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.
A mix of darkness and fog surrounded him, encompassing his entire vision.
There was no one there; he could see nothing beyond the bits of fog. And he felt nothing but pure apathy.
That was until he noticed his "Wife" standing before him, her body nearly faded away. Her warm presence was much weaker this time.
Her once lustrous form was now blurred out and weakened. The light-filled aura that once surrounded her had vanished. She was almost completely transparent, fading in and out of reality.
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 as tears dripped from her blurry 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 inched closer to him.
Jimmithey stayed silent, looking off into the distance, past her faint body.
As he looked, visions of the past played in his mind, out in the darkness behind his "Wife."
Myusel's harassments, the King Cuck kidnapping incident, his slavery under the magical girls, Furry Führer's attack on his school, Colonel Cosplay's violence, Green Haired Guy's neon green dick, and Brother Brony's scent all flashed in his vast mind realm.
Seeing all these events again caused his thoughts to wander.
These reminders of the past few months had him wondering... Why did this all happen? What caused this to happen?
He quickly came to the conclusion that they all happened because of a single common factor.
Almost all of his issues stemmed from his Schizo powers. And all of them weren't solved by these same Schizo powers.
He was sick of it. He was sick of nearly dying and suffering because of his powers. He was sick of believing in his stupid delusions about life and being normal.
And most importantly, he was sick of this woman. Sick of her talk and bullshit. Sick of it all.
After a few seconds of limping forward, Jimmithey's 'Wife' finally reached him.
She fell onto his body, putting her hand on his chest. Tears continued to flow out of her eyes, the only thing visible on her fuzzy, blurred face.
Despite her crying, Jimmithey kept looking straight ahead, ignoring her.
He continued to see the chaos and turmoil he had gone through. All of the same traumatic memories, repeating over and over.
But as he did, he noticed a red energy flowing in ahead, forming a figure.
It looked familiar, wearing a similar polo shirt and jeans as Jimmithey. The only difference was that he had dark black 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 blade infused 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, so you'll fall into chaos and hatred. So listen to me, and accept your schizo powers. It'll make you stronger, while the Cuck powers will erode your soul with their temporary, disgusting strength! Listen! Please!!" His "Wife" continued to sob out as she put her hands on his chest.
But as she cried, the dark-haired figure came closer, pointing his blade towards her back.
His smile became grosser with every step he took.
Despite having such a powerful aura, Jimmithey's "wife" didn't seem to notice him at all.
"..."
Jimmithey quickly 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.
And honestly... It wasn't a hard decision at that point.
So with a single second of consideration, Jimmithey looked down at his "wife," making his final decision.
He moved his hands upwards and put them on his "wife's" shoulders, looking into her blurry, unreadable 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... N-no... All that I can achieve is killing the King Cuck and ending this war. And you... You can't help me with that," Jimmithey said as he stared into the blurry "woman's" supposed eyes.
As he said this, the Cuckold's blade dug straight into his "wife's" back, poking through her chest.
"Aa…." She coughed out, noticing the blade of Cuckold energy pointing through her breasts.
It lingered in her for a few seconds, only to be pulled out by the Cuckold in a savage, brutal manner.
Jimmithey's "wife" looked at him with sorrow in her supposed eyes, putting her hands on his chest with the last of her strength.
A small light flowed out from the tips of her fingers, glowing before her body began to tumble over.
"J-Jimmithey…" She whispered before she slammed onto the dark ground beneath.
She began disintegrating, becoming consumed within 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 any more within himself.
It was over.
He knew she represented his powers, for whatever reason. She represented the imaginative, delusional Schizo strength he had.
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 couldn'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 ahead. This figure was him, with black hair instead of blond.
He had a disgusting grin on his face and had an aura of red Cuck energy. The same aura as the King of Cucks.
He was Jimmithey's Cuck energy, his new strength.
The Cuckold.
"Good job, my friend… This'll be a great partnership...! Won't it, Jimmithey?" The Cuckold laughed out as Jimmithey's vision began to go out.
This dream-like world began to shift, becoming a dark red mist.
The Cuckold's laughter filled his ears, becoming the only sound he could hear within his darkening mind.
He fell back into the darkness, his mind clouding out everything.
And so Jimmithey fell unconscious once again.
His body began to rest and become accustomed to the newly dominant energy within.