… What just happened, everything that has gone on today… Please do not let it control you…You are not a c-cuck! No matter what!” She wailed, tears dripping from her eyes.

  “You’re Jimmithey, a good man. A good person forced into a degenerate world! A good person who does what is right! You aren’t a degenerate! Don’t listen to the nonsense that Cuck speaks. Come to me, please!” She cried out as she got closer and closer to him.

  Jimmithey stayed silent, looking off into the distance, past her faint body.

  As he looked, visions of the past pyed in his mind. Pyed out in the darkness behind his “Wife.”

  Myusel’s harassments, the King Cuck kidnapping him, his svery under the magical girls, Furry Führer’s attack, Colonel Cospy’s violence, Green Haired Guy’s dick and Brother Brony’s scent all appeared to him.

  Seeing all of these events again had him thinking. It had him wondering why they happened? What caused this to happen? He came to the conclusion that they all had one common factor.

  Almost all of his issues stemmed because of his powers. And almost all of them weren’t solved by his powers.

  He was sick of it. He was sick of nearly dying and suffering because of his powers. And most importantly, he was sick of this woman. Sick of her talk and bullshit.

  She finally reached Jimmithey, after a few seconds of weakly walking forward.

  She fell onto his body, putting her hand onto his chest. Tears continued to flow out of her eyes, the only thing visible on her fuzzy face.

  Despite her crying, Jimmithey kept looking straight in front of him. He continued to see the chaos and turmoil he went through. All of the same traumatic memories repeating over and over.

  But as he did, he noticed a red energy flowing in front of himself, forming a figure.

  It looked familiar, wearing a simir polo shirt and jeans as Jimmithey. The only difference was he had dark bck hair and red eyes. His skin was much grayer and lifeless than Jimmithey’s own.

  The dark red Jimmithey began walking towards the two, with a red bde fused into his hand! His aura was thunderous, showing Jimmithey that his strength was incredible!

  “Jimmithey, a normal life is all both of us want for you! All the Cuckold wants is for you to destroy everything, a fall into chaos. So listen to me, and accept your schizo powers. It’ll make you stronger, while the Cuck powers will erode your soul with its temporary, disgusting effects! Listen! Please!!” His “Wife” continued to sob out as she put her hands on his chest.

  But as she cried, the figure came closer, pointing his bde towards her back. His smile became even grosser as he took each step. Despite his powerful aura, Jimmithey’s “wife” didn’t seem to notice him at all.

  Jimmithey understood what was happening. It was either he chose his “wife’s” side and stuck with his Schizo abilities. Or he let the Cuckold have his way, accepting the hidden Cuck powers he had deep within himself.

  It honestly wasn’t a hard decision at that point. So Jimmithey looked down at his “wife,” making his final choice.

  He moved his hands upwards and put them on his “wife’s” shoulders, looking into her blurry face. When they both looked at each other, she noticed the apathetic gaze in his eyes.

  “A normal life… That’s impossible for me now. I’m too far gone… All that I desire, no, all that I can achieve is killing the King Cuck. And you can’t help me with that.” Jimmithey said as he stared into the blurry “woman’s” supposed eyes.

  As he said this, the figure’s bde dug straight into his “wife’s” back, poking through her chest.

  “Aa….” She coughed out, noticing the bde of Cuckold energy pointing through her breasts.It lingered in her for a few seconds, being pulled out by the Cuckold once that time was up.

  Jimmithey’s “wife” looked at him with sorrow in her supposed eyes, putting her hands on his chest with the st of her strength.

  “J-Jimmithey…” She said as she smmed onto the dark ground beneath both of them. She began disintegrating, going out into the darkness and fog beneath them

  And with that, Jimmithey’s schizo energy was dead. He only had a bit left in reserves, but couldn’t generate anymore within himself. It was over.

  He knew she represented his powers, for whatever reason. And she was now dead.

  He knew she was no longer necessary for the job. So he let the representation of his Cuck powers kill her.

  It only made sense to him. She was worthless, so he let her die.

  She couldn’t bring him back to his normal life, especially now. And she wouldn’t help him beat the King Cuck.

  So he chose the stronger powers, the powers that had truly awoken within himself.

  Jimmithey looked upwards at the figure in front of him. This figure was him, with bck hair instead of blond.

  He had a disgusting grin on his face and had an aura of red Cuck energy. He was Jimmithey’s Cuck energy, his new strength. The Cuckold.

  “Good job… This’ll be a great partnership, Jimmithey!” The Cuckold ughed out as Jimmithey’s vision began to go out. The world began to shift, becoming a dark red mist.

  The Cuckold’s ughing filled his ears, becoming the only sound in his darkening mind.

  He fell back into the darkness, his mind clouding out everything.

  And so Jimmithey fell unconscious once again. His body began resting with the new found energy within itself.