"Is this not what you expected to see?" asked the sinister G Mod as Tigerman, the former MFUJ bassist, looked in to the mirror to discover that he was not in fact a six foot tiger creature but just a man in a cheap tiger costume.
"What the...?" pondered the perplexed former feline.
"You didn't really think that a six foot tall anthropomorphic tiger creature could come into existence just like that, did you?"
"I..."
"ugh..." sighed the exhausted record producer as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "It's not that complicated. You had a very strong connection to brick... it's no surprise that underneath the mask, you look just like him."
"but..."
"You are him... a part of him at least. You are his optimism, his innocence, his hope. Is it any wonder that you manifested as his favorite animal, something majestic yet ferocious that could hold back the negativity..."
"Brick split..."
"Into several pieces. I've already taken care of his baser instincts when I banished that loudmouthed attention hog, Slate, to a distant flashback."
"And now you're going to get rid of me?" asked the ex-tiger as he looked at the harsh manipulator extraordinaire.
In a rare twist, G Mod responded by simply stating, "No," before sprinting behind the silent Shadow, the drummer (who we haven't forgotten about.)
"You see, you and Tattoo boy aren't the only fragments of Brick. There's also monkey man here. You see, he's Brick's conscience, the part of him that can tell the difference between right and wrong. When Brick came to me, he was far from whole. He had no moral compass. It had been reborn as this ball of fur. And how this creature has ended up betraying him over and over again without his knowledge... is oh so sweet."
G Mod removed Shadow's hood and gorilla face to reveal yet another brick Doppelganger. G Mod then grabbed the drummer's throat and clenched it. "I've put a lot of work in over the years to get to this point. The fun and games stage is officially over." With a quick action, G Mod crushed Shadow's windpipe before hurling the drummer out the window and towards the mysterious tower outside.
"Shadow..." mumbled the bassist formerly known as Tigerman as he watched his old friend dissolve into the giant metaphor.
"That felt refreshing...." G Mod remarked as if a part of his own soul were cleansed.
"The Id is gone. So is the Super Ego. And now, it's your time to go, Ego."
"I thought that you said that I was innocence..."
"What I meant was that you are a faulty ego. You weren't able to keep Slate and Shadow in balance with one another. They both turned their backs on Brick."
"But you made them do all those things," retorted the frustrated.
G Mod smirked. "The decisions were theirs to make. Slate was allowed to thrust the band in his direction and shadow confined you within my grasp, as you would put it. You failed at your job to keep them tied to... I gave you a job here in order to snap you out of the realm of imagination and back to..."
G Mod pointed at the tower.
"The tower?" asked Tigerman.
"Reality..." said G Mod as he leaped in for the finish. Tigerman was broken and tossed onto the tower with an indifferent expression on his once vividly animated face.
"That just leaves one thing to take care of," G Mod said as he wiped his hands and headed for the exit from the office building (which was slowly fading out of existence).
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