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[weeabird]

[There's a phantom in the hospital bed, but it's Simon Blackquill who's doing the haunting. He's been hovering around like the specter of death, just waiting for the man to wake up.]

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[thefaceofjustice]

[The phantom had been unconscious from the moment he was shot. Several days and a couple surgeries had gone by, with bandages around his torso and taping the gash in his mask for whatever dumb reason the hospital staff left the thing on him. His awakening is much more subdued than his screaming faint, he's just groggily blinking like it's any ordinary morning.]

...Prosecutor... Blackquill? ...What are you doing in my bedroom?

[weeabird]

[Simon isn't surprised that phantom could or would slip into Fool Bright mode so effortlessly, or at least he shouldn't be, but being aware of the possibility does nothing to stop the raw rage that comes over him when it happens.]

Try again.

[thefaceofjustice]

[Oh. Yeah, this isn't Bobby Fulbright's apartment.]

...Where am I?

[He tries to move his arms, but doesn't get them far due to being cuffed to the bed rails.]

Prosecutor Blackquill?? What's going on here? I--

[Okay, trying to sit up wasn't a great idea. He yells in pain and falls back down.]

[weeabird]

[Snickering.]

By all means, continue thrashing. I'll let you know if I spontaneously develop an iota of sympathy.

[thefaceofjustice]

[Give him a moment to finish gasping.]

What happened to me? Why am I restrained?? Please help me, Prosecutor Blackquill...

[weeabird]

Oh, shall I help you? As you've helped so many others?

[Shoves him down.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Winces.] Stop, it really hurts... and I'm really confused.

[weeabird]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Just gives him the most hurt-puppy face he's got.]

[weeabird]

Save your lies for the trial. With the evidence I have on you, you're going to need every last one.

[thefaceofjustice]

Wait, trial? You mean... I was arrested for something? What happened? I can't remember how I got here!

[weeabird]

Aren't we the sore loser. Trying to wriggle our way into an insanity plea, hmm? Or do you simply wish to suck the satisfaction out of my victory?

Let me warn you now, I shan't allow you to do either. I will crush you, phantom, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.

[thefaceofjustice]

"Phantom"? I don't know what you're talking about! This has to be a big mistake! I would never do something to betray justice...

[Reaches for him as far as the handcuffs allow.]

Prosecutor Blackquill, you've gotta help me...!

[weeabird]

[It takes the combined superpowered efforts of the Wright Anything Agency to convince Simon that phantom isn't lying, or at least not intentionally. He must once more be removed from the hospital.

But he's back again the next day. His demeanor is much more subdued now, and you can't say he looks happy, but here he is.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[He's in pretty much the same position, cuffed and bandaged, hooked up to hospital equipment, etc.]

Prosecutor Blackquill! I... was hoping you'd stop by again.

[weeabird]

Were you.

[thefaceofjustice]

I wanted to talk to you again. But I didn't know if those agents would let you come back in. They've been questioning me day and night.

[weeabird]

That would be why they let me in. They believe that I'll be able to get more out of you.

[thefaceofjustice]

I couldn't tell them anything they wanted to hear. I tried to remember what I was doing during the time Mr. Terran was murdered, or anything I've done over a year ago, but my memory around then is too hazy.

...So it's true then, I'm really not who I think I am.

[weeabird]

Yes.

You had something of a mental breakdown after your unveiling. My theory is that this was programmed into you; a fail-safe of sorts to keep you from leaking information.

[thefaceofjustice]

Well, if I remember anything, I'll let you know. I don't want to get in the way of the investigation.

[weeabird]

I intend to make sure you do remember.

[thefaceofjustice]

I never thought I'd be on the receiving end of your special interrogations.

[weeabird]

Nor did I, but here we are.

You can start by wiping that hollow grin off your face. We both know there's no true emotion behind it.

[thefaceofjustice]

...I guess not. [Well now he looks sad. Fake sad?]